The Expendables—starring your favorite '80s-90's action stars— topped the charts last weekend. But which member of the cast is tops when it comes to the number of people he's killed on screen in other movies? Amazing infographic inside.

If this doesn't prove that anything can seem enthralling when paired with symphonic music and a British narrator, nothing will: here's a mockmentary called The Majestic Plastic Bag, about, well, a plastic bag on its way "home" to the Pacific.

Disney has finally completed its excruciatingly long quest to sell Miramax. Price: $660 million. Buyers: an investment group headed by Ron Tutor, a California construction mogul. Non-buyers: the Weinsteins, Ron Burkle, Rob Lowe. Watch Pulp Fiction in their honor. [LAT]

You may not think it to look at him, but according to the Times of London the new Facebook movie depicts Mark Zuckerberg as a "ruthless and untrustworthy sex maniac."

The A-Team's trailer leaked today. It's majestically, powerfully unimpressive. It's got: guns, helicopter shots, car crashes, Jessica Biel, a surprisingly chiseled Bradley Cooper, even planesplosions! Somehow, it fails to excite. Watch and learn how not to make a film.

It's generally a pretty safe assumption that something ridiculous will happen each year at The MTV Movie Awards, and tonight's version of the show did not disappoint. Sacha Baron Cohen just descended bare-assed from the ceiling as "Bruno" and landed in Eminem's lap in the "69" position. Hilarity ensued.

Ah, the Burbs. So many good times. Sadly, with the collapse of the economy, they'll probably disappear along with the middle class. The rich will live in inaccessible luxury high rises like in Land of the Dead, or on well-guarded manses like in a Philip K. Dick novel. The rest of us will hunker down in urban hell-zones, disaster-prone trailer parks, and underground bunkers. Actually, no, that won't happen. But, still, the suburbs figure so prominently in so many fine movies and TV shows that they deserve a dedicate clip-fest. I'll get us rolling after the jump.

As a responsible New York weekend blog person I really should find something to say about this Times article about all the poor Manhattanites who can't unload their million-dollar one-bedroom apartments. But oh my God I don't care! Instead, here is Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory recut to look like a movie about an evil drug pusher.

Our weekend trailers are usually about sci-fi and super heros and stuff going BOOM! But Barry Levinson's upcoming comedy What Just Happened?-starring Robert Deniro, Bruce Willis, Kristen Stewart, Stanley Tucci and John Turturro-looks pretty damn funny to me. My favorite part is that Willis plays himself, and is refusing to lose weight or shave his gigantic beard for a role. Clip after the jump.

Talk show host, funny cynic, health freak, and kind of a huge prick Bill Maher has a documentary on religious zealots in America coming out called, er, Religulous. I know, he says "No" just to say "No" and his schtick is kind of retarded, but this movie actually looks good to me. And since the trailer just came out, here it is.

"From Oscar-wining director Alex Gibney and producer Graydon Carter comes a probing look into the uncanny life of national treasure and gonzo journalism inventor Dr. Hunter S. Thompson. A fast moving, wildly entertaining documentary with an iconic soundtrack, the film addresses the major touchstones in Thompson's life-his intense and ill fated relationship with the Hell's Angels, his near-successful bid for the office of sheriff in Aspen in 1970, the notorious story behind the landmark Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, his deep involvement in Senator George McGovern's 1972 presidential campaign, and much more. Narrated by Johnny Depp." Trailer after the jump.

Oh man. Not only are the ladies of Sex and the City shallow and screechy and four years older, the fashion icons can't even dress themselves anymore! "[I]n the film the characters are now four years older and, in a disappointing way, their styles appear to have changed into one: the offbeat, orgiastic, do-it-yourself madness of Carrie, the dominant female. It is not only that they now dress alike. In every scene the women are practically coordinated by both color and style, as if they had received a morning memo detailing the day's dress code. Let's all wear primary colors to a jewelry auction! Let's all wear psychedelic hippie dresses on a trip to Mexico! Let's all wear smart black-and-white ensembles and fur coats to a fashion show!"

In an industry run by pudgy middle-aged men, it's hard to find celebrity lookalikes — unless you cast Paul Giamatti in every role. So why isn't Hollywood jumping on Digg founder Kevin Rose? When the hell will we get to see Jason Schwartzman play him in "Digg: the movie"? You know, the trailers could be like "A clumsy but good-hearted guy comes to an understanding of existence through his social bookmark site. Costarring Mark Wahlberg."