Alec Baldwin is in the news again and it’s not for winning an award or doing worthwhile. No, like most times this Baldwin has been in the news the past five years, it’s because he’s being a baby. The horrid wrong that set him off this time? A most likely poorly written joke for the Emmys was cut, a joke that would have cut at Rupert Murdoch. Baby Baldwin is using his twitter privileges again to air his thoughts, complaining about Fox killing what he thought was the funniest joke – and insisting that his pre-taped segment not air. Fox agreed, and re-shot the sequence with Leonard Nimoy. This in and of itself isn’t totally rageworthy, but it does set me over the edge because I’m collectively tired of seeing Alec Baldwin bitching on the internet – and having people still love him.

Vincent Gallo is one of those working artists who critics and audiences often find polarizing. What’s that mean? I guess it means that he’s always doing crazy shit and some people buy into it and some people get annoyed by it. The hype around the filmmaker seemed to hit its crescendo with his 2003 film The Brown Bunny, which consisted mostly of lengthy, boring scenes of Gallo driving, capped off with a graphic depiction of him receiving a blowjob from Chloe Sevigny. The film famously endured mass walkouts at Cannes and in the wake of that screening Gallo exchanged heated words about cancer and death with film critic Roger Ebert. Recently Gallo did an interview with the Danish Film Institute and it seems like he’s back to his polarizing ways. Or, more accurately, he’s doing more crazy crap and some people will applaud him while some people will scorn him. Last year Gallo directed a film named Promises in the Water about a Dr. Kevorkian-esque assisted murderer (Gallo) who strikes up a romance with a terminally ill woman (Delfine Bafort) that screened at Venice and TIFF. Right about now he should probably be talking to media outlets about when it will be available for limited release, but instead he is telling the DFI that he refuses to release it, or any other film that he makes from now on.

Professional film critics should never walk into a movie already knowing whether or not they’re going to like it. However…

The Village Voice lists the man who recently penned I Will Not Read Your F*cking Script as the “A History of Violence screenwriter,” but I prefer to think of him as the writer/director of direct-to-DVD masterpiece Infested.