What’s with our current know-everything obsession? With the availability of information on the internet, instantly, it seems we’ve come to demand more, more, more, now, now, now. It’s not just the internet – there’s fast food, instant downloads, and RedBox. Waiting is not something we want to do. Not knowing is not something we want to feel. Well, how about a change? I submit to you sometimes it’s better not to know. Know what? Anything. Everything. Let movies surprise you again. Is it really necessary that we have casting stories not only post every day, but be updated? Do we need to tell people that Amy Adams is Lois Lane and then a few hours later update to let you know it was a cell phone call and not a land line call from Zack Snyder? Is it absolutely necessary that we know Joseph Gordon-Levitt is in  the next Batman film and do we absolutely need fourteen articles guessing what he’ll be doing?

So you want to see a few minutes of James Cameron’s Avatar but have no idea how to get those free tickets. Neither did we. But now we do, and we’re sharing the information with you.

The internet, when not being awesome, is murdering many of the joys we once shared in a movie theater.

When talk of a Fame remake first started, there were a lot of disconcerted fans of the original movie and TV show, wondering what this remake yoke would do to the beloved memory of the Fame institution.

It looks like some SXSW audiences will get a chance to check out Drag Me to Hell when Raimi presents a “work in progress version” of the film at the Texas film fest.

The racially charged drama, set during the 2000 election season, stars newcomer Nicole Beharie as a mother of four wrongfully accused of being a drug dealer.

While he may have his moments of rage, resident Reject Robert is an honest man. So when trailers clearly misrepresent the content of the films they advertise, he predictably rages out.

A new trailer for Bitch Slap is slinking around the internet, making sexual advances toward any man that cares to watch and dry-humping our sensibilities. Allow it to dry-hump yours right now.