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Alec Baldwin is randomly crying. Meryl Streep is a little bit of a slut. Steve Martin, still crazy. And writer/director Nancy Meyers is back again for another round of romcom

I come not to bury Pink Panther 2 but to praise it. Not from the hilltops or anything, but it’s not like I want to write an open letter to the filmmakers or anything.

Kevin Carr reviews the movies the studios didn’t allow him to see early this week: Pink Panther 2, Coraline and Push.

Neil finally returns to the Magical Studio in the Sky with stories from the land of milk and honey, otherwise known as the Sundance Film Festival. Kevin celebrates the return by berating him for only seeing one movie this week, although Neil defends himself because he saw 143 movies at the festival.

What is there to say really? Steve Martin has dueling personalities. One is a comedic genius responsible for films like Roxanne and L.A. Story, and the other has recognized the sizeable cash-cow that is the family film market.

On paper, this looks like a nice teaming. Alec Baldwin is a great actor, and I don’t care if he’s beating his kids with aluminum trash cans. Steve Martin, well, that’s another story.

When you really think about it, how can you not be a big fan of Don Cheadle — the guy is a slice of awesome with a side of amazing.

My greatest fear for Baby Mama was that it would end up being another incarnation of The Brothers Solomon, but with women. Thankfully, Tina Fey and company are smarter than that, and Baby Mama turns in a surprisingly good showing.