I've been noticing lately film commentators remarking that movies have gone entirely to Hell, because Hollywood has thrown decent scripts to the wolves so that it can concentrate on the fine art of blowing things up a lot, filming this blowing up, and then selling us very expensive tickets to watch the things blow up.

How do they come up with critiques as cutting-edge as this?

It's almost as if we're in the middle of the US summer, during which all the studios schedule their biggest and worst block-busting heaps of explosion-riddled drivel. And it's even more almost as if they've been doing this for decades.

Still, not-even-remotely-novel observations aside, I think movie reviewers should be cut a little slack, considering what they've been dealing with lately.

Not only have these poor people had to sit through things like the second 'Transformers' movie, they've been forced to witness the meteoric rise of the movie's love-interest, Megan Fox — her career rocketing along its upward trajectory, much like a Shoprite packet stuffed with stale hotdog rolls and shot from a circus cannon.

Most recently that packet has landed up starring in the upcoming flick from Diablo Cody — writer of the smash indie hit 'Juno'. Her latest is a teen-tastic horror film, 'Jennifer's Body', about a woman who's really hot but also transforms into a terrifying demon and kills.

Judging from the trailer, and the topless on-set photos that the producers themselves 'leaked' onto the net, Megan excels at wearing tight things and killing.

Happily for those beleaguered critics, this movie looks as if it just might be so tacky it's cool.

Ya know what else is cool? Babies! What could be cooler than a baby? I know! I know! Two babies! Or, um, perhaps not.

Sarah Jessica Parker has done great things. She headlined a series that taught women everywhere that you don't need new, interesting or even coherent thoughts, let alone genuine writing skills, to make it as some kind of New York columnist. (Nor do you need any sort of interest in the wider world, or abilities that stretch beyond cocktail construction, whinging about men, and buying shoes.)

But, greater even than this (I sincerely hope) are SJP's parenting skills. Of course, you've likely heard that she and hubby Matthew Broderick have just become mum and dad to twins, Marion and Tabitha — sisters to their six-year-old James Wilkie.

They say that parenting is a lot harder than it looks — perhaps so much so that one doesn't really want too many of the little blighters.

"We didn't expect it!" says SJP of their discovery that their surrogate was going to be having twins, rather than just one baby, for them.

"I think, after a certain amount of time, you tend to hold your hopes at bay so as not to be disappointed." But sometimes you get what you hope for. And then a little more than you hoped for.

"One would have been thrilling and we would've felt lucky. And two was a comedy!" Hmm. I can't help feeling that isn't quite as amusing to be living out 'a comedy' as a 'thrilling' and 'lucky' one-new-baby existence.

Neither twins nor any other progeny for Ryan Reynolds and his new bride Scarlett Johansson. Also, no more marathons — because apparently those are even worse than 4am feeds.