Okay, we'll admit it. We've played the "not feeling well, must've had some bad sushi last night" card when calling in sick once or twice in
the past year our lifetimes. But being the (basically) good worker bees that we are, we never failed to show up for work the next day. That wasn't the case this week with the notorious Lothario Jeremy Piven, who not only used that "sushi defense" with Speed-the-Plow producers on two consecutive days early in the week, but also to suspiciously quit the production two months shy of its scheduled close. But as hard as that excuse was to believe, apparently Dad of the Year candidate Will Smith's poorly reviewed film Seven Pounds stretches the boundaries of plausibility even further. But nowhere near as far as those new Batman 3 casting rumors.
What else happened this week? Well, Tom Cruise showed up in New York, sat on Letterman's couch and admitted he "always wanted to kill Hitler" when he was a kid. We learned Governor Paterson is going to start taxing our entertainment purchases more heavily, which we hope doesn't extend to CSI video games, Knight Rider GPS systems or Flux Capacitors. The Wrestler finally hit theaters, prompting us to speak with Darren Aronofsky and Mick Foley but, more important, to document the toll that the years have had on Mickey Rourke's face. We also discussed who would accept a Golden Globe on Heath Ledger's behalf, asked whether Chuck Lorre was the smartest person on television, and debated the merits of Kanye West's performance on SNL. And then, at long last, we called it a week.