I think I’ve probably mentioned before that I absolutely despise our tabloid culture. That said, however, I have to admit that the tabloids really don’t affect my life most of the time. I mean, I don’t visit TMZ.com, and most of the news programs I watch don’t regularly cover Paris and Britney and Lindsay. And so long as those girls continue to make meaningless fluff like The Hottie and the Nottie or bad pop music, then who am I to say that people shouldn’t be allowed to indulge in a harmless guilty pleasure.

On the other hand, when our tabloid culture starts to infringe on entertainment that I would otherwise be interested in, that’s when I start to get a little peeved.

Take this new movie Chapter 27 for example. There’s no denying that this movie has a very compelling story (the days leading up to Mark David Chapman’s killing of John Lennon). And in a perfect world, I’m fairly confident that this trailer would have really sparked my interest in the movie. However, instead of focusing on the story of Mark David Chapman while I watched this trailer, I found myself wondering whether or not Jared Leto had hooked up with Lindsay Lohan during the filming of the movie.

And there-in lies the problem. Say what you will about Lindsay Lohan’s choices in life, but the reality is that she’s a pretty good actress. And there’s no reason that she shouldn’t be playing this role or any other serious role. And yet, the truth is that any movie that Lindsay Lohan iis in is essentially ruined for me. Because instead of seeing the character that she’s playing, I will always see the rehab-ditching basket-case that’s plastered all over my TV, no matter how much I try to avoid her.

So even though I’m interested in the story Mark David Chapman, I’m sorry to say that this movie is going to be a SKIP IT for me. I hope that Hollywood will follow its usual trend and come out with another movie about the exact same subject sometime soon. And I especially hope that Lindsay will get her act together and stop being such a good target for the tabloids, so that I can finally enjoy a movie that she happens to be starring in.

Chapter 27 is not yet rated and opens in March. (IMDB page)

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Ah, Lindsay, Lindsay, Lindsay, why do you keep making movies that look like they stink? Why? Unlike your (ex?) buddy Paris, you can’t get away with making crappy movies because people know you’re actually talented.

I mean, come on, who didn’t like Mean Girls? Freaky Friday was a gem of a remake. The best part of A Prairie Home Companion was your song at the end. Aside from those movies, you’ve taken some awful career advice lately. It turns out that you cannot open a movie on your own unless it actually has a good script. People can smell “Lindsay Lohan” vehicles coming from a mile away. And boy does I Know Who Killed Me reek. (That is, unless your fans just want to see you as a stripper. That’s right folks, Lilo goes pole dancing in I Know Who Killed Me.)

So, please, Linds, hole yourself up in Vancouver and make an independent ensemble movie for no money. Or star in a big-budget musical adaptation of a Broadway smash. (If Spring Awakening gets made in the next two years, you’ll still be young enough to play the female lead.) You could still become your generation’s Jodie Foster if you play the cards right.

I Know Who Killed Me is rated R and opens on July 27. SKIP IT. (Official site)

These poor, poor movies. Based on last weekend’s box office receipts, they’ll all be rolled over by the Spider-Man juggernaut.

The Ex: It’s really too bad that Spider-Man will just flatten this movie. We here at TrailerSpy are looking forward to this comedy starring Zach Braff, Amanda Peet, and Jason Bateman. Three of our favorite actors in one movie? Rock on! I felt a tad guilty laughing at the guy-in-the-wheelchair jokes, but they are funny. We can’t wait to SEE IT.

28 Weeks Later: This is the follow-up to the smash hit 28 Days Later, which made a star of Cillian Murphy. This time around, London faces a second deadly outbreak of the rage virus. Horror and sci-fi fans, run and SEE IT.

Georgia Rule: More people will see the photos of Lindsay Lohan snorting cocaine than will see this movie. Early reviews are scathing. To quote the AP, “With Georgia Rule, Lindsay Lohan has made her Gigli.” Ouch. Lilo is overpriced and overrated, and maybe now studio heads will stop hiring her. (But if studio heads stop hiring her, then we won’t get to read any more warning letters blasting her penchant for calling in sick due to “exhaustion”.) I love Felicity Huffman and I’d love to see her do well, but she’s playing third banana to La Lohan and Jane Fonda. I originally said I wanted to rent it, but now I plan to SKIP IT.

For Mother’s Day, go take Mom to see Waitress instead.

The new film Georgia Rule has already gotten tons of free publicity, all at the expense of its star Lindsay Lohan. Last summer La Linds partied hardy, and called in sick with “dehydration” one too many times. The CEO of Morgan Creek, which produced Georgia Rule, sent Lilo a scathing letter saying she “acted like a spoiled child” and called her “discourteous, irresponsible, and unprofessional.” Snap! The letter was also sent to Lindsay’s eight handlers, so of course it was all over the internet within 36 hours. (Read the letter–it’s classic.)

The trailer for Georgia Rule just landed on the internet, and I must say I am underwhelmed. All that fuss for this? Really? In this run of the mill chick flick, Lohan plays an out of control, hard-drinking teenager (gee, that must have been a stretch) alongside Felicity Huffman and Jane Fonda. Huffman and Fonda play Lohan’s mother and grandmother, respectively, and they all end up in the same house when Huffman’s character has run out of answers. Fonda runs her household with a million “Georgia Rules,” and by the end of the trailer I was really tired of her saying “Georgia Rule!”

Still I’m going to RENT IT because I love Felicity Huffman and I want to see what all Lilo’s controversy was about. Georgia Rule is rated R (which eliminates much of Lilo’s fan base) and opens on May 11. (Official Site)

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I’ll admit it, I’m happy Lindsay Lohan’s new flick, Just My Luck, bombed. You probably weren’t aware, but the movie opened this past weekend and took in a whopping $5.4 million, not even enough to pay Lohan’s salary. Let’s examine why this one did so badly:

• Lohan, who’s already an extremely lucky actress, plays Ashley Albright, the luckiest girl on earth. Even though she appears to be only 19 years old, Ashley has a fabulous job as a publicist, a fabulous designer handbag, and all the fabulous trappings of a fabulous lifestyle in Manhattan. Blech, my stomach is turning with jealousy. The story sounds cute enough: the luckiest girl and the unluckiest guy kiss and swap luck. But when executed with someone as young as Lohan, the story is even more wholly unbelievable than it needs to be.
• Lohan is completely overexposed. This just goes to show that being on the cover of Us Weekly every other week does not mean you are movie star, it means that you are tabloid fodder, and there is a big difference. The five people I talked to couldn’t name one movie she had been in.
• The movie however, wasn’t exposed nearly enough. I told my friend Nicole that my next post would be about Just My Luck, and she said, “What’s that?” Maybe the marketers weren’t targeting my demographic, but I think I only saw the trailer once and read only one puff piece about the movie. (That article also made me sick.)
• The producers reportedly spent $7.5 million on Lohan, and then could only afford an unknown actor to play her love interest. Surely she could have gotten one of her boy toys to play the role at a reduced rate. Her inflated salary explains where the marketing budget went.
• The poster is obnoxious, and unoriginal.
• It’s a case schadenfraude, which is the joy we get in seeing other people’s misfortunes. (Everybody is guilty of this from time to time.) I am getting way too much joy out of seeing Lindsay Lohan (and her mom-ager) fail spectacularly, and I am sure I’m not alone.

I am not ready for a world in which Lohan can open a movie on her own. Hallelujah, all is right in the universe.