My latest Sympatico/MSN DVD column is up, making the best of a truly thin week by taking note of the mini-“Mr. Brooks” reunion occurring as Kevin Costner’s “Swing Vote” and Dane Cook’s “My Best Friend’s Girl” hit the street on the same day.

Like I said, a truly thin week. Unless you’re a Roberto Rossellini fan, of course …

Here’s my review of “The Unborn“. No longer relevant, I know, but at least you get to enjoy the stuff about Rabbi Gary Oldman and the dog monster.

I’m sure it was scarier on the page. It pretty much had to be.

Well, that was lovely:– “Slumdog Millionaire” owned the Golden Globes last night, paving the way for some possible love from the Oscars.

Now, I fear the Academy will wuss out and go with something tonier — “The Reader” or “Revolutionary Road”, maybe — but hey, they had this one night, like Kate and Leo in “Titanic”, and even better, nobody drowned or froze to death.

Also, how awesome was it to watch “30 Rock” set ’em up and knock ’em down for the first half of the night, culminating in Tracy Jordan Morgan’s extemporaneous awesomeness? Suck it, Cate Blanchett. Suck it, indeed.

Here’s my Sympatico/MSN Golden Globes gallery, in case you had trouble finding it last night. I’d also post a link to my review of “The Unborn”, but it’s still not up at the NOW site. Kinda annoying, really.

Oh, and in truly freaky news: “Gran Torino” went wide over the weekend and pulled in $29 million. Holy flying crap. It’s Eastwood’s biggest opening since “Space Cowboys”, and there’s something clever to be said about audiences responding most enthusiastically to his worst ideas, except that “Space Cowboys” was actually pretty decent and “Gran Torino” is inept to the point of incompetence. Does anyone remember how much “Blood Work” made in its first weekend? Because that one was awful.

Sorry for the radio silence yesterday — I’d planned to link to my review of “The Unborn”, but it never went up on the NOW site, and then I got distracted by some other stuff. Someday, you’ll all know how bad it is. Probably tomorrow.

Today, however, is the day of the Golden Globe awards, which I’ll be liveblogging tonight at Sympatico/MSN’s Movies page for your entertainment and edification. And what do I get out of it? Pizza, apparently.

Coverage starts around 8 pm EST. Bring a cushion.

This is one of those weird weekends for movies — the studios are expanding the releases of Oscar-bait films like “Gran Torino” and hoping for a boost from the Golden Globes ceremony on Sunday night, but they’re also dumping two utterly generic efforts into the mix in order to court the people who just want to see something shiny.

“Bride Wars”: Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson square off in a comedy about BFFs who turn on each other when their Perfect Weddings are accidentally double-booked at the same venue. I had something else to do that morning, but neither Susan nor Jason found much to love.

“The Unborn”: In which Odette Yustman walks around in her underwear a lot while having scary visions of eeeeevil children and gooshy bugs, while David S. Goyer throws a great deal of crazy at the screen and hopes some of it sticks. My review will be up on the NOW site later this afternoon; check back for the link.

Gotta run down to CTV Newsnet to talk about the Golden Globes at 9:15 AM; catch me if you can!

The Toronto Film Critics Association held its first super-sized gala awards dinner last night, where Guy Maddin’s “My Winnipeg” was named our Best Canadian Feature.

Actually, it’s now the Rogers Best Canadian Feature, with a cash prize of $10,000 — strangely, no one said anything about throwing in a free cable package. I suspect Guy would really enjoy HD.

I spent the whole thing with my camera in my pocket, so I don’t have a single picture … though all things considered, that’s probably best. I always look so uncomfortable in a suit, you know?

The Onion AV Club’s latest inventory runs down “fourteen disastrous revamps” — and while they won’t get any argument from me on New Coke or the “Bionic Woman” reboot, I do have to take exception to the inclusion of “Superman Returns”.

Seriously, what’s the deal? Bryan Singer’s ballsy non-reboot of the big blue cheese isn’t a bad movie at all; I called it one of the best films of 2006 (or, more precisely, the best movie of 1983) and still consider it a daring attempt to slide the universe Richard Donner and Richard Lester created into the present day, and pay tribute to the films that came before it.

Yeah, it’s a little on the grim side, but that’s kind of the point; the emotional core of the picture is the sad understanding — also a key theme in “Hancock” — that as much as Superman might want to be one of us, he fundamentally isn’t, and never will be.

And I know that people have trouble with Kevin Spacey’s Lex Luthor going back to another real-estate deal, but that was always part of Gene Hackman’s charm in the earlier movies; as much as he kept telling everyone how brilliant he was, he wasn’t a super-genius, just a sociopath with a fixation on land rights and a few classified missile-guidance manuals. Spacey’s performance is right in line with that, almost affectionately so.

Okay, I’ll concede that Kate Bosworth makes a poor Lois Lane. But at least she doesn’t recite any poetry.

Anyway, count me in as one of Singer’s impassioned defenders. (Not on “Valkyrie“, though; that shit just don’t fly.) And here’s hoping that “Superman Returns” someday gets the respect it deserves. They’ll totally get it in 2031.

My latest Sympatico/MSN gallery is up, using the Kate-and-Leo reunion in “Revolutionary Road” to explore a few other recent productions that put proven co-stars back together.

I decided to do the honorable thing, and leave “Runaway Bride” out of it. It’s just better for everyone.