When I'm in New York, the Tribeca screenings have to get in line with all the other things on my calendar -- and most of those take precedence over spending Saturday or Sunday at a multiplex in Battery Park City watching films I probably wouldn't review even if they were released.
Many stars come and go, never to be heard from again. (Only the smartest and luckiest have long, consistently fruitful careers.) But then there are the exceptions, the ones who go on to enjoy a resurgence in popularity and creativity after a frustrating lull.
The blogosphere is vibrating with the news of what may or may not have happened to Fergie. The Pea, not the Princess. We think we know what happened, as we've become experts on just about everything lately.