Lie to me, pretend that you noticed I didn't post anything on Tuesday.

Loni Anderson burns through an impressive collection of wigs in this curiously unflattering biopic of the tragic 50s icon.

Surely this is as bad as it's going to get, right? Please?

Faye Dunaway raised the overacting bar so high that a new bar had to be created.

Let's dive back into Kathryn Bigelow's underrated stylish, grimy technothriller.