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I like to eat Little Debbie snack cakes while I watch DVDs. Technically, they are food, but have such little nutritional value, I probably edge closer to death every time I eat one. But they taste sooooo good. Pop music is kind of like that, too – so lacking in artistic value, it probably damages your brain by listening to it. But the beats are sooooo catchy. Now envision an absolutely stupid movie about an absolutely stupid popstar who sings absolutely stupid songs. It’s titled “Popstar” (2016) because of course it is. But damn them if I didn’t laugh out loud.

No man who possesses functioning testicles should ever watch “Nine Months” (1995). Ever. I’m serious. It might be the chickiest chick flick of all time. Possibly banned in Russia for being blatant propaganda for Whipped Nation, starring Hugh Grant and his ridiculous, girl-looking Supercuts hairdo. The plot is Every Woman’s Dream: She gets pregnant; he throws away his life and cuts off his nuts. Other hijinks ensue, but that’s not important. This movie’s only reason for being is to perpetuate female delusions. Too bad, really, because Julianne Moore was totally hot. And, strangely, so was a buff, tan Jeff Goldblum.

It’s amazing how relevant “Broadcast News” remains nearly 20 years after its release. It’s a witty menage a trois with id-ego-superego undertones played against the backdrop of an existential crisis within journalism. Although the Internet (the word “blog” didn’t exist in 1987) now drives the argument, journalism continues to struggle with the issue of style versus substance. (They shouldn’t have to be mutually exclusive. By accepting the argument as binary, we perpetuate it.) When it came out, I was a too-cynical-for-his-years broadcasting student on his way to a short-lived career in TV news. “Broadcast News” still hits close to home.