Maybe Disney should have waited a bit longer.

Nearly 30 years after the original's technological light-year leap forward in cinema, you'd think “Tron: Legacy” would be -- to borrow lingo from Jeff Bridges' perpetually self-realizing Kevin Flynn in the movie -- more awesome, man.

Instead what you have is some banal family dynamics, some remarkably ropey CGI, a mostly standard soundtrack by electronica kings Daft Punk, a bunch of too-dark 3D, and a whole lot of waiting for something to happen that never really does.

Now before the fanboys try to derezz my program, let me say that the first moments Sam Flynn (Garrett Hedlund) spend on the Grid in search of his missing father leave...

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Bristol Palin, like almost every single offspring of every single failed vice-presidential candidate and the children of many Veeps themselves, should have gone back to Alaska with her mother.

The 19-year old unwed mother should have disappeared into a life of Trivial Pursuit irrelevance and slow news day “Where Are They Now?” profiles. She was not supposed to be dancing up a storm on one of America's top-rated shows with her mother in the audience cheering.

On the other hand, right about now, Lindsay Lohan, one of the most acclaimed actresses of her own and every other generation, was not supposed to have hit rock bottom.

Three years after a...

So Malcolm McLaren is dead.

The self-proclaimed maestro provocateur of punk, and everything else important that followed, died of cancer in a Swiss hospital Thursday at the age of 64.

McLaren's dead, but I'll bet there are some who will stand guard over his eventual burial spot in London's Highgate Cemetery to make sure the former Sex Pistols manager doesn't claw his way out and walk among us again. We all try to speak well of the dead, and most tributes are proclaiming his genius and gifts, but the truth is that everybody hated Malcolm McLaren at one point or another.

If the lawsuits and biographies are any indication, everyone who dealt with McLaren -- from the New York Dolls, whom he dressed up in Communist red leather in...

Wouldn’t it be great if “Inglourious Basterds” won Best Picture at the Academy Awards?

The conventional wisdom is that this year’s Oscar derby is a race between James Cameron’s “Avatar” and Kathryn Bigelow's “The Hurt Locker.”

Still, every race has a dark horse, and there have always been a few board-markers and tin-mittens that put their money and their hopes on Quentin Tarantino’s deftly dastardly rewriting of history.

Sure, “Inglourious Basterds” could win the Oscar because it is a good movie, Tarantino’s a great director and it’s ultimately an homage to the power of film. Certainly lesser films of lower ambition have won in the past.

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