Sacha Baron Cohen surprisingly delivered a top-tier Marvel villain performance as Mephisto in Ironheart. It’s so good that Kevin Feige is already out here saying the character will be “prominent” moving forward, which is weird because Feige is also out here saying the MCU is about to “reset.” Anyway, apparently Cohen understood the assignment and got one of those super ripped Marvel bodies. Trust me when I say you are not prepared for a sweaty, super jacked Borat. (Deadline)
The “pipeline of information” around Harry and Meghan’s Netflix deal coming to an end sure seems like they weren’t ready for this news to come out. (Lainey Gossip)
Carolyn Bessette Kennedy was not a fan of Goop. (Celebitchy)
Nobody’s told Tim Burton about Beetlejuice 3. (A.V. Club)
The legendary Ozzy Osbourne probably wouldn’t want his obituaries to heavily focus on his time as a reality TV star, but Kayleigh would be remiss if she didn’t tackle his lasting impact on the genre. (The Wrap)
Brian’s suggestion takes this to a genius level, but fair warning, it is a Superman spoiler and probably not for everyone! (Bluesky)
Now there’s an X-Files Little Golden Book?! After my kids are grown?! Sonofa. (Rolling Stone)
Final Fantasy made Magic: The Gathering a butt-ton of money. I gotta be real, while it felt like highway robbery, it’s easily the best one of these crossovers. (Kotaku)
From Nate: Webster, MA police have decided to stop searching for the town’s unofficial new mascot, Goose, the 5 ft. long venomous water monitor. (Boston)
Wednesday Season 3 is a go. (TVLine)
James Gunn really hated those Peacemaker cameos in Black Adam and Shazam: Fury of the Gods. He’s legitimately still mad. (Gizmodo)
NatalieH picked up Thomas D. Lee’s Arthurian retelling, Perilous Times, because a review complained about things like mentions of climate change and reverse racism. “I really liked the writing in this, and it was frequently very funny.” Have you read a book because of a negative review? (Cannonball Read 17)
I remember being a kid and watching commercials from the ’60s and ’70s that seemed like peering into an alien world. That’s exactly how I felt watching this Pepsi commercial starring The Osbournes, except I actually remember this one because it was from my senior year in college. I’d shake my fist at God, but I don’t want to spill my Sanka and the waitress bumped my wrist at Cracker Barrel the other day. Does this look like it’s bruising?
