If you're looking for a funny comedy to rent on DVD, call these girls... maybe?

You don't have to go to the theater this weekend to see Lizzy Caplan and Alison Brie in the same movie.

When I die and ascend to heaven's Pearly Gates, right before St. Peter says "Nuh-Unhhh!" and pushes the big button labeled Hell, he's going to sing "So long, see you honey/You can't buy me with your money." Thanks to the Hot Blog, I now know what my Hell is going to look like. Taking a cue from the numerous people who have danced in the aisles at the Winter Garden, Universal is now releasing the Sing-Along, Dance-Along version of Mamma Mia! That exclamation point belongs to the title, not my obvious excitement (not!) at this revoltin' development. As the worst part of any ABBA song appears onscreen, people can sing and dance, hopefully better than Pierce Brosnan does in the film. This is the beginning of the end, people! The 70's are returning and I'm all out of Afro Sheen! Next, folks will show up in bad jumpsuits and wigs, and CNN will catch self-admitted ABBA fan John McCain dropping it like it's hot to "Take a Chance On Me" at the AMC Googleplex in Phoenix.

Having sat at (and eventually under) this very desk just over two weeks ago when the 5.4 Chino Hills earthquake trembled its way through my fair city, my first reaction upon hearing that J.J. Abrams would be making an earthquake disaster movie was: "Ugh, no thanks." Seeing the lights above you sway violently while you're enveloped in an unnatural rumble that's loud and quiet at the same time kind of kills any desire whatsoever to experience it in THX or Dolby. Then again, the memory of the quake is still pretty raw; my stomach still flips whenever a big truck rumbles past our building. Maybe months down the road when the film is in theaters and my nerves have settled, I'll want to flock into a crowded L.A. theater with two puny exits (that it takes ten minutes to get through even when you're not panic stricken) to find out what the creative minds of our time believe will happen when the Big One actually hits. Ugh. Maybe not.

We all have our pet issues here at Movies Without Pity. Zach likes to talk about comic book movies and his love of that terrible Watchmen trailer, the one that proves that Zack Snyder should get a torch enema from the Columbia Pictures lady. [Odie, I'll chalk that one up to jet lag. - Zach] And I like to bitch and moan about the resurgence of 3-D and how I can no longer perceive it. Well, to acknowledge the 5.4 earthquake that shook the City of Angels yesterday, I'm going to talk about another theater gimmick I'm pissed I can no longer perceive: Sensurround. No, I didn't have a freak butt-numbing accident; I can't perceive Sensurround because it no longer exists. But when it did, it first accompanied a cheesy, Oscar winning Chuck Heston movie called Earthquake.

Film industry relationships are complicated. Most relationships are, but at least with marriages and dating, we at least have some frame of reference. Our friends or family members have been through the same things we have, and can share their experiences with us. And if not, we can always watch the wack-jobs on Maury to make ourselves feel better. Let's look at the relationship troubles between DreamWorks SKG and Viacom Inc.'s Paramount Pictures, as reported by Zap2it, in terms we might be able to relate to.

Shortly after it was reported that last Sunday's fire on the Universal back lot destroyed the studio's video vault, some sets and that archaic King Kong ride, studio brass came out assuring film buffs everywhere that nothing they lost was irreplaceable. Now there is some indication that that may not be entirely true.