Both well-deserved rankings. Sad to say, Bob Dylan placed ninth, though. Is he un-sexier than Bin Laden, John Kruk and the Pope? Un-sexier than – shudder – Philip Seymour Hoffman? I didn't think so. But that was before learning Dylan's playing Casino Rama. Being a compulsive gambler, I quite like Rama, and casinos in general, but it goes against all fundamental rules of the universe to be listening to "All Along the Watchtower" in any place where slot points can be converted into buffet breakfasts.

How could Rodriquez and Tarantino have so misgauged the public's interest in cheeky references to obscure 30-year-old movies you have to work really hard to pretend you've ever heard of? Undaunted, the duo is now hard at work on a Chinese propaganda film/Norwegian noir mash-up that's going to blow your mind.

His lawyer's argument that Anthony be allowed to deduct the virgin blood and the souls of the innocent he must consume to stay animated, was rejected.

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