• This week in Natalie NudeGate: Her nude scene is coming to the big screen! She maybe wishes she hadn’t done it!
• Great World of Sound tops the Gotham nominations.
• Manohla Dargis on the films of Andy Warhol.
• MySpace gets into the softcore Real World-ripoff game.
• John Kerry has bad taste in movies.
• Alfred Hitchcock is this year’s Truman Capote.
• Netflix used to say they wanted an indie revolution. Do they still?
• Redacted is being marketed much differently than its forebear, Medium Cool.
• Dumbledore may not be the only fictional character with a secret.
• It took two years, but Wristcutters: A Love Story is finally taking the indie box office by storm.
• An entry in the Close-Up Blogathon, on David Fincher’s music videos.
• Why the Golden Globes don’t care about world cinema — and why they shouldn’t.
• Mark Cuban’s latest reign as a reality star is over.
• There was a lot of adultery at NYFF.
• Shlock factory Troma is moving to Queens.
• A look at an incredibly candid shot doc about a single woman’s life in Baghdad.
• Do critics really have a problem with Tyler Perry? Or does Lionsgate have a problem with critics?
• Fox Searchlight is releasing Juno like an awards-bait indie. Meanwhile, Diablo Cody has sold yet another project.
• On FilmCouch, Kevin reviews Lynch and Karina talks to Richard Brown, whose series Movies 101 is coming to DVD.
• The Silent Movie Theater in Los Angeles has been reborn as an impeccably programed rep house. They’re showing films from a batch of our favorite new American filmmakers in December.
• Sidney Lumet’s latest is now in theaters.
• An entry in the Totally Unrelated Blogathon, on Karina’s past life as a foodie.

Self-professed “retarded bandwagon-y blogger” Wiley Wiggins has started a micro-blogathon of sorts, dedicated to First Film Crushes. I covered this territory during the Film Characters Who Changed My Life blogathon, but because I too am retarded and bandwagon-y, I’m reposting my answer here:

The afternoon that I watched Ghostbusters for the first time (on VHS, aged six) is my earliest memory of feeling sexual attraction to another human being. Bill Murray was hardly an adonis in 1984 (or ever), and even at six, I think I knew that, but I was drawn to this strange, pock-marked man nonetheless. I even remember the exact moment of the film that did it for me: Ray and Peter have just been kicked out of the University, and they’re standing on the steps to the library, passing back and forth a bottle of booze. Ray is afraid of getting a real job; Peter, rocking back and forth on his heels, tells his partner that they were destined to lose their jobs so that they could start their own paranormal investigation agency. To this day, I’m still attracted to wild-eyed drunks with crackpot schemes, but now I try to pick specimens with better skin.

Unfortunately, that clip is not on YouTube, but the “cats and dogs” speech embedded above is pretty good, too.