The Marvel Comics adaptation, starring Robert Downey Jr. as the Iron Man himself, hauled in $100.7 million over opening weekend and $104.2 million since debuting Thursday night, the second-best premiere ever for a non-sequel, according to studio estimates Sunday.

The film also scored overseas with $96.7 million in 57 countries where it began opening Wednesday, putting its worldwide total at $201 million.

But the good always comes with the bad. This weekend was down nearly 13% from the same weekend in 2007, when “Spider-Man 3” kicked off the summer with $151.1 weekend gross, the highest on record, according to Media by Numbers.

I guess it could be worse, if I were the studios and movie execs I would take what I can get and be happy with it. Plus, Iron Man is the first title out of the gate produced by Marvel, and it will be followed later this summer by The Hulk, which Universal is releasing.

Teenage boys everywhere– rejoice I say, rejoice!

With so many rave reviews from many critics already, Iron Man features Downey as billionaire arms designer Tony Stark, who builds a high-tech suit and becomes a superhero. He changes his self-absorbed ways after he’s taken captive and sees firsthand the devastation his weapons cause.

This film is directed by Jon Favreau, and also stars Gwyneth Paltrow, Jeff Bridges and Terrence Howard. But I must say I was extremely pleased with Robert Downey Jr. and his performance in Iron Man. He really needed a strong comeback movie and I’m sure this will suffice.

If you haven’t seen a trailer for this movie already, you seriously must live under a rock.

Go watch one, NOW!

It’s worth it.

To see the stage moms at their finest, watch this video.

To find out what brought all this drama on, you’ll have to tune in tonight on Vh1 at 10pm!

The CW officially revealed the self-proclaimed, next, hot, girl group on last night’s season finale of “Pussycat Dolls Presents: Girlicious” and I am left with mixed feelings.

When it first aired in February, I was quite disappointed to learn that the Pussycat Dolls were nowhere to be found, but intrigued with the idea of the formation of a new and potentially even more amazing group.

Unfortunately, my heart only dropped again, along with my brain cell count, to find myself spending an hour of my life watching a large group of young girls at each other’s throats over anything and everything (ie: the sharing or should I say NOT sharing of clothes) while fighting for the dubious honor of becoming part of a group called “Girlicious.” Seriously, how much time and creative thought and energy did it take to come up with “Girlicious”–maybe a minute?

Each week I found myself tuning in and wondering to myself, “Oh my god, these girls are soooo annoying. Why am I watching this?”

I mean, did they really just say that? As I roll my eyes and the desire to slap them around a bit subsides, it hits me…

Okay. I am ashamed to admit it, but I LOVED THIS SHOW. Well, at least I loved to hate it. It was very much my guilty pleasure for the last 2-3 months, not quite crack but very close to it. I knew it was bad for me. It was a total time-waster, but god did I do anything for a hit. I even scoured YouTube for ages looking for the missed episodes when my cable box was out so that I could get at least one or two snide remarks in about them being so catty and stupid.

As the final four (the “shocker” as the group was originally supposed to be a trio), Nichole, Tiffanie, Natalie and Chrystina, were announced and I finished watching the final episode, I tried to make sense of this addiction and decided the following:

Yes, Girlicious is a ridiculous name and yes, I hated myself for watching the show, but I was obviously entertained and I’m sure they ate up my hesitant support. Thus, we both got something positive out of this nasty experience—this show and I are in an unhealthy love/hate relationship and it looks like a sick and twisted future is in store.

So you say to me, “The shows over. Now what?” Well, right now? I guess I’d have to say that we’re kind of on a break. Sadly, that probably means that for the next couple of weeks you’ll find me watching their new video over and over again while idealizing the good times we had together. So, it might just be the withdrawal talking, but despite the fact that I find their new video a bit skanky and the lyrics really snobby, the song itself is quite catchy. You be the judge, but be careful…I could be your future.