I will save you some trouble

Honestly, I'm too d*mn tired to put much into a post right now. That happens when you're less than a week from welcoming Kid No. 2 into the house. But hey, I'll get plenty of rest after he/she's born, right?

Anyway, here are two stupid movies that you need to avoid, because they aren't stupid in a good way.

C'mon ... don't you feel more than a little silly?: "The Fantastic Four: The Rise of the Silver Surfer"

Really, what's the point of your "superheroes trying to have real lives" thing when the recent Spider-Man and Batman movies have done this a whole lot better?

We had an HBO free preview weekend recently, so I recorded this follow-up to the lame original. It's just as bad if not worse. Yeah, it's kind of neat to see the shiny guy on the surfboard. And the predicament of the Four swapping powers here and there was interesting.

But for the most part, this tale of how our heroes must save the world while Mr. Fantastic and Invisible Girl try to get married was not only dumb, but kind of boring. You'd like to think the effects and action would help, but they didn't. The greatest travesty: Jessica Alba didn't look all that hot. Now that's just sad.

Read this carefully: Three Oscar winners are in this movie: "Fred Claus"

Nope, not a misprint, and not for the technical awards, either. We're talking Kevin Spacey, Rachel Weisz and Kathy Bates. Then there's Paul Giamatti, who has been nominated once and should have been a second time. Geez ... talk about slumming.

Our story: Nicholas Claus (Giamatti), who went on to become the Santa we know and love, has an older brother, Fred, who is a loser. Seems a good role for Vince Vaughn, right? And he does his Vince Vaughn thing. And how. I watched this, and I was picking out this bit from "Old School" and that bit from "The Break-Up" and that bit from "Wedding Crashers" (directed by the same guy here). And so on and so forth. Range? Yeah, no.

As Fred works with his brother to repay bail money -- or something like that -- an evil corporate type (Spacey) wants to shut down the North Pole. It's all rather stupid, and I felt sorry for pretty much everyone. (Well, except Vaughn, who by most accounts is an ass.) In the end, I counted exactly two things worth seeing here:

1. Elizabeth Banks looked hot in her little North Pole uniform.

2. The scene with the support group for siblings of famous people. Didn't see it coming, and loved the real-life sibs sharing their stories. Can't we all use a little more Frank Stallone in our lives?