This Argentinian-made film, initially made as a short in 2005, will remind you of 500 Days of Summer and early-cru Woody Allen. Keep an eye out for distribution news (as yet undetermined).

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In a Judd Apatow production, no mention of gastrointestinal or bodily fluid concerns is overlooked . So naturally, the meat-eaters pay their price. Just after they’ve slipped into $800 dresses at a high-end boutique shop, their stomachs start rumbling, their faces redden, the sweat breaks out. Soon, two of the women are hurtling to the shop’s single bathroom, vomiting on their gowns—and each other— into a single toilet. Meanwhile, the fat, bawdy Megan (Melissa McCarthy) defecates into a sink; Wiig swallows her puke along with a breathmint; and, in the most disturbing fecal-related cinematic shot since Divine actually consumed dog shit in “Pink Flamingos,” the gown-clad bride herself (Maya Rudolph), dashing to find an unoccupied restroom, has a full-blown “accident” in the middle of a busy intersection.

Pro: she’s worked with some of the best video directors of all time and probably has been ‘influenced’ by them. I can hear you snicker and shrug, and maybe being a great movie director doesn’t make one a good movie director but there are some notable exceptions: David Fincher or, when he’s actually working, Spike Jonze. So anyway, by osmosis, or otherwise, Madge has known great music video directors and that has to have affected her stylistically. You can’t spend seven days inside a room with Jonas Åkerlund without getting some benefit out of it. And I’m a huge fan of Madonna’s collaborations with New York photographer Steven Klein (one of my very favorites out there).

Baldwin’s forays into politics have been mostly via his chronicles in the Huffington Post. He’s no Hendrik Hertzberg but the world could always use more politically-committed actors (as long as they’re not taking an Academy Awards telecast with their pleas—Susan Sarandon and Tim Robins).

Last April Baldwin wrote an article bemoaning clean-nuclear politics’ “dishonest” agenda in HuffPo (he’s a contributor). Most recently, also in the media outlet, Baldwin wrote a commentary of the recent Anthony Weiner debacle, saying, “He exists under a constant pressure cooker of self-analysis and public appraisal. Like other politicians, he needs something to take the edge off.”

“Beautiful Boy” has a lot to recommend it. It develops real characters. It treats them with generosity, and offers a rare portrayal of an amicable divorce, in which the spouses still care but are no longer in love. Unlike Gus Van Sant’s “Elephant” and reportedly unlike Lynne Ramsey’s upcoming “We Need to Talk about Kevin,” it doesn’t aestheticize school violence. Debut director Shawn Ku seems more interested in a sensitive portrait of the minutia of suffering.