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It's been out a while, but I keeping forgetting Dustin Hoffman's forgettable new film. Forgettable that is, apart from the title - Mr Majoriam's Wonder Emporium. It's a ridiculous title, one that I thought Hollywood would find for the bin rather than the green light, just by looking at it. Oh sure, it may have elements of Christmas on 34th Street, yadda, yadda, but compared to say, Die Hard 4.0, it's mellifluous wordiness might not instantly connect with the general public. It reminds me of that Simpsons' episode A Fish Called Selma where washed-up actor Troy McClure uses Marge's sister to get more publicity. Then, this achieved, he turns down the supporting lead role in 'McBain 4: Fatal Discharge' for 'The Contrabulous Fabtraption of Professor Horatio Hufnagel'. The implication on the commentary of the news item is that it will plunge him straight back into obscurity. How many more hits (in the painful sense) can Hoffman take?

Talking of silliness, whenever I hear (usually via the radio) that boxer Joe Calzaghe is gearing up for another bruising fight, always for the first few seconds, I think high-pitched, sqeaky comedian Joe Pasquale is making a surprise career move to step in to the ring, rather than the Welsh Dragon. Pasquale may have won 'I'm a piece of celery, get me out of here!' but pugilism? And then it dawns.