If there's one important lesson that can be drawn from the blockbuster performance of Warner Bros.' The Dark Knight, it's that audiences aren't afraid of a comic-book movie that takes a walk on the dark, grim side. However, the same can't necessarily be said for Fox topper Tom Rothman (the bane of AICN) who greenlit two Fantastic Four movies, hired Brett Ratner to direct X3, and now is allegedly mucking with the X-Men spinoff Wolverine. Despite the fact that the gritty, Hugh Jackman-topped film was met with a giddy response at this year's Comic-Con, Jeff Wells says that Rothman is pressuring director Gavin Hood to make the movie more kid-friendly — and when Hood won't cave, Rothman is taking matters into his own hands:

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Look, until I get a proper glimpse of Sunday Rose Kidman Urban - and at this rate, it looks like I'm going to have to apply for the position of Jamie Fawcett's work experience kid in order to even come close to achieving that goal - I am just going to have to assume the worst. Sunday Rose was born with Conjoined Twin Myslexia. I know it's a fictional condition made up by the creators of South Park, but until Keith and Nic bother proving otherwise, I am certain there's a Nurse Gollum situation going on here.

But wait! Among what seems to be a thousand amazing "No sign of Sunday Rose" stories being published around town comes one briefly interesting report - Hugh Jackman and his missus Deborra-Lee Furness have been over to the Kidman-Urban household, and Sunday Rose has been confirmed as cute!

The world is yet to catch a glimpse of her reddish hair but Hollywood actor Hugh Jackman and his wife Deborra-Lee Furness yesterday vouched Sunday Rose is "gorgeous".

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As noted here yesterday, we missed the Fox PR Caravan to San Diego Comic-Con, but that shouldn't suggest we don't (or you shouldn't) care about the geek gangbang unfolding as we speak. To the contrary, we've actually managed to find a handful of highlights worth passing along, from Rose McGowan's overactive tongue to Benicio Del Toro's narcolepsy to an all-Lego Batman — and more! It's the next best thing to not being there, we promise!

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Guy Smiley aka Jack Chambers won So You Think You Can Dance Australia on Sunday night, which didn't really surprise anyone, considering the odds were in his favour, though those who were rooting for runner-up Rhys Bobridge were disappointed there was no shock upset.

We were mildly shocked that hoofer Kate Wormald managed to come third ahead of irrepressible B-girl Demi Sorrono, which indicated that perhaps the voting public had decided to vote for talent before personality.

Suffice to say Jack was probably shocked when Hugh Jackman - who, remember, used to be way into musical theatre; your Associate Editor and her mum saw him in Beauty & The Beast in the '90s and knew he'd be a star - admitted he was a fan of the 19-year-old jazz dancer and vowed to meet him on Broadway.

"The fact that he knew my name just gave me shivers," Chambers said.

"I was just standing there and he looked at me and he goes: 'Jack, congratulations man, you're wonderful', and I'm like, 'oh my God, Thank you'."

Chambers said he was blown away by the comments from Jackman, who won a Tony Award for playing Peter Allen in the Boy From Oz.

"He said: 'I'll guess I'll see you at Broadway some time' and I said: 'Yeah, I love it' and he said: 'I'll see you there'."

And what did we all think of the Dance finale? It started brilliantly; the Matt Lee-choreographed opening number was great, and having all the judges dance was inspired (hello, high-kicking Bonnie!). Tap Dogs for once didn't make us psychotic with rage, and Khaly's robot-costumed "futuristic hip hop" routine was stupid/fun, too.

But then, WTF, the "greatest hits" performances (i.e. "your favourite" couples' routines from the season) were, no jokes, the worst of the series. We knew the selections were a little off when they chose that Marko and Stephanie jive (the Veronicas/1976 punk one) and were just about projectile vomiting when they got the worst performance of all - Rhiannon and JD's botched tango - back for a second chance draw. Fortunately our television set was just saved from getting a brick through it by an encore of Jason Gilkison's brilliant African samba for Henry and Vanessa.

Jack and Rhys' vaguely West Side Story-esque routine pulled it all together at the end (and made us feel a bit funny in the pants), and then The Bass confirmed the franchise would be back for round two next year, so here's hoping all the stuff-ups, dodgy "corrie" and lacklustre atmosphere will have been gotten out of the way and 2009 will go straight to 11.

And next year? No more advertorial from Nacho Pop, please. Just stick to dancing like a robot and stop showing us your wicked fresh Sony Handycam.

Deciphering your moviegoing options for the third week running, Defamer Attractions returns today with a look at the final weekend before the studios spill summer in our lap. Today we gauge Tina Fey's chances for box office superiority, corral the highest-profile dog since 88 Minutes (that was only last week? Really?), recommend a certain Oscar-winning actress's directing debut and scan the new arrivals shelf for DVD's of notice. As always, our opinions are our own, but they're also right. You can thank us later!

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Hugh Jackman may not have directly jumped in front of publicist Virginia Kim's vehicle and screamed "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP - IN ABOUT TWO SECONDS THERE'S GONNA BE A CRAZY DRIVER VEERING WILDLY OUT OF CONTROL ON THE ROAD!" in the literal sense, but apparently his chiseled movie star looks pretty much saved her life the other day.

Says Sydney Confidential -

Virginia Kim survived to tell her harrowing celebrity tale, when the car she was travelling to work in slowed to check out the Aussie actor having breakfast at Bills restaurant, Darlinghurst.

"He was kind enough to perch himself at the window table, looking very early morning scruffy but still very lush," Kim said in an emotional email.

"As we drove past the window (for the third consecutive time), we slowed the car to an absolute crawl and came to a very early stop at the traffic light," Kim wrote in the email.

"Two seconds later, a crazy out-of-control car came out of nowhere and crossed on to the wrong side of the road. Had we stopped where we were supposed to, it would have been a head-on collision."

"Hugh Jackman's good looks and our incapacity to take our eyes away literally saved our lives," she gushed. "He's the office hero."

Wow. Stirring and emotional stuff, to be sure. This reminds us of the time Mariah Carey warned a friend of ours that the charter flight he'd planned during a holiday in South East Asia was destined for disaster, thus sparing him from a fiery end - and by that, we mean the time our friend decided to stay in bed and masturbate to Mariah Carey's Playboy cover and ended up missing his early morning flight by ten minutes.

Hugh, Mariah - we salute you.

You know, there's something kind of nice about Kevin Rudd having the grown up equivalent of a "Back To School" party on his last weekend of freedom before the bespectacled leader of this fine nation knuckles down once more, finally leaving Julia Gillard free to peruse assorted shoe stores looking for comfortable, practical footwear with high grip caterpillar treads.

Even better? The star factor, baby! Star factor!

Prime Minister Kevin Rudd is determined to enjoy the very last days of his holiday break in Sydney, hosting an intimate dinner with celebrities Nicole Kidman, Keith Urban, Hugh Jackman and Deborra-lee Furness last night.

The A-list celebrities, together with Federal Arts and Environment Minister Peter Garrett and his wife Doris, joined the Rudd family for a dinner at Kirribilli House.

You'd never see famous types of that calibre coming over for tea at Kirribilli House during the Howard years, now would you?

After what seems to have been about fifteen years (in actual fact it was nine months, which is still a ridiculously long shooting period), Baz Lurhmann's monster (in size, not in genre) drama Australia has finally finished filming.

The flick is due for release next Christmas, so they're obviously planning a similarly short and sweet editing and post-production period.

Stars Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman sound pleased to be finished, if a little "what the hell do we do now?" after such a huge stint. In Jackman's case, what to do next involves, er, eating.

"If you could tick any box off a job, this has got every box ticked," he said, adding it felt "surreal" to finish. "Part of me doesn't want to let this go. It's probably the best movie I've ever worked on. It's hard to let go of."

While eating from a plate of broccoli, Jackman said he would have three weeks off before throwing himself into physically demanding sci-fi thriller Wolverine.

"I literally eat every three hours," Jackman said of his preparation.

Goddamn it, we've been sucking down spinach and acai berry thickshakes with fish scales sprinkled on top, no wonder our biceps haven't been getting more impressive, we've been eating the wrong fucking stuff! Thanks for nothing, Jackman.

Even though she allegedly thinks of herself as British these days, we'll still welcome Naomi Watts home to this country's fair shores during the festive season with open arms. Especially as she's bringing her adorable first born Alexander as part of her carry on.

(Naomi Watts) will be wheelin' her new bub and his daddy Liev Schrieber into town for a summer holiday, a now annual event for the loved-up movie star couple.

Last year, the pair lived it up on their last break together before becoming parents, splashing out on a $50,000-a-week Harbourside home. But this time Hollywood mate Hugh Jackman and wife Deborra-Lee Furness have beaten them to it, hiring out the popular Darling Point pile Altona for the duration of their cinematic stay - while filming Australia and Wolverine - moving in with their two kids and Hugh's best pal, the cricket-mad Gus Worland.

Damn you, Furness-Jackman clan, for getting your sticky paws on Sydney's finest celebrity real estate.

Don't worry about Naomi, Liev, and baby being homeless though. The article goes on to inform us the young family will probably just crash out at Simon Baker-Denny-Baker-Nodenny-Baker and Rebecca Riggs' digs. Phew!

When one's creatively adventurous casino musical murder mystery bombs so spectacularly that everyone involved is still picking the bloody sequins from the costumes of cabaret dancers killed in the low-rated blast out of their hair several days later, one can either go into hiding, hoping the media will stop calling to find out What Went Wrong, or one can hold one's head high to proclaim (in song, preferably), "Nothing ventured, nothing gained!" We're not sure which route Hugh Jackman eventually plans to take, but his wife has chosen the latter option:

"We are obviously very disappointed, but you have to take risks in this business," Deborra-Lee Furness said Wednesday in Sydney.

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