Indiana Jones was a chick flick

There are plenty of curious people wondering: "Can a chick flick top the box office?"

They're saying this because the absolutely unnecessary "Sex and the City" movie comes out this weekend.

But listen, a chick flick just finished raking it in at the box office. A chick flick that raked in the second biggest Memorial Day weekend haul ever (that's an oxy moron right, Memorial Day weekend? Someone look into that for me).

Indiana Jones IV was a chick flick.

Do yourself a favor: Ask the nearest chick to you what she thought of Indy.

Now, ask the closest guy.

You're going to be surprised by the response.

It had a hunky guy with a soft center — his heart not his abs, those were rock hard. It had an age appropriate love interest. It had two female leads that chicks don't want to pulverize with a lapdog. It had a touching love story with a sappy reunion that pretty much negated every action scene that preceded it. Not much blood or gore.

In fact, I'm surprised Katherine Heigl wasn't involved.

Now for the news...

:: Are you ready for Batman fever? They are in Britain, as Dark Knight is on the cover of the coolest magazine on the planet, Empire. You can browse the interactive magazine (it's got two covers, so pick your poison). {empire}

:: Are they looking for a new Spider Man? For my money, Patrick Fugit would be a good choice. {super hero hype}

:: Is Sharon Stone the stupidest person on the planet? Or is she just dim-witted and brash? She called the China quake bad karma. D'oh. Doesn't she realize the Chinese overloads don't look too kindly on anyone judging their occupation friendly presence in Tibet. {the guardian}

:: Because 6 Rocky movies haven't been enough, MGM wants Rocky 7. Crap. {moviehole}

Lost news to keep you sated until tomorrow...

:: Entertainment Weekly gets cryptic guessing who's gonna be in the casket. You remember the casket at the end of season 3? The funeral that only Jack went to. They think it's Ben. My money is on someone a little less obvious. I'd say Desmond. And I think Desmond and Sawyer sacrifice themselves to save the freighter and the island. {ew}

:: If you want to watch a ton of clips from tomorrow's show (including one that might make you scream it's so delightfully edited) then I recommend you check this out. If you want to maintain the sanctity of the show. Stay away. {doc arzt}

Now for some trailer trash ...

:: "Choke." I can't decide if this will exceed my expectations or just fantastically disappoint me. "Choke" might be one of my favorite books ever. I put it up there with "House of Leaves," "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and "On The Road" for pure enjoyment.

So, I've seen the trailer. And, I'm sorta underwhelmed. One of the beauties of the book — and of Chuck Palahniuk — is the repetitive narration style. If you've seen "Fight Club" you know what I'm talking about. (I am Jack's enlarged prostate. I am Jack's smirking revenge.)

In Choke, that refrain is "What Would Jesus Not Do."

If they can keep that refrain up. And keep repeating to themselves that that's essentially the point of the book as it descends into madness and butt plugs, then everything will be fine.

If it's played as a love story between Paige and Victor, this movie is going to blow. {/film}

:: And, finally, the red-band trailer for "Step Brothers" with John C. Reilly and Will Farrell. Um, not safe for work. {/film}