SFist always feels vindicated when our nemesis, the Chron's Mick LaSalle, disses a movie we're interested in. As we might have mentioned before, he is our Bizarro-self when it comes to films, as everything he feels we feel in exactly the opposite. This week's tiny triumph of the SFist spirit (and our Big Budget Pick of the Week)is his dislike of Closer, which we have been (uncharacteristically, since there aren't any car chases, zombies, or explosions) looking forward to since we heard of its inception. We don't care how many anti-feminist pieces of crap she makes, there's still something we like about Julia Roberts. And then you've got your Portman, your Law, and your Owen -- we're swooning from the sheer handsomeness of everyone involved. We saw and enjoyed Closer in its original incarnation as a play, and are intrigued by the possibilities with this great cast and direction by Mike Nichols. (No word yet if that NIN song is on the soundtrack) You can catch this at our Bay Area metroplexes, but we recommend seeing it at UA's Vogue Theater, which, while not locally owned, is an SF classic.

Oh, dear. LaSalle liked Who Killed Bambi?, our other hotly anticipated film opening this weekend. And 23 Yahoo users have given the film a D+ rating, which bodes doubly ill for it. But it's playing at the glorious Castro, so even if this thriller about a drug-crazed doctor stalking a student nurse is crap, we feel primed for campy fun.

The Lumiere has schadenfreude to spare with Overnight, a documentary about a bartender who sells a scrpit to Miramax, becomes an overnight sensation, and then an overnight failure. We're going to see it, if for no reason other than so we can chuckle about how that will never happen to us. The failure part, we mean.

For those of you who already have big plans this weekend, may we recommend Blade: Trinity, which opens on Wednesday, December 8? This would TOTALLY have been out pick of the week if it had opened on the weekend, but we've still got to throw it in there. Sure, it's supposed to suck (it's rumored that Wesley Snipes refused to do publicity for this, a movie he himself produced), and the cast doesn't give us much hope, what with the 7th Heaven chick and the Pizza show dude (holy crap his character's name is "Hannibal King". We are totally naming our next child "Hannibal King"). But keep looking at the cast list and...Parker Posey? You have got to be kidding us! Look, Hannibal "Pizza Show" King + Party Girl + Vampire Crap = SFist's ass in a seat come Wednesday night. That is, unless LaSalle gives it a guy jumping up and down in glee or something. In that case, we'll wait for it on Netflix.

And with that final recommendation, we revert to the SFist Watches you know and (one hopes) love. That Closer thing was just a bump in our crap-loving road to hell.