Contrary to what you might have heard, this is not the worst movie of all time. Sure every character with or without dialogue is pure fairy dust (Hello, Greg Kinnear’s apartment!), but we’re going with the standard insanity defense of, “It’s a movie!” Why? Amy Poehler. Pipe down, 30 Rockettes. Tina Fey does an employable job, but Liz Lemon would never hang out with Kate Holbrook) Back to Poehler. She’s hilarious and doesn’t backslide too much into any of her lesser SNL characters. (We’re looking, no, we’re leering at you, Will Ferrell) Also, she was the consummate talk show guest on Today, Regis, Letterman, Conan last week, and, well, fucking sue us. It made a difference. And no, Steve Martin does not steal the thing. (Brian Stack does) Martin borrows it a couple times, but returns it unharmed. Although we would have preferred the other Martin.