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Welcome to SheWired's weekly round-up of the most infuriating bits of news from the past seven days.

The title of Lisa Cholodenko’s High Art (1998) is a pun. Because it’s about an artist who does drugs. Get it? “High” art? This is the silliest thing about the film -- rest of it is pretty serious and difficult. I’m still a bit miffed though, because High Artwould have been a perfect name for a buddy road movie about the zany adventures of two stoners who’ve been hired to bring a priceless painting to an auction across the country in 48 hours. Instead, we get sad Ally Sheedy and the filmic equivalent of listening to the Mazzy Star cover of “Sweet Jane” on endless loop.

Installment #who's counting of the Twilight saga, Breaking Dawn Part 2, hits theaters tomorrow, and I can proudly say, with some degree of certainty, that I’ve successfully stayed out of the Twilight fray having seen maybe 14 of the entire 4,200 total minutes of Kristen Stewart biting her lip over Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner (well, their characters. I do realize they aren’t real but I can’t be bothered to memorize their character names).