The shooting of Jackie over the weekend caused some road closures.

When I was around ten or eleven, all I really wanted for Christmas was a glaive. Now, if you immediately found yourself thinking, “Well, who didn’t want a badass magical throwing weapon that looked like a jeweled starfish with knife blades, as featured in the 1983 box-office fantasy bomb Krull,” then you’ve already passed the first trial in your quest to determine if you’re part of the fairly narrow target audience for Your Highness. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, we may have to move on to other potential fan groups for this film, such as devotees of Your Highness star and co-writer Danny McBride’s Eastbound and Down. Still nothing? Well, if you like getting high, this party’s for you, too: “Highness” doesn’t just refer to the McBride character’s regal lineage.

It turns out that ballet isn’t so different from professional wrestling: both are choreographed, both take enormous physical tolls and both can make you a little crazy — the former just has much smaller performers and far better music. It’s odd to think of Darren Aronofsky’s new film, Black Swan, a backstage thriller about professional ballet, as a companion piece to his last film, The Wrestler, a backstage melodrama about professional wrestling, with Natalie Portman playing a diminutive version of Mickey Rourke, only in less gaudy tights. But it’s not entirely inaccurate.

DCist’s highly subjective and hardly comprehensive guide to the most interesting movies playing around town in the coming week. Indie: The Darjeeling Limited By now, five features into his career, it’s likely you already have a strong opinion on Wes Anderson. Despite his tendency to borrow liberally from his own film and literary heroes, from Kubrick to Fitzgerald to the entire French New Wave, a Wes Anderson film feels like a Wes Anderson film from…

This week, Phillyist saw the waters of a landmark fountain run red for a Showtime marketing stunt, the Phils pull ahead, and some serious nostalgia. They also got a chance to review an awesome tribute album, reminded folks to see the King, and appreciated their beautiful skyline. Chicagoist knows what it’s like to like the Cubs. But naming your kid Wrigley Fields? At least they can breathe a little easier now that Grossman’s out and…