Instagram Battles: Juliette with needles, Jess with Playbill, Gwynnie with "farmgarita"

Would you rather...

...hit a Broadway show with Jessica Chastain?
...have a photo op with the women of Big Little Lies?
...double fist with Armie Hammer?  
...get acupuncture with Juliette Lewis?  
...drink a farmgarita with Gwyneth Paltrow? 
...share a tongue bath and head massage with Luke Evans? 

Pictures after the jump to help you decide. 

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Call Me By Your Release Date

By Spencer Coile

After it dazzled audiences and critics alike at this year's Sundance Film Festival, it is not altogether baffling that Call Me By Your Name, the latest entry from I Am Love and A Bigger Splash director Luca Guadagnino was picked up by Sony Pictures Classics before it even premiered at the festival. And for those eagerly awaiting Guadagnino's latest cinematic concoction, our countdown commences: the film's limited release date is scheduled for November 24, 2017, or Thanksgiving weekend.

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Instagram Battles: Armie, Helen, or Arianne?

Would you rather?

...shave Armie Hammer's chest

...draw a bath for Dame Helen Mirren 

...or fill out an Oscar costume design ballot with Arianne Phillips? 

...help Chris Pratt with his hair and makeup? 

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Instagram Battles: Armie, Kristin, or Billy?

Would you rather...

• give Armie Hammer a massage?
• go to a gown fitting with Kristin Chenoweth? 
• go falconing with Billy Magnussen? 

Birthday massage... Check. #painisweaknessleavingthebody

A photo posted by Armie Hammer (@armiehammer) on Aug 28, 2016 at 5:02am PDT

So much beauty and glamour in one photo! @kchenoweth in our ombré tulle gown. Happy Saturday! 💞💞

A photo posted by Christian Siriano (@csiriano) on Sep 3, 2016 at 9:52am PDT

America!! Falconing!! #nomadcowboys #worldnomadgames #worldnomadgames2016 #livefortoday #america #kyrgyzstan

A photo posted by Billy Magnussen (@billymagnussen) on Sep 3, 2016 at 5:03am PDT

Two Guys and Two Gals from U.N.C.L.E.

Here is Kyle with a review of Guy Ritchie's The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

 

Last week, if you told me that I’d be in love with a Guy Ritchie film, I’d have snatched you by your smoking barrels and given you what for. Yet here I am, utterly enamored of The Man from U.N.C.L.E. In a summer bloated with franchises and (ugh) reboots that willfully avoid originality—save Mad Max: Fury Road, of course—Man from U.N.C.L.E. is a welcome demonstration that a flick can be fun without being dumb. The film subverts the formula of “action” blockbusters to make us feel tense or anxious most of the time. Fight/chase scenes are not suspenseful tent poles but undercut by humor or condensed through stylish montages. Indeed, style is the subject of the film; the narrative is so patently pat that it shifts focus to the way it’s told. It’s upsetting that audiences did not flock to it in its all-important opening weekend, though it may almost be a compliment these days that the name recognition of the original property is so low that it didn’t push audiences into theaters. If Man from U.N.C.L.E. succeeds—and I still hope it will—it will be based on its own merits, of which it has plenty...

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