Just the other day as we sat in the back seat – we decided we most definitely did not like the way our mother was driving. Most people would be content to sit back and go whichever way she turns the steering wheel – not us. We pulled her hair until she was parked smack in-font of a McDonald’s drive-thru window.

We inssurected her the same way that Benicio del Toro inssurects things in his 4 1/2 hour long Che movie, except with slightly less girly interview walk-outs.

Ernesto “Che” Guevara was the greatest Mexican military general of all time. Not only was he solely responsible for taking back Texas, Arizona and the entire top half of South America, but he also liked to tinker in his garage on things like spaceships, escalators and highly nutritional, camel-flavoured soup mixes. That doesn’t sound good, but we’re told it really was.

We know all this because we majored in Mexican history for over two dozen semesters. We were positively riveted the entire time.

The next time we’ll probably be riveted is last weekend, actually. That’s when Benicio del Toro’s Che movie apparently came out. To sum up the basic plot for you – the guy in front of us had to get up to pee three times because the freaking movie is over four hours long. We heard it was first made as a military tool – to be used for information-extraction at Guantanamo Bay.

We didn’t actually hear that. In fact, we haven’t even seen the movie. If we had, perhaps we’d be able to make more sense of Benicio del Toro’s weird interview stromp-out. The Washington Times reports:

“A controversial new biopic about Cuban revolutionary Ernesto “Che” Guevara is awakening old passions and provoking vigorous defenses and denunciations of the iconic revolutionary and – in the case of an interview with The Washington Times – a dramatic walkout.

“”I’m getting uncomfortable,” Benicio del Toro said after fielding a question about his new movie’s portrayal of the Bolivian and Cuban revolutions. “I’m done. I’m done, I hope you write whatever you want. I don’t give a damn.” With that, the Oscar-winning actor walked away, abruptly terminating an interview conducted late last week to discuss director Steven Soderbergh’s “Che.”"

What specific question sent del Toro through the door in unknown, but perhaps it was something like “Hey, are you guys gonna make the sequel about Timothy McVeigh?”

‘Of course not,’ the answer probably would have been. ‘McVeigh looks terrible on a t-shirt.’

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You want a comparison? OK. Onscreen, the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy revolved around a bunch of doctors wondering who’d be asked to perform some surgery on a patient. For approximately the billionth time.

But off-screen? Off-screen the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy revolved around dollop-faced actor TR Knight throwing the mother of all strops and walking off the show because nobody’s giving him the attention that he obviously deserves. See – which one would you watch? Oh, neither? Actually, us too.

We’d love to be a fly on the wall behind the scenes of Grey’s Anatomy. That’s mostly because we’d love to vomit on everyone’s lunch and give them all food poisoning, but because it’d allow us to see the extent of the rumours that the actors all hate the writers, the producers all hate the actors and the actors all hate each other.

It certainly seems that way, what with actors fighting, actors screaming homophobic slurs at each other, actors turning down awards because they thought their scripts were terrible and producers firing actors because everything was getting a bit gay. And now, the cherry on the cake – there’s been a Grey’s Anatomy walk-off.

TR Knight – who plays, um, someone on Grey’s Anatomy - has apparently decided to leave the show because producers refused to change the title of the show to The TR Knight Medicine And Meaningful Looks Hour, change all the characters’ names to ‘TR Knight’ and make everyone walk around the hospital in TR Knight masks singing a song of TR Knight’s composition entitled Ooh Yeah TR Knight Is So Flipping Great. Or, you know, something. People reports:

Why does Knight, who remains a fan favorite, want to leave? “Have you seen the show lately?” says a source. Knight has received little screen time this season, with the show focusing on controversial storylines like the romance between Katherine Heigl’s Izzie and her long-dead lover, Denny.

We can’t help feeling that TR Knight is acting like a little bit of a petulant brat here. After all, Grey’s Anatomy is an ensemble show, and sometimes everyone can come to the forefront with a storyline about hardcore necrophilia. It happened with Cheers and it’s damn well going to happen with Grey’s Anatomy.

But still, you can see why TR Knight is so keen to quit Grey’s Anatomy – stars like Sandra Oh and Katherine Heigl and Patrick Dempsey have long since started to make the transition to movies, and there’s little doubt that TR Knight wants to follow suit.

True, he’ll have to wait until someone writes a movie script about a tubby-faced Little Lord Fauntleroy who looks like he’s about 12 years old, and then cross his fingers and pray that the director’s top 35 choices for the role all turn it down. But that day will come, we’re sure of it.

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We're sometimes a bit more tolerant, however. If we're out to see a band or performer we have genuine admiration and respect for, then we're nothing but a bundle of joy and happiness all night long. Bearing that rule in mind, it's probably a good thing that we were nowhere near The Hospital bar in Covent Garden on Tuesday night, as an event took place that would have seen us embark on a rage-filled, blood-splattered frenzy of which that man with the big gun from Predator would have been proud.

Peaches Geldof played a gig.

The teen socialite – a creature whose uselessness is so powerful not even daylight can escape – apparently strapped on a bass guitar and attempted to strum a couple of tunes while mewling out vocals. She was accompanied by a band called Rodnik. You can check out their website here. Someone at Dazed And Confused would probably label them 'ironic bohemian subversives cleverly manipulating established art forms for a new generation'. We'll just settle for 'cunts.' Or possibly 'pointless trust-fund-leeching cunts', if we were feeling creative.

Evidently the audience at the Hospital were on hecklerspray's wavelength. During the course of a three-song set, Peaches – no doubt looking like her usual self, i.e. a gerbil crawling out of the wreckage of a firebombed Ms. Selfridges – forget her lyrics and generally made a shambling mess of herself. The assembled crowd decided that stepping outside to freeze in the present Easter ice age was a better option, and thus the venue vacated itself faster than Heather Mills in a marriage.

Rodnik's reaction? They finished their show by 'trashing their equipment' – something which has definitely never, ever been done by any band ever in the history of rock music. Ever.

Whether Geldof will attempt some sort of comeback remains to be seen. There are plenty of opportunities, though: we're sure that Wembley Civic Centre needs someone to scare the rats away, or alternatively Peachy-babes and the boys could reassemble for a self-help night hecklerspray is organising called 'Things May Be Bad Right Now, But Just Thank The Weeping Baby Christ You're Not One Of These Worthless Dullards.'

Failing that, she could always fall back on her usual routine – hanging around Shoreditch bars, expecting everyone within a ten-metre radius to suddenly spin around, drop their drink in amazement and scream 'oh my god, it's you, it's really you!'.

We're not going to look, okay, sweetheart? We're just not.

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So when Brad Pitt announced that he was going to star in a movie adaptation of State Of Play, the blisteringly well-received BBC thriller that made a star out of Bill Nighy and won a slate of awards, it looked like Brad Pitt had finally got it right – he was making a film that was serious enough for him not to be taken merely as eye candy but not so serious that its constant sermonising turned audiences away. Not that it matters now because Brad Pitt has walked away from State Of Play right before filming was supposed to start and the studio wants to sue him. But Brad Pitt will get the last laugh because he'll still get to show off his acting chops in the movie he's making instead – Mr Pretty's World Of Doe-Eyed Gazing.

Brad Pitt has often said he's envious of Leonardo DiCaprio's career, since DiCaprio ditched his teen heart-throb image and now makes serious-minded popular movies like The Departed and Blood Diamond while Brad Pitt is content to gurn through smug nonsense like Ocean's Thirteen while occasionally making serious-minded Oscar-bait movies like Babel and The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford – movies that hardly anyone wanted to see.

But that seems to be changing a little – recently Brad Pitt has been putting his name to everything from Coen Brothers movies to F. Scott Fitzgerald adaptations to films about Richard Nixon. Whether or not anyone will go and see these films is another matter, but at least we know that nobody is going to see Brad Pitt in the Hollywood remake of State Of Play – because Brad Pitt isn't going to be in State Of Play any more.

Based on the BBC miniseries about journalists investigating a crooked politician – that won three Baftas, a Royal Television Society award, a Banff television festival award, a Broadcasting Press Guild award, a Cologne Conference award, a Directors Guild of Great Britain award, an Edgar Award and a Monte Carlo TV Festival award – the Hollywood remake of State Of Play is to star Edward Norton and Helen Mirren. But not Brad Pitt any more, because he's decided at the last minute that he didn't like the script. State Of Play's studio Universal has put out the following statement:

"Brad Pitt has left the Universal Pictures production of 'State of Play.' We remain committed to this project and to the filmmakers, cast members, crew and others who are also involved in making the movie. We reserve all rights in this matter."

Brad Pitt's walk-out follows a couple of weeks of meetings with director Kevin McDonald over the quality of the script. And since the writers' strike forbids making any last-minute script-changes – like adding more scenes where Brad Pitt showers or rescues puppies from burning trees while everyone watching weeps with undying gratitude – Brad Pitt has left.

So while Universal toys with the idea of suing Brad Pitt for backing out of State Of Play, it's also on the fast-track to look for a replacement. Johnny Depp's name has been mentioned, as has Russell Crowe's, and yet John Simm – the actor who made Brad Pitt's role his own in the original miniseries – scandalously doesn't seem to have been given a second thought.

But perhaps we're being too harsh. Brad Pitt has been around for long enough to know what's good and what's bad, and maybe the script for State Of Play really was beyond repair. After all, you don't get to make flicks like Troy without learning a thing or two about quality, do you?