She lit up the screen as Little Dorrit – now Foy is taking on the role of a tabloid editor.

Before Movember my husband, Nick, never had facial hair – he only ever had a few days' shadow. We had our doubts that he'd be able to pull it off. He couldn't grow it that much – for a long time it didn't look like he had one. It was only in the last few days that it started looking like a moustache. But when it was done I thought it was quite becoming, though I'm not really a fan of facial hair.

A prominent British sketch performer once told me that "Americans can't do sketch comedy." Meanwhile, the British character comic Kevin Eldon once said: "If I see comedy which I consider, in my very judgmental little head, to be lazy or weak it actually offends me." It's these quotes that spring to mind when faced with the lack of charm and quality in this American duo's live show.

The third episode in the Meet the Parents franchise is funnier and less outlandish than the previous one (no battle-bus, no truth serum, not much Dustin and Barbra), but it lacks the universal premise that benefited the first two films.

The first sign that Greta Gerwig may not be your average movie star comes as I'm striding into the lobby of the Four Seasons hotel in Beverly Hills, 45 minutes before our scheduled rendezvous. My mobile telephone rings. Would I mind coming straight up to Greta's suite? She is running rather early, would hate to intrude on more of my Friday afternoon than absolutely necessary, and so wonders if we can crack on. Yes, you heard that right: a Hollywood actress is managing to be vaguely considerate towards another human being AND to not be late.

Meet the Parents had zip and some decent visual gags; Meet the Fockers wasn't as funny, but always watchable; this third slice of in-law bickering is obnoxiously dull.

When couples collaborate on screen the results are usually disastrous, says Ben Walsh. So why do they keep on doing it?

The kingpins of dirty comedy's comeback film aims at a mature audience, but they haven't given up on gross-out gags. Gill Pringle hears how the toilet humour titans keep the laughs coming

Starring: Robert De Niro, Ben Stiller, Dustin Hoffman

Gawd! What a disaster. Time of economic crisis, etc etc and poor old Sarah Beeny is having problems with her stately home. How. Do. Some. People. Cope. Honestly: there's 97 rooms and everything. It's just too tough. OK, OK, enough with the jibes. Let's be serious. This is a woman in suffering – albeit in a peculiarly privileged, property-and-a-half-owning kind of way. "This is costing a fortune," Beeny pleaded. "It could easily take us down." And so, the plan: to renovate the Hall – bought seven years ago but not, apparently, all that lived in – and rent it out to weddings and parties. Just like Property Ladder, except with higher ceilings (not to say stakes.)

The recent swoop by Sony to poach Michelle Raimo-Kouyate from DreamWorks Animation is the talk of Hollywood. Raimo-Kouyate, an executive producer and popular creative suit at DreamWorks, has been drawn in by an offer to be president of production at Sony Pictures Animation, a rival studio cartoon creator.

Citizens of the United States are vociferous about the right to freedom of speech, especially when it comes to entertainment. And especially when it allows said citizens to vent and vent and vent.

Roger Greenberg is prickly, paranoid and petty. It's Ben Stiller's best role since his winning "loser" in There's Something about Mary.

You can spot them a mile off: the odd camera angle, a glimpse of awkwardly positioned arm. Mainly, it's the exaggerated tilt of the chin and the massive pout. No doubt the amateur photographic self-portrait pre-dates the social-networking revolution, but in the era of Facebook, MySpace, dating websites and Twitter, these über-posed images are everywhere.