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    Tuesday Morning Box Office: Labor Day Doldrums Edition

    invincible.jpgWow, we really weren't expecting that Sumner Redstone would feed again so quickly, especially before anyone had returned to their desks following the Labor Day holiday, but you have to admit that the guy really knows how to grab the headlines. Shake off the trauma of unexpected corporate upheaval with the weekend box office numbers. —Mark

    1. Invincible—$15.206 million (4-day gross)
    Not since Paul Walker's brief, glorious, sled-dog-assisted box office reign have we been this ambivalent about a first-place finish. But Invincible once again vanquished its rivals in the fading moments of the summer season, helping Mark Wahlberg establish himself as the go-to guy for weekends when nobody really feels like going to the movies, but still somehow find themselves in a multiplex lobby.

    2. Crank—$13 million
    The NY Times spent "A Night Out With" Jason Statham, but the intended reinforcement of the actor's tough-guy image through the firing a large-caliber handgun was undermined when Vote Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite escaped the encounter without a gunshot wound.

    3. The Wicker Man—$11.720 million
    We may all have to consider the distressing possibility that the moviegoing public has fallen out of love with Nicolas Cage.

    4. Little Miss Sunshine—$9.725 million
    Forget Steve Carell; who we really want to see become a member of Hollywood's comedy mafia is Alan Arkin. Thirteen years after his scene-stealing work in So I Married An Axe Murderer, his time has finally come.

    5. The Illusionist—$8.021 million
    SPOILER ALERT: This movie contains a twist so mind-fucking (if you don't see it coming an hour before the final credits) that even M. Night Shyamalan would emerge from the theater feeling like a victim of cranial buggering.


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