Beyonce can do no wrong in my book. She is a star. She’s the real deal. For further evidence of her awesomeness, I ask you to watch her performance at last night’s Grammys. But I also think she’s actually a decent actress. Personally, I thought she was sorely underrated in Dreamgirls, giving a much quieter performance amidst flashy turns by Eddie Murphy and Jennifer Hudson. And I thought she was kinda perfect for Obsessed and hardly deserving of the Worst Actress Razzie nomination bestowed upon her today (For the record, Ali Larter also should NOT have been nominated for Worst Supporting Actress. She was a campy delight.). The movie is a total guilty pleasure and, on that level, it works. Plus, you HAVE to give Beyonce credit for delivering a line like “You think you’re crazy? I’ll show you crazy!” with a straight face. Also, the epic catfight between her and Larter at the end redeems any bad moments in the movie, as far as I’m concerned. I mean Beyonce head butts Larter! Come on! Who doesn’t love that?
Do you agree, PopWatchers? Did you think Beyonce was good in Obsessed?
“I am very unpredictable,” Beyonce said on last night’s concert special about her, and, uh, that is just not true. She is a lot of things — talented, beloved, a non-stop hit-maker — but she’s also one of our most reliable celebrities. We count on her to be beautiful, to make top-40 jams we’ll shout along to in the car, to be essentially scandal-free. “Beyonce: I Am…Yours” was one giant (fun!) infomercial for her brand of lovely diligence, but its title, like its star’s declarations about herself, wasn’t quite accurate: Are there performers less “ours” than Beyonce? I can’t think of one. 
I’m not sure when or if the “Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)” train will finally come to its inevitable, metallic, screeching halt, but either way, I raise a robotic-gloved hand in a “halt” gesture as means of saying “not yet.” Indeed, in the last month alone, Beyoncé’s irrepressible hit has spiced up Glee, Cougar Town, Sherri, The New Adventures of Old Christine, the 2009 MTV VMAs, and (as it has for the last year) my humble iPod Classic. Now, those of 
