Only a day after confirming the divorce rumors, Madonna has taken the high road to name-calling and onstage taunting towards soon-to-be-ex husband, Guy Ritchie. And while it's been news even before the divorce that their respective movies' release dates overlapped, leading to speculation of Ritchie's inferiority complex for his already pre-panned RocknRolla.

So will Madonna castrate Guy any further by soundly trouncing him with her box office receipts for Filth and Wisdom?

Meh, probably not:

It’s a trademark Madonna production through and through—heavy-handed, unsubtle, full of leather—but unlike her spectacular arena shows, which drip with a sultry, well-honeyed camp, Filth and Wisdom is unfocused and amateurish. It feels unfinished, closer to a senior film thesis than a box-office-ready theatrical release. In her music, Madonna’s self-obsession is the necessary fuel. It’s all about her: her sex drive, her broken heart, her need to get up and dance. Filmmakers need to exhibit a little less self-indulgence and a little more generosity, which has never been Madge’s thing. It shows.

Now would be a good time to look back on just last Friday's interview with Ritchie, where he announced that in terms of his wife, not all publicity was good publicity. In the case of his current film being associated and inevitably compared to Madonna's, he's probably right.