If I’d been inside Hall H ten minutes ago, I would have never tweeted “Peter Jackson is in the house for Tintin!,” as Indiewire columnist Anne Thompson did a few minutes ago. They’ve lost their aloof and scrutinizing composure down there, the hip bloggers have. Read their tweets aloud and you have to use a falsetto voice. Peter! Peter Jackson! And there’s Steven…Steven Spielberg! Eeeeeeee!