I saw this abysmal EW cover while we were out in the Midwest -- I read the article, but left the magazine behind in a hotel room because the cover scared me. How, how, how, how, how could the editors look at that and say, "YES. Perfect -- Cedric Diggory, YES! In this photo you are perfection personified and everyone who looks at you will WANT you and your pasty, grodily* hairy chest."
(Their take on Twilight in general is fab, too -- the similarity to Love You Forever hadn't struck me until just now... YICK!)
*I don't think that's actually a word, but let's just roll with it, shall we?