· "Wow, I read these morons on the internet who think they are in the know," Michael Bay wrote this weekend on his Web site. "'We have have problems with our 3D????' Really? Come into my edit room and I will show you beautiful 3D. There has never been a live action show that has pushed the boundaries of 3D like Transformers 3. We shot the entire movie with 3D cameras. I actually loved shooting in 3D. [...] And don't watch this movie in 2D, we made it for 3D." I'm sure DreamWorks and Hasbro loved that last part. Anyway, this happened. [MichaelBay.com]
· The graphically violent/sexual cult nightmare that is A Serbian Film will reportedly arrive in UK theaters only after filmmakers have chopped more than four minutes of material. Even the spoilers for this are enough to turn your stomach; still no release date is yet planned for U.S. [The Guardian via Bloody Disgusting]
· Warner Bros. has officially registered lingerie as one of the many prospective pieces of Quidditch-branded merchandise it wants legally trademarked. Other awesome items include baseball gloves, debit cards, mattress covers and golf towels. [THR]
· Scientists at Johns Hopkins University believe they have found a new means to combat such maladies as post-traumatic stress disorder: Memory erasure, not unlike the treatment applied in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I predict this will be abused all to hell by precisely the victims it purports to protect -- say, combat veterans, or Nicolas Cage fans. Be careful what you wish for. [Time]
· Christian Bale was a fun interview and everything, but for a good old-fashioned magazine profile to get your 2010 Oscar season underway, may I suggest this portrait of Focus Features chairman, industry intellectual and all-around nice guy James Schamus? [NYT]
· Here's a terrible alternate poster for Inception. [CinemaBlend]
· I'm awfully late in coming to Alice Gregory's review of the novel Super Sad True Love Story, but better late than never, seriously: "Like the lost time between leaving a party drunk and materializing somehow at your front door, the internet robs you of a day you can visit recursively or even remember. You really want to know what it is about 20-somethings? It's this: We live longer now. But we also live less. It sounds hyperbolic, it sounds morbid, it sounds dramatic, but in choosing the internet I am choosing not to be a certain sort of alive. Days seem over before they even begin, and I have nothing to show for myself other than the anxious feeling that I now know just enough to engage in conversations I don't care about." Please: Read the rest if you haven't. And maybe take a walk or meet someone for lunch or something. [n+1 via Andrew Sullivan]