Well, that was quick. Just one day after putting out a post looking for a middle-aged "recent Tea Party candidate and home schooler -- a Sarah Palin type," Glee seems to have found their gal -- Kathy Griffin! This is going to be fun!
The box office is turning into a derby this weekend! Films keep pulling ahead, falling behind, showing legs, fading away -- who knew it could be this exciting? The one constant has been Unknown, which has held the number one spot all weekend and is not letting go. Sadly, it was not such a great weekend to be a formerly in love couple or pair of cross-dressing family members. Your likely soon-to-change weekend receipts are here.
For all you Americans nervously fretting as to what movie you might enjoy this Thanksgiving with no fourth installment of The Santa Clause on the way, fear not. Martin Scorsese, along with a gaggle of human beings far more attractive than yourself including Jude Law, Emily Mortimer, Sacha Baron Cohen and America's most foul mouthed sweetheart Chloe Moretz, are gifting everyone with the 3-D release of Hugo Cabret Nov. 23. The feel-good tale of a Parisian orphan living in the walls of a train station is certain to make you feel better about your situation. And isn't that what everyone needs during the holiday season? [ Deadline ]
The greatest thing about the Academy Awards is seeing just what gimmick they will come up with every year in an attempt to boost ratings. This year of course was the selection of the very young, very talented and very easy on the eyes James Franco and Anne Hathaway to host, but it looks like something has been dropped in the process. Yes, everyone, the Oscars are no longer continuing the two year tradition of five presenters, generally former costars, presenting the "Best Actor" and "Actress" nominees (complete with 20 minute masturbatory speeches). Sigh.
Ah, young love. It seems like one day you think you have meet your soulmate and no sooner do you find yourself connecting on the most intimate of levels then you learn your press obligations for the film you are both starring in are over and you are free to go your separate ways. For this reason we sympathize with young I Am Number Four stars Dianna Agron and Alex Pettyfer.
That greedy old Harvey Weinstein! With The King's Speech dominating the Academy Award nominations and looking like the front runner in most major categories next weekend, one would think the man would be content. Alas, it seems like his strong grasp over the Oscars is no longer enough and he must seize control of every awards show there is. Thus, surefire future Razzie nominee Apollo 18.
The news that CW starlet Blake Lively would be spending her Gossip Girl hiatus filming the independent film Hick, in which she will play a meth addicted single mother, shockingly came as no big surprise. The young actress has shown a somewhat remarkable ability in choosing smart projects while also balancing her required role as a pretty and promiscuous blond on a network television show. While her cast mates are playing bland boyfriends, 3-D victims and sociopathic college co-eds during their off time, Ms. Lively is quietly, and quickly, establishing herself as a movie star -- much like Michelle Williams.
Dianna Agron's chances of being Glee's first cast member to become a movie star hit a small snag Friday as her first major film, I Am Number Four, underperformed at the box office, leading Unknown, the Liam Neeson and January Jones thriller, to the number one spot. Critically panned cross-dressing comedy Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son had to settle for number three, barely beating out Just Go With It. Your Friday box office is here.
· You heard it here: Tyra Banks is hilarious on purpose. In the new promo for America's Next Top Model, Ms. Banks skewers the worst types of contestants in the show's history. The "cookie cutter" remark made me cry through my smize.
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Three. Day. Weekend. Thank you, Messrs. President! And thank you, loyal reader, for your patience and patronage during this most trying of weeks: A computer won on Jeopardy! A pop idol broke his halo. Big Momma 3 was uncorked. The look on Sean Penn's face said it all. The good news? We have a holiday weekend to recover. So let's commence now with Movieline's Week in Review, and be sure to drop by in the days ahead for guest editor Chris Spargo's piercing insight and dashing ways. Enjoy your weekend!
Do you ever have that recurring nightmare where midgets and German circus folk take commands from talking toilets and wear Hitler masks and cast spells to bring Michael Jackson back from the dead in zombie form? If you didn't before, you will now after watching this trailer for the insane-sounding German flick The Return of the Moonwalker. Happy holiday weekend!
We knew this day was coming: The day when Martin Lawrence's latest fat-suited outing, Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son, would cause global hysteria with its daring exploration of transgender issues, father-son dynamics, and the plus-size mystique. But not everyone managed their expectations like Movieline's own Michelle Orange; our critical colleagues (especially those across the pond in the U.K., where Big Mommas opened earlier this week) were not so forgiving. Behold, the nine most scornful take-downs of what just might be the worst-reviewed movie of the year:
"It was one of the most magical times ever," recalls Anthony Kiedis of the 1980s Los Angeles punk scene that gave birth to bands like his Red Hot Chili Peppers amidst a haze of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. But for indie rock icon Bob Forrest, lead singer of the post-punk band Thelonious Monster, the freely available substances that liberated the scene also sent him into a spiraling drug dependency that ruined his career. After years of battling his demons, Forrest became a renowned drug counselor helping others, and his struggle formed the basis of the documentary Bob and the Monster.
Maybe instead of soliciting advice from Judd Apatow, this year's Academy Award co-host (and new Twitter user) James Franco should be asking an actual former Oscar host for advice. Like Chris Rock, who in a new interview admitted that he almost got into a fight because of his stage material. Fortunately, Courtney Love was there to save him.
Back in simpler, snowier times in January at the Sundance Film Festival, The Big Pony Fragrance Collection by Ralph Lauren made its digital debut with a fragrant twist on sound and cinema. The opening-night celebration showcased a short film developed by filmmaker and photographer Bruce Weber, as well as a live performance by OneRepublic, the pop rock band whose hit song "Secrets" serves as the soundtrack to the film.
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