We (second from left, spiked hair) made some fun new friends (they were on drugs!) at the Tabernacle in Atlanta, GA the other night. Aaaaah, good times.
Our official Ween review goes something like this: It was a Ween show. It sounded like this. Claude had the flu (rumor). They played "Laura(!)” It was extra brown. Deaner broke a string. Bras were thrown onstage. Sweaty dudes moshed to “Voodoo Lady” and “Stroker Ace.” That is all.
Couple of quick thoughts on last night’s Letterman, 1. Bill Cosby is old, unfunny and, quite possibly, mentally ill. Which is sad. He needs to die so we can start remembering him as a great comic with a ridiculous sweater collection and way too many honorary degrees, and not as a cranky insane asshole. On a lighter note, 2. Congratulations(?) go out to Lombard Street-like ex-Boston Legal knockout Lake Bell, who was either just reeeally nervous or is the new recipient of the prestigious Talk Show Doofus Award, which has been held for more years than we can count by an equally top-healthy Heather Graham. Lake wore an amazing blue ace bandage and fuck-me-stilettos but kinda ruined it by stuttering and flapping about the entire interview. Part of us feels like she’s maybe the funniest person in her circle of friends, but neither Dave nor the audience was getting her particular brand of humor. It was a difficult, much-mute-buttoned segment. BUT we’re going to give her the benefit of the doubt; only because we enjoyed a few of her Variety questionnaire answers… and she’s notafraid. 3. After the :15 second clip she brought of Over Her Dead Body, our immediate reaction was: This has to be the final nail in Eva Longoria’s tiny movie career coffin. No, wait. There’s twomore. 4. Paul Rudd has no filter.
From Sundance:Downloading Nancy, starring Maria Bello and Jason Patric, is the “story of an unhappy housewife (Bello) who instead of committing suicide, meets a man over the internet (Patric) and hires him to kill her. Things become more complicated when the two unexpectedly fall in love.” Finally, a smart and funny romantic comedy for the whole family! Eat your heart out, Katherine Heigl. According to Variety scribe Todd McCarthy, “commercial prospects, at least Stateside, are below zero.” But you want to know more, don’t you? McCarthy continues, “As Nancy requires pain from her hunky executioner, Louis uses her nether-regions as an ashtray and, most imaginatively, blindfolds her and guides her across a room so that her toes and feet will be repeatedly snapped by mousetraps, all to the accompaniment of droning techno music.” Oh, baby! You think that’s hot, er, cringeworthy? Stick around until comedian of comedy Jason Patric does his Regina bit. Hi-larity! Directed by famed music video… director Johan Renck and boasting super-DP Christopher Doyle (Hero, In The Mood For Love), Downloading Nancy is, as Sundance Festival Director Geoff Gilmore recently said, “the most intense film of the festival.”
(Ed. Note: Ever have that dream where Maria Bello kills and eats Julia Roberts?)
Uuugh! Don’t hurt yourself, girl! Muppet-mouthed Hollywood microphone holder Maria Menounos cuts quite the profile at an LA gas station. (Ed. Note: the title of this post “Fill ‘Er Up!” is the best lewd gas pumping innuendo we could come up with on such short notice. Please feel free to improve upon it. We’re pretty sure there’s a “red rocket” squeegee joke to be made in there, somewhere.)
“Diablo Cody’s script almost reflects a new syntax and vocabulary that has come from the internet. If you read the blogs, people talk this way, using common expressions, things we’d hear in TV commercials, and blending them into a dialogue.” ~ Juno dir. Jason Reitman in EW.
FourFour: “Cody’s script, similarly, might float on an eye-rollingly corny lexicon, but it does have a knack for finding comedy by manipulating the obvious (for example, early on, Juno says she’s considering getting an abortion at a clinic called Women Now “‘cause they help out women now”).”
Tilda Swinton is 47?! Holy heck! That’s 9 years older than Cate!!!!! And only one year younger than our favoritest crazy Hollywood person of all time, Sean Young. (Get well, soon!)
My old friend Howard Thompson, the former head of A&R at Elektra, was at the show, and he quietly told me that Britta had “the best visible panty line in rock.” ~ Ex-Luna frontman Dean Wareham in his new book Black Postcards: A Rock & Roll Romance
Born into a $50m fortune B Bunker Spreckels, lived fast and died at 27. Two years before his death, the stepson of Clark Gable and heir to the Spreckels sugar fortune hired photographers and documentarists to film his self-propelled rise into fame and Elvis-level debauchery. In his unpublished last interview with 1970’s skate scene-chronicler C.R. Stecyk III Bunker discusses groupies, surfing on acid, learning the dictionary and meeting Satan. (via guardian)
Watch the wicked sick gnarly trailer for Bunker 77.
A blonder, bangier(?) Bijou Phillips has been making the party rounds at Sundance this past week in support of Choke, Clark Gregg’s adaptation of Chuck Palahniuk’s much-adored sicko coffee-table novel in which she stars with eternal Hollywood bridesmaid Sam Rockwell. Fox Searchlight just picked up the low budge black laugher for a cool $5 million. Yay.
Remember MySpace? Us neither. Anywho, sometime songbird Bijou has posted a new tune, a typically breathy, baby-whispered toss off called “When The Girl Is Lying” on her MySpage. So eat it, Zooey Deschanel. And, please, don’t remind us, Scarlett Johansson.
Plot Summary: Are you young, sexually confused, just trying to get by? (Ed. note: Sure, why not.) Do you sing, dance or possess some other talent? (Ed. note: Mmmmm, other talent.) Welcome to the world of Garden Party. (Ed. note: Thanks for having us!) At the center of the story is 15-year-old April (Willa Holland). She is running from one bad situation into another, hoping to find an answer that doesn’t involve taking off her clothes. (Ed. note: We sooooo know the feeling, girlfriend.) As April navigates Los Angeles, she falls in with a group of confused kids struggling to chase their dreams. The black widow at the center of this web is a sexy, pot-dealing realtor named Sally St. Clair (Vinessa Shaw). Anyone who gets too close falls victim to her kinky entanglements. For some it goes bad, for other worse, but that’s just a day in the life of the Garden Party. (Ed. note: Sounds Wild!)
“Ideas can be contagious in exactly the same way that a virus is. One chapter, for example, deals with the very strange epidemic of teenage suicide in the South Pacific islands of Micronesia. In the 1970’s and 1980’s, Micronesia had teen suicide rates ten times higher than anywhere else in the world. Teenagers were literally being infected with the suicide bug, and one after another they were killing themselves in exactly the same way under exactly the same circumstances. We like to use words like contagiousness and infectiousness just to apply to the medical realm. But I assure you that after you read about what happened in Micronesia you’ll be convinced that behavior can be transmitted from one person to another as easily as the flu or the measles can.” ~ Malcolm Gladwell, author of The Tipping Point
“His role as the Joker was so troubling and demonic to him that he had trouble sleeping at night.” fucking actors.
The actor, 28, was found dead this afternoon in an apartment in Soho.
At 3:31 p.m., a masseuse arrived at Apartment 5A in the building for an appointment with Mr. Ledger, the police said. The masseuse was let in to the home by a housekeeper, who then knocked on the door of Mr. Ledger’s bedroom. When no one answered, the housekeeper and the masseuse opened the bedroom and found Mr. Ledger unconscious. They shook him, but he did not respond. They immediately called the authorities. The police said they did not suspect foul play and said they found pills near body.
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