Wednesday, January 31, 2007

If I Only Had Da Noive

Nothing against Jennifer Hudson - she's the only reason I will eventually see Dreamgirls on DVD - but I wish EW would change the picture they've got of her on their front page, because the below is all I see, for some insane reason:


Something about the pose, and her hair... anyway, now I can't get that blasted "If I were the King of the Forest..." song out of my head because of it.
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Mid-Week Pick-Us-Up

Today's really dragging here on my end, so here's a lil' sumpthin-sumpthin (by the name of "Shoop" by Salt 'N Pepa) to put a smile on our faces and get us through the Dreaded Wednesday Doldrums:



Watching this video without sound, as I am forced to do here at work, I realized - I don't need sound! I know every single word to this song still, even though I haven't heard it in years, and can sing along in my head by reading their lips to know where they are in the song. God.

"Don't know
how you do
the voodoo
that you do
so well
it's a spell
hell
makes me wanna
shoop shoop shoop..."

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Quote of the Day

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"I have so many [man-crushes]! Like Zach Galifianakis. In fact, my wife always says that I have the biggest crush on him. He’s a comic who usually has this big beard, but he’s so freakin’ funny... I like depth. Anyone can just jump in the sack with Colin Farrell, but you spend your life with Zach Galifianakis."

He also, in that same interview, calls Liza Minnelli "kick-ass," and talks about how Courtney Love gave him Radiohead tickets. I love you, I honestly love you, Paul Rudd.

Previously

Pic of the Day - Paul Rudd in Rolling Stone

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Today's Mood

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Det. William Somerset (Morgan Freeman),
Seven

"I didn't say I was different or better.
I'm not. Hell, I sympathize; I sympathize completely.
Apathy is the solution. I mean, it's easier
to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life.
It's easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it.
It's easier to beat a child than it is to raise it.
Hell, love costs: it takes effort and work. "

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Absence Makes The Writing Grow Better


I really wasn't bothered by the rape-centric nature of the first extended mystery of Veronica Mars' new season like some (cough EW cough) were; I still thought the show was being just as terrific as it'd always been. But something about the past two new episodes... has the show's writing just seemed on fire these two weeks?

I mean, maybe it's just that we were without the show for the long break and I'd forgotten how well-scripted this thing can be, but it's really just had me alternating between rolling on the floor with laughter and wiping away a single lonely teardrop with astonishing regularity since coming back.

Either way - if it has actually gotten better (hard to believe it could be possible) or if it's just me readjusting to the show's genius - good work, Mr. Rob Thomas. Last night's episode introduced two new characters and made me care so deeply about their situation in the span of 40 minutes that it got to the point where I didn't even miss the absence of the majority of our usual supporting lovable characters.

One caveat: I am almost to the point where the tug-of-war between Veronica's prying and Logan's inability to make good decisions is getting a lil' worn out, and I am way ready for her to dump his ass and give the Piz some lovin.

Aww Piz.
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Pics of the Day: Bond in Beijing

Daniel Craig, being his cool self,
at the Forbidden City in Beijing.
He's in China for the premiere of Casino Royale,
the first Bond film to open there ever.


(from JJ)
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Hi New People

Hello to the couple of thousand extra visitors I've gotten in the past 24 hours after being linked to by Out.com.

I know you're here on the promise of pictures of "unbelievably woofy Chris Evans," as that Gossip page so succintly put it, but do feel free to check out what else in going on in My...Pants.

Like, recently there's the unbelievably woofy Christian Bale, or not-so-recently there was the unbelievably woofy Gerard Butler, too. And there's always some unbelievably woofy Jake Gyllenhaal to go around.

I also, in between posting unbelievably woofy pictures, write stuff. Sometimes.
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Not Best Picture

Oh this a site after my own heart - NotBestPicture.com, which is "a website dedicated to the abolishment of bad best picture winners."

Specifically, it's a boatload of bile aimed squarely at Best Picture nominee Babel (funny enough, a film that's already a boatload of bile itself).

Fun bile, this website is, though.

You can read my own vitriol for the film here. Or my summation of it in 150 words or less here.

I am worried this thing is being deemed the "Important" picture of the year and that might push it into winning. I'd rather any of the other four films won over this hateful self-indulgent mess. But then, a hateful self-indulgent mess won last year too. Sigh.
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Green's Snow Angels

I'm a fan of filmmaker David Gordon Green's last two films - All the Real Girls and Undertow - I wouldn't say they changed my life, but he's got a nice honest knack for low-key storytelling in a way we don't see nearly enough of these days.

And he gets really terrific work out of his actors - if he can give Patricia Clarkson the chance to deliver a heart-wrenchingly dramatic scene while completely decked out in full clown regalia, then he's one to watch.

Anyway, there's a highly positive review from Sundance of his new pic, Snow Angels, over at AICN. Says Quint:

"Depressing, hopeful, cynical, happy, sad, tragic and everything in between. SNOW ANGELS is complex and incredibly emotional, filled to the brim with outstanding career-best performances by all involved."

It appears to star Sam Rockwell and (cringe) Kate Beckinsale, who really doesn't have much competition in giving a career-best performance, since she's been lousy every time I've seen her try to act.

But also in the film - Amy Sedaris. Nuff said.
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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Veronica Mars Tonight

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It's a new episode of Veronica Mars
at 9pm on The CW tonight.

Watch it.

You don't wanna kill this kitten,
right?
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Farley Speaks

It's really turned into Hitchcock Day here in The Pants for some reason, hasn't it? Well, every day is Hitchcock Day, really, we're just living in his world now.

Anyway, here's a nice little interview with actor Farley Granger where he discusses, among other things, being in the Hitch-classics Rope and Strangers on a Train.

Granger's autobiography, Include Me Out: My Life from Goldwyn to Broadway, comes out on March 6th. Look at this laundry list of partners he talks about in the book:

"He is eloquent about his bisexuality and tells of affairs with Patricia Neal, Arthur Laurents, Shelley Winters, Leonard Bernstein and Ava Gardner and his involvement with Barbara Stanwyck, Joan Crawford, and Tyrone Power."

Damn. Guess the last one alive gets to dish all the dirt.
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Today's Mood


Melanie Daniels (Tippi Hedren),
The Birds

"I thought you knew!
I want to go through life jumping
into fountains naked.
Good night!"

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Hitch the Whore

It's an old story, that Alfred Hitchcock refused to ever meet Steven Spielberg, but now we've finally got a reason why! Bruce Dern, who acted in Hitchcock's films Marnie and Family Plot, as well as a couple episodes of Hitchock's show, has the answer. From the New York Post:

"In his memoir, "Things I've Said, But Probably Shouldn't Have," due in May from Wiley, actor Bruce Dern writes that he tried and tried to convince the director of Psycho and The Birds to say hello to Spielberg, who had just triumphed with Jaws. "I said, 'You're his idol. He just to sit at your feet for five minutes and chat with you...

He said, 'Isn't that the boy who made the fish movie? . . . I could never sit down and talk to him... because I look at him and feel like such a whore,' " Dern relates.

Completely puzzled, Dern, who appeared in two Hitchcock flicks, finally pinned the director down: "I said, 'Why do you feel Spielberg makes you a whore?' Hitch said, 'Because I'm the voice of the Jaws ride [at Universal Studios]. They paid me a million dollars. And I took it and I did it. I'm such a whore. I can't sit down and talk to the boy who did the fish movie . . . I couldn't even touch his hand."

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I Am Link

--- From The Horror Blog (via Fangoria) I find this bit of info about one of my most anticipated flicks of 2007, The Mist:

"When the film version was finally announced with The Shawshank Redemption director Frank Darabont attached, most fans of the novella were relieved, and it looked like the whole thing would go off without a hitch. Until now. According to The Mist star Thomas Jane in a talk with Fangoria:

“If you’ve read the novella, you understand the potential of the film, and Darabont has surpassed that. The script is missing the last 10 pages because he won’t divulge them to anybody—he’s changing the ending."

Hrm. Questionable, questionable. I'll give the fella the benefit of the doubt, though. Best not betray my generosity, Mr. Darabont!

Also, I've really become convinced that they should've shot this thing in black and white. Imagine! The coolness. The story always had that 50's Drive-In movie feel to it; it really would've set this thing apart, seeing the modern-day effects in an old-timey feeling film. Oh well.

--- Also testing my faith is Neil Marshall, who directed the best horror movie of 2006, The Descent, with his new project, called Doomsday, which is described at Cinematical thusly:

"The post-apocalyptic pic, also being written by Marshall, concerns a lethal virus that has spread throughout a major country and wiped out most of the populace. To contain the virus, authorities enforce a brutal quarantine by walling-off the infected parts of the country.

This puts an end to the threat, until it resurfaces years later in another major city, forcing an elite team of specialists, led by Eden Sinclair (played by Mitra), to enter the quarantine area on a desperate mission to find a cure. Hoskins will play cop Bill Nelson, who nominates Mitra's character for the perilous mission and monitors her progress while giving, one would assume, nuggets of wisdom and aide along the way."

Um, again I will give some benefit of the doubt, but I nearly fell asleep during that description. Post-apocalyptic blah blah quarantine blah blah virus blah blah cure blah blah blah. Shouldn't the virus-ravaged people have some sort of not-zombie rage issues? Sigh. Fingers crossed; the man took what could've been a silly girls-in-a-cave story and made one of the most tense movies in years, so I know he's got the talent.

--- Oh I promised myself I wouldn't talk about the Daniel Radcliffe Equus thing any more, but more pictures have appeared and I really have to take a shower or go to therapy or something now.

--- Nat at Film Experience tells us who we're probably gonna be sick to death of by the end of the year. I try my hardest at every opportunity to ignore that he exists, but this year's really gonna test my Travolta-dodging abilities to their fullest, eh? Shudder.
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Happy Birthday, Christian Bale!


It's Christian Bale's 33rd birthday. Doesn't it seem like he ought to be older? Like, he's been around forever. I guess being a child star does that (I also get freaked out by Drew Barrymore's age).

Anyway, a celebration of Baleness is in order. I think you know what that means. Gratuitous picture time! (And I went a little overboard, but... it's so hard to choose from such riches, ya know?)

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Monday, January 29, 2007

The Departed: A One-Man Re-Enactment in 150 Words or Less

I'm a cop no you're a cop no I'm a bad guy no you're a bad guy no he's a good guy no he's a bad guy no I'm a good cop no you're a bad cop no I'm a cop guy no I'm a guy cop no I'm a guy guy no I'm a cop cop bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang ha ha I lived bang no you didn't rat.

THE END
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Little Miss Sunshine: A One-Man Re-Enactment in 150 Words or Less

I could've been sandwiched between reruns of The King of Queens and Everybody Loves Raymond but we got really terrific actors to fill in our sitcommy plot, but imagine this: Ray Romano as a Passive-Aggressive Daddy and Jerry Stiller as the Perverted Grandpa and Kevin James as a Suicidal Gay and Courtney Thorne-Smith as a Frazzled Mommy and Erik von Detten as an Angry Teen and Ashley Olsen circa 1995 in a fat-suit as a Deluded Would-Be Little Girl Pageant Queen, but then stick it all a blender and dollop liberally with actual talent which none of these people possess and then make everybody dance so you feel good.

THE END
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The Queen: A One-Man Re-Enactment in 150 Words or Less

Hello I am Helen Mirren but instead of flashing my tits I'm wearing tweed and hairpins so you know I am The Queen and I sit and think and chat icily with that twerp Tony Blair who waffles with his anarchist wife but then some newsreel footage interrupts us and Diana's dead and they want Elton John at the funeral and there are piles of flowers and mean little girls who aren't really mean after all and We Royals run off to the country and I hike in a field of Corgis and then this dead deer teaches me a really important lesson so we go home.

THE END
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Babel: A One-Man Re-Enactment in 150 Words or Less

Ooh I got a gun let's go shoot a tourist in the face I don't like to wear panties under my schoolgirl uniform NO I CAN'T HEAR YOU but i take some drugs and get dissed by creepy boys now i go to a party across the border bring the whiny white brats with I'LL WEAR THE RED DRESS we dance and rip the heads off chickens and outrun the police and get abandoned in the desert but those nasty British tourists are gonna steal the bus from my dying peeing wife and my eye wrinkles are acting circles around me but I cry on the telephone cuz that bitch housekeeper left my kids under a branch so I take all my clothes off for the police officer but he isn't interested NO I CAN'T HEAR YOU but my daddy does love me.

THE END
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Harry & the Horse

I feel obliged to post this - even while I feel creepy doing so - because I posted about it before - here and here - and I'm nothing if I don't follow things through to the bitter end (and I do hope this is the end and no pictures any more ahem graphic than this appear), but here are a couple pics of Daniel Radcliffe aka Harry Potter in the play Equus, otherwise known as "The One Where Harry Gets Naked and Does Things to a Horse".


(from BWE)

I wash my hands of this topic now!
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Today's Mood

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William "D-FENS" Foster (Michael Douglas),
Falling Down

"I'm the bad guy?"

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Do I Gotta?

So now that I've finally caught up with the rest of the movie-appreciating public and seen the first two Godfather films (speaking of - I don't get the talk about Part II being the definitive case-in-point where a sequel can surpass the original film; I liked Part I more), I just wanna know: is it imperative that I watch Part III?

I'm a completist so I kinda feel like I have to, but I'm worried that it will taint not only my appreciation of the first two films, but also my adoration of the films Sofia Coppola has directed.

Thoughts?
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Happy Birthday, Thomas Jane

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Mr. Jane turns 38 today.
I know I've posted this picture a billion times now,
but I just never will grow tired of it.
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Friday, January 26, 2007

Today's Mood

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Lena Leonard (Emily Watson),
Punch-Drunk Love

"Oh... I'm sorry...
was that like a secret pudding?"

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Coraline Poster

Hadn't seen this yet - it's the early poster for the Henry Selick (The Nightmare Before Chistmas) stop-motion animated Coraline, based on Neil Gaiman's wonderful book.


(from IMDb)
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Dedication


Wow, talk about a movie made equally for both me and the boyfriend: Dedication is directed by my-crush Justin Theroux and stars boyfriend's-crush Billy Crudup. Also, it sounds friggin' awesome. It's playing Sundance; here's part of a review from AICN:

"So, picture Billy Bob Thornton's BAD SANTA character in his youth. Cynical, mean... and just a horrible person, but somehow still likable. Billy Crudup plays Henry, who has a huge chip on his shoulder, hardly any friends, but a lot of talent as a children's book author. A foul-mouthed children's book author that bases his characters on pornos, including his most popular character, Marty the Beaver...

Crudup is great in this. In fact, everybody is great in this, but the film rests on Crudup's shoulders. If [he] wasn't likable and just a mean asshole, then the film would have been intolerable. But you see his heart and the romance that happens feels not only real, but needed. You like watching Crudup tell little girls who worship his character that Beaver means vagina and Santa Claus doesn't exist. It's very funny and wrong, but you also don't miss that side of him when he comes to discover his humanity again."


It also stars the wonderful Tom Wilkinson, Mandy Moore, Martin Freeman (TIM!!!), AMY SEDARIS, and Dianne Weist. Supposedly the Weinsteins snatched it up. Sounds fantastic.

And marry me, Justin. Seriously.
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The Toddlerpedes Are Coming To Get You

I wish I could say thanks to my friend Sean for providing the link to artist Jon Beinart's website, but I think the nightmares I'll be having for the rest of my life will be thanks enough. Here's a couple of Beinart's creations:


Sweet unholy mother of Beezlebub. There are more where that came from; check it out if you're so inclined.
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The Horror Roundtable

This week's Horror Roundtable is up at The Horror Blog, go on and check it out, I promise it won't bite. The question:

"Name a horror movie that has yet to receive an official DVD release in North America which you think is deserving of one."

I took the ol' soapbox outta the closet and declared my unhappiness once again about the unavailability of Paperhouse here in the US (see here and here for previous Paperhouse rants), but one of the most popular answers is a flick I shamefully must admit to having never seen. Do I have to return my horror-geek badge now? Luckily there's word that it is getting a release this year, so I can right this abhorrent wrong soon.

Also, The Legend of Billie Jean is name-checked. How can you go wrong with that?
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