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Honoring 9/11 TheJay.com Way: By Making Fun Of Celebrities!

Britney Spears is FOR America, ya'll!Better words will come from better writers today, and as such, I will not attempt to editorialize on the impact of 9/11 nor its unending societal reach six years later. I am not a newsman or a pundit, I’m not a D.C. blogger nor a member of a political party. I lost no one in 9/11 and I know very few people that were even remotely affected by the tragedy.

The biggest connection I have to the event is that 9/11 just so happens to be both my father’s and my best friend’s birthday. I don’t go out of my way to have a conversation about politics or world events, and I readily avoid discourse on President Bush. In short, I am exceedingly apathetic both towards the state of the nation, and my need to enact change in the world. I just don’t care all that much about politics.

But in an effort to honor the enormity of the day, I will write what it is I am good at writing about. And that would be sarcastically making fun of celebrities! We’re kicking it obvious style today by doing a star roll call and taking a big old clichéd swipe at each one of them. No subtext, no cleverness, no subtle creative genius, just blatant stereotypical jabs at the public personas of all the celebs who grace those wonderfully patriotic tabloid rags.

I can’t think of a better way for me to memorialize this sad day in American History than by calling Britney Spears a paunchy trainwreck with zero vocal talent (Gimme More!). Let’s start the blatant “honoring”…

Ben Affleck – Was the bomb in Phantoms, yo!

Jack Black – He’s so zany! Can you believe how zany he was in King Kong? I couldn’t get over all the zaniness! This is a tribute.

Orlando Bloom – Bland as an episode of Seventh Heaven. And with the same acting range, too! Moted, Will Turner! Moted.

Nicolas Cage – Hit or miss. Also, totally cooky! Love his choice of women (Michael Jackson’s ex, Alabama Worley, that Asian chick who waited on him at Sushi Roku).

George Clooney – Likes to bang hot chicks. Oooh! Consider yourself pwned, Danny Ocean!

Dane Cook – IS. NOT. FUNNY. For reals, yo!

Russell Crowe – Uh oh! Russell’s on the rag again, watch out for flying Black Berry’s. Zing!

Tom Cruise – Short. (Other jabs redacted for fear of litigation.)

John Cusack – Ah man, so edgy and cool! He’s like the personification of indie cred. Also he totally ruled in Con Air.

Matt Damon – MATT DAMON!

Colin Farrell – Kind of a manwho-er.

Richard Gere – It’s a myth, people! Suck it hard, urban legends! (But yeah, it totally happened! I know a guy who has a sister who dated this dude who used to buy weed from this drug dealer who knows a lab tech that sleeps with the nurse who blows the doctor who actually performed the surgery. You can’t buy that kind of intel!)

Mel Gibson – Jews are bad! Rawr!

Ryan Gosling – He’s intense. Grrr!

Paris Hilton – Talentless! Herpesfull!

Samuel L. Jackson – Why does he always say “motherfucker” in his shitty studio movies? That muthafucka crazy!

Scarlet Johansson – If you’re gay, you’re allowed to grab her boobs. Start tossing some salad, gentlemen!

Angelina Jolie – She used to be all gothy weird, but hot. Now she’s all momerific and philanthropic, but hot. Upgrade!

Tommy Lee Jones – Craggly!

Nicole Kidman – Was much cooler when she had the wall of red hair. Bring back the red wall, Ice Queen!

Diane Lane – She’s hot…wait for the qualifier…wait for it… for an older chick. Ka-BOOM!

J. Lo – Her butt is really big! Have you noticed that? Taco flavor kisses for her Ben!

Lindsay Lohan – Does a lot of drugs, rocks the ginger pubes. In your face, Parent Trap!

Alyssa Milano – Has hairy forearms!

The Olsen Twins – Food is overrated! Space alien faces are underrated!

Keanu Reeves – He’s dumb, but makes great movies. Whoa!

Winona Ryder – She steals stuff! Sacre bleu, Heathers!

Charlie Sheen – Yay for hookers and blow!

Will Smith – Has big ears. Aw, hell no!

Ben Stiller – Looks like an ape! Is quite neurotic in a diminishing comedic returns kind of way. Do it! No no, DO IT!

Hilary Swank – Big teeth. Might be a dude. Encourages Paul Haggis. Ditched her beard when she won her second Oscar. Used to be Steve Sanders’ plaything. Excellent credentials… for me to poop on! (that joke courtesy of Late Night with Conan O’Brien. Thanks for the solid, NBC!)

Donald Trump – His hair is weird! You’re fired! Who-damn that’s topical!!!!1!!

Vince Vaughn – HahahahaROTFLMAO! He’s so funny with all the fast talking and the jerkiness! I ignore his expanding belly, receding hairline and Gucci luggage-sized bags under his eyes to appreciate his ribald humor and his nailing of Jennifer Aniston on screen. What a pretty slash funny couple they make. Golly jee!

Reese Witherspoon – Perky and not at all a total bitch. Snapadoo, Elle Woods!

Renee Zellweger – Her face is so scrunchy! Why is her face so scrunchy? Someone tell her to layoff those Lemon Bitch shots. Hiyo! What what?

God Bless Celebrities. And God Bless America!

(Seriously on that second one.)

Bangarang!

The Most Important Pop Culture Dates of the Fall

Kristen Bell = AwesomeI’m not much of a thinker a-header (NOTE: totally grammatically correct). I like to, as Garth Algar advises, “live in the now, man”. I prefer to focus on what’s directly in front of me and mentally note things in the future that may rock. But as we sit today in the doldrums of Summer, I can’t help but gaze down the road at what’s to come.

We’ve been in a O’ Brother Where Art Thou-style pop culture geographical oddity as of late, two weeks from everywhere. The last best movies of the summer just came out (Superbad, Bourne Ultimatum). Men across the nation are still hitting refresh on ESPN.com every few minutes, desperate to make sure none of their prospective Fantasy players goes down in a Preseason two-a-day (and Week 1, though now less than two weeks away, feels like for fucking ever). Harry Potter fever has boiled over. High School Musical 2 came and went with me still not knowing the the eff tween actor Zac Efron is and why he is rubbing his nipples on the cover of Rolling Stone Magazine (P.S. Way to be punk rock, RS!). And the Fall TV Season doesn’t get going until mid-September.

As Al Pacino in Heat once said, what do we got? WHAT DO WE GOT?

So I was pondering the bleak, barren landscape of non-awesomeness that lay before us, and silently meditating on the misery we are facing, until I opened up the Internets and was given the best news I’ve heard in the longest. Variety reports that Kristen Bell as signed on for a multi-episode arc on Heroes, starting in early October. This was my restrained reaction to that news: “Hurrrah! YEAAH!!!!1! Wha, shy, he, za, YEQAJKNBFSFUSA$###! Jackpot.” And to think, just last week I was musing on what great projects Kristen would move to after Veronica Mars, and how those projects are the reason I was OK with VM getting canceled. My prognostication is for reals. Believe that!

Kristen Bell = Wicked TightI now care only about the fall season. I’m gonna consider the next few weeks a complete wash. Hell, I’m gonna consider most anything a wash unless it concerns Veronica Mars sharing screen time with HRG and Peter Petrelli. The levels of casting kickassitude contained in this development rival just about anything short of full cast sequels to A Few Good Men, Airborne, Rad, The Monster Squad and True Romance or that long rumored Arnold, Bruce and Sly action movie. I love me some summer, but g-damn, bring me that fall! This pop culture geek just got himself a new countdown!

But lest you think I think the fall will rock only because we get to seeKristen Bell and Hayden Panetierre look at each other onscreen (and subsequently exploding the crotch-regions of adolescents everywhere), let me put you at ease. The final four months of 2007 are jam-packed with righteous happenings. The following list doesn’t include everything that rules, but is merely the days I’m looking forward to.

TRULY IMPORTANT POP CULTURE DATES OF THE FALL

Playoffs here we come! ...maybe.Sunday, Sept. 9th – Opening Day of the 2007-2008 NFL Season. A day for much rejoicing, beer drinking, Fantasy Football pool killing, debt collecting, buffalo wing consuming, testosterone flaring, wives and girlfriends despairing, Sportscenter watching, YouTube clip embedding, sports blogging, TiVo commercial double-blooping, porn ignoring, fav team cheering, buddy high-fiving and general wonderment. I can’t wait to eat myself retarded while cheering on my Miami Dolphins as they bring the teal all over the Washington Redskins. Ronnie Brown is gonna be a golden god this year. Trust The Jay.

Thursday, Sept. 13th – TheJay.com Turns 2! There will me much more on this in the week leading up to our birthday, including announcements on my T-Shirt Company, some podcast news and the introduction of an important new running column. Stay tuned…

Sunday, Sept. 16th – Ryan Seacrest flat-irons, I mean “hosts”, the 59th Annual Emmy Awards, the first not really important awards show of the fall. I can’t wait to see The Sopranos and Everybody Loves Raymond win again (what, Raymond isn’t on anymore? Whatever, they’ll find a way to give that shit Best Comedy Series, anyway). Wake me when they start giving awards to deserving TV work, like 30 Rock, Damages, BSG, How I Met Your Mother and Weeds.

This album will get worn out by me, VHS-style!Tuesday, Sept. 18th – KT Tunstall releases her second studio album “Drastic Fantastic”. She’s my favorite singer in the world right now, rocks live, has kick style, speaks in an adorable accent, has actual real musical talent, is sweetly down-to-earth and she pretty much destroyed any chance of Jewel ever having relevance again. For all those reasons and more, I love this woman. Also, the new single is steak sauce! I push my tread up a full mph every time my Nano rings the “Hold On” number.

Saturday, Sept. 22nd – Yom Kippur. Day of forgiveness, baby, show some respect!

Wednesday, Sept. 26th – The premieres of Bionic Woman and Private Practice; adding two more shows to my most crowded night of TV watching. The TiVmote is gonna have to work overtime blooping through Bionic Woman, Private Practice, Pushing Daises, Kid Nation, Back To You, Life, Gossip Girl, Dirty Sexy Money and come February, Lost.

Tuesday, Oct. 2nd – The Jungle Book, my favorite animated movie of all-time and easily the best Disney movie of all-time comes out on in a scrumtrillescent new 2-disc Platinum Edition DVD. Words cannot describe how uberhellastoked I am to finally own this movie on DVD (in its been on moratorium for the longest). I have so much Jungle Book paraphernalia that I could practically open my own merch store. Look for me at the El Capitan on Sunday, September 9th for the big screen stage show, I’ll be the shameless geek bear hugging the Baloo mascot (pun intended) and singing along off-key to all the words to Bare Necessities. Hey Mowgli, how about you knock that busy little bee-ya off my nose…

I may call in sick and just watch this movie over and over again for 24 straight hours.  It'd be worth it.Monday, Oct. 8th – The most likely date for the first appearance of Kristen Bell on Heroes.

Tuesday, Oct. 9th – Eleventy Billion NSFW Kristen Bell / Hayden Panetierre fan-fiction stories are released on the net.

Friday, Oct. 19th – Gone Baby Gone, Ben Affleck’s directorial debut, arrives in theaters. My favorite ‘Fleck gets to prove once and for all that he’s a big talent. And I think he’s gonna prove it in spades. His cast is flawless (Ed Harris, Morgan Freeman, hottie Michelle Monaghan, Casey Affleck, Amy Madigan), his source material is first rate (author Dennis Lehane also wrote Mystic River, which gives me the chance to scream out “IS DAT MY DADER IN DERE!” every time someone mentions that fact) and the trailer is cool, confident and stylish. Matt Damon (Matt Damon!) may be the bigger star and the better actor, but I’m still not convinced that when everything is said and done, Ben Affleck won’t have the better career. And if you don’t believe me than be sure to catch my must-read post “Ben Affleck Does NOT Suck, And I Can Prove It”, coming in early October.

Tuesday, Nov. 6th – Quentin Tarantino FINALLY realizes the long awaited Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair, where we get to watch the entire saga cut together as one movie. I got to watch the flicks back-to-back at the Arclight on Volume 2’s opening night in 2005 and it was a very rewarding experience. I bet taking out the intermission and resorting the order of scenes is gonna completely change how we look at the story of The Bride. My guess is that change will be for the better.

Friday, Nov. 9th – By my count, the most interesting movie going weekend of the fall season. Releasing on this date is the Robert Redford directed, Tom Cruise and Meryl Streep starring political thriller Lions For Lambs, where we get to finally see the full extent of the damage The Cruiser has inflicted upon his career (not to mention the fate of the United Artist movie studio hangs in the balance). Also on this date is Fred Claus, the big budget holiday film that will be the marker for whether or not Vince Vaughn can be a charmingly obnoxious asshole for two hours without Owen Wilson or Jennifer Aniston and still be successful (and look at the rest of the cast: Paul Giamatti, Kevin Spacey, Kathy Bates, Miranda Richardson, Rachel Weisz, Elizabeth Banks and Frank Stallone. That’s a lot of talent. Except for the last one). And on the limited release side we have a new Coen Brothers movie and Southland Tales, the extremely long awaited sophomore flick from Richard Kelly, director of Donnie Darko. That film intrigues the hell out of me, not least because it stars Sarah Michelle Gellar as a porn star, The Rock as her love interest, it’s set in the Valley, centers around an apocalypse on the fourth of July, co-stars Mandy Moore, Seann William Scott, Kevin Smith, Janeane Garofalo and Justin Timberlake, was lambasted at Cannes, shelved for a year because no one wanted to distribute it, is reported to be a complete narrative mess, and oh yeah, it’s a musical.

Tuesday, Dec. 25th – Charlie Wilson’s War, my most anticipated film of the fall, is released in theaters. Written by Aaron Sorkin, directed by Mike Nichols and starring Tom Hanks, Julia Roberts, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, and hotties Amy Adams, Emily Blunt and Rachel Nichols. You couldn’t put together a more attractive package to me. If I was told I’d get Herpes if I watched this movie, I’d call my HMO and pre-book some Valtrex. I think this is also Jesus’s birthday or something. That might be good for some cool goings-on, I don’t know. No lines at the bagel shop, maybe? I’ll keep an eye on this day for more cool happenings.

Green, for lack of a better word, is good.Sunday, Dec. 30th – Lakers vs. Celtics at the Staples Center. I am dying to see the new big three in green take on Kobe and whatever bunch of idiots they picked up off the street to pass the ball to Kobe. Jesus Shuttlesworth, insane-person Kevn Garnett, Monica Seles-wannabe Paul Pierce and old man Reggie Miller duking it out with acquitted Hershey Highway driver and ballhog extraordinaire Kobe Bryant, all while Jack Nicholson looks on form the front row and leers at the Laker Girls? It’s gonna be the biggest LA sports event of the fall, and I’ll be in the cheap seats taking it all in.

What cool pop culture days of the fall are you looking forward to?

Bangarang!

Dirty Dancing 3: Scientology Nights

There are so many things wrong with this picture. “Nobody puts Xenu in the corner!”

Bangarang!

If Celebrities Were Transformers

Transformers PosterIn many ways celebrities are exactly like Transformers. They may walk through the day in their “civilian” form, but when the time comes they transform into all manner of characters (doctors, lawyers, cowboys, the pervert from Happiness played by Phillip Seymour Hoffman; which should not be confused with the pervert he played in Boogie Nights. Or Capote.). Their livelihood is predicated on the audience believing their transformation. And their ability to do so convincingly is what makes us love them. This is why the success of Michael Bay’s Transformers is not at all surprising. Audiences want to see transformation, whether in celebrity or robot form (it also helps that in robot form they blow a bunch of shit up and fight each other. Also, long lingering shots of Megan Fox’s abs doesn’t hurt.). We want to watch an epic spectacle of people overcoming obstacles, growing up in the face of adversity, finding love, becoming better people, and long lingering shots of Megan Fox’s abs. Transformers has all of those things, plus occasionally big fucking robots fight each other.

Watching the flick got me thinking about what I’d want to transform into. I doubt I’d pick a vehicle, just because I’m not that big a fan of cars, I have no interest to be around other cars (especially on a LA freeway), and I’m not exactly practical should the need arise to transform into my robot self and I got a car full of people (unless I wanted to crush the hell out of them, but then I’d have blood all over my paint job and that’s not cool. You cannot get blood off of leather, I’ve tried.). I’d rather be something cool like the Decepticon who transforms into the CD player. I’m completely invisible in a room, I don’t call attention to myself, I can choose not to play country music and when I want to do some nefarious shit, no one suspects the dinky Sony with the broken six-disc changer to transform into this bad ass little robot that can hack the planet Zero Cool-style. Or maybe I’d just transform into Dakota Fanning, so not only would I be a well-respected young actor with limitless potential, but I’d also be an infamous, exceedingly lethal Master Assassin. Also I’d be blonde, and that looks like fun.

Megan Fox = HotWhenever I pull a J.D. from Scrubs and start daydreaming absurdist pop culture scenarios (like really, where would I hide all my body hair if I transformed into Dakota Fanning? Precocious child stars do not look like tiny manscaped clones of Robin Williams.), I like to extend my imagination into the realm of celebrity. As soon as I started picturing myself becoming the tiny star of Uptown Girls, I was flooded with thoughts about what celebrities might transform into, besides the characters they play on-screen.

Here’s what I came up with (categorized in proper Tranformers good vs. evil groups):

The Celebrity Autobots

- Owen Wilson transforms into a majestic Butterscotch Stallion.
- Matthew McConaughey transforms into a pair of smelly, well-worn board shorts.
- John Travolta transforms into a sexually ambiguous 747 with unreasonably thick hair and no ability to recognize quality screenplays.
- Paul Walker transforms into a less talented Keanu Reeves.
- Keanu Reeves transforms into Dr. Lancelot Ware, founder of Mensa.
- Nicole Kidman transforms into a smooth, contoured block of ice (but can still perform as a kick ass Moulin Rouge hooker, should the need arise).
- Jack Black transforms into the McDonald’s Grimace (and as we know, nothing can kill the Grimace).
- George Clooney transforms into a bulk-size tin of Dapper Dan Pomade (he doesn’t want Fop, he wants Dapper Dan. He’s a Dapper Dan man!).
- Demi Moore doesn’t transform as she’s always in her altered form, that of the Mighty Cougar.
- Julia Roberts transforms into a king-size box of Peppermint Chiclets.
- Sam Jackson transforms into an F-Bomb.

Pam and Lindsay are Decepticons!The Celebrity Decepticons

- Tom Cruise transforms into an anti-depressant (irony!).
- Lindsay Lohan transforms into a bottomless glass Red Bull & Vodka.
- Paris Hilton transforms right back into Paris Hilton (why would a Decepticon of her power and magnitude have a need to transform into anything else?).
- George Lucas transforms into an Avid Bay capable of malevolently manipulating your favorite movie scenes of all-time.
- Mel Gibson transforms into a giant, luscious pair of sugartits (that just so happen to hate Jews).
- Orlando Bloom transforms into a bowl of bland brown rice.
- Pamela Anderson transforms into a hyper-virulent strain of Herpes Simplex B.
- Sharon Stone transforms into Sharon Stone circa 1989.
- Steven Seagal transforms into a beached whale. Wait, strike that, he just looks like he transformed into a beached whale. My mistake.
- Dane Cook transforms into a bad joke.

Bangarang!

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Things Overheard on the Oscars Red Carpet, 2007

I really need to be hired as an official Oscar prognosticator by some reputable news source. I went eight for eight in the big races, and also nailed Best Documentary, Editing, Animated Feature, Cinematography, and Makeup. I’m especially proud of picking the Alan Arkin upset. My only real lapses were Foreign Film (I was banking on a Pan’s Labryinth sweep of the minor categories), and underestimating the tremendous Dreamgirls backlash. Somebody powerful really hates Bill Condon (but likes Jennifer Hudson).

Check any of the other eight million entertainment websites for a detailed recap of everything Oscar, because you’re not getting one here. I wasn’t overly impressed by the show, as I suspected I wouldn’t be, and don’t really want to spend any more time dissecting just how unnecessary the Michael Mann America montage was, or just how lame and unfunny the “Ellen giving Martin Scorsese” a script bit was. Instead, I’m giving you what I always give you. A look at what was on the minds of the celebrities as the walked the red carpet for the biggest night in Hollywood. It’s a little something I like to call…

Things Overheard on the Oscars Red Carpet…

Nicole Kidman: I should never have made out with Charlize Theron’s dress last year. I knew I was gonna catch something.

Jessica Biel: I can’t wait for the day when I’m nominated for Best Actor, um, I mean Best Actress. Dammit! Why do I keep doing that? I really need to lay off the bench press.

George Lucas: Wait, did I ever have a chin? I don’t think so. Maybe I can digitally insert one in post?

Beyonce: I knew I should have had Dakota Fanning kill Jennifer. I don’t know what it would have cost, but it would have been worth it.

Ryan Gosling: This is all so beneath me. I’m going home to Rachel McAdams, like I care if the dude from Battlefield: Earth beats me?

Elisabeth Shue: Wait, why am I here? Am I being belatedly honored for my work in Hide & Seek?

Kate Winslet: Well, this is gonna be an uneventful night for me. Again. Good thing I brought my iPod. (singing to herself) My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps…

Jackie Earl Haley: Danny Bonaduce WISHES he looked as good as me.

Forrest Whitaker: This all just goes to show that the key to success in this business is starting your career in Jean Claude Van Damme movies. Maybe if Peter O’Toole had played Tong Po in Kickboxer he’d have won one by now.

Meryl Streep: I love that everyone points out all my nominations but doesn’t mention the fact that I haven’t actually won one since 1983.

Ben Affleck: So I gained all the weight and did the respectable actor part everyone told me I needed to do to earn respect and salvage my career and not only didn’t I get nominated but I STILL get crap for Gigli? Fuck this noise! I’m going home to bang my duck-beaked wife and greenlight Surviving Christmas 2: Attack of the Hanukkah.

Jodie Foster: Wait a second, why does everyone look so pretty and heterosexual? I thought the theme was “Gay Chic”? I wore my Tuesday clothes! So embarrassing…

Jack Nicholson: My head looks like a Trader Joes AA-size egg and I’m still getting the best tang tonight! Who wants to bet me I can nail Helen Mirren without taking my pants off?

Reese Witherspoon: And the “Eat It, Ryan Phillippe! I Look HOT!” Tour keeps rolling on.

The Jay: As does the “Shut UP, Squirrel Chin!” Tour. See you in Woodstock!

Peter O’Toole: Where am I? Who are all you people? Wot’s all dis, then? Are we shooting King Ralph 2? … I am old.

Sherry Lansing: Now, I, Skeletor Sherry, am Master of the Universe! Kneel before your master, Tom Cruise! KNEEL BEFORE ME!!!

Tom Cruise: I will never kneel to you! By the Power of L. Ron, I have the power!

Will Smith: Just keep smiling and laughing and no one will see your pain. It’s ok Will, one day we’ll convince them. One day. Oh HA HA HA! That’s a funny joke, Mr. Scorsese. … love me.

Gwyneth Paltrow: As long I keep putting the attention on the girls, no one will remember that I’ve been a vapid suck whole of talent for the last eight years. Yes, that’s it people, stare at my ugly boobs. STARE!

Samuel L. Jackson: Muthafuckin’ Academy not nominated me for Snakes on a Muthafuckin’ Plane! Shiiiitt. We’ll see how they like it when I toss around a half-naked white woman. Fucking Christina Ricci gets you places in this town, just look at Charlize Theron. … muthafucka!

Helen Mirren: I am a right hot bitch. Who wants to bet me I can nail George Clooney during my acceptance speech and still look classy?

Martin Scorsese: Oy! I got schpielkis in my genectikizoid! Look at Clint over there, looking all smug. I hate him. I HATE HIM! I swear to God, if he beats me again I’m dialing Dakota during the commercial break.

Cameron Diaz: I really can’t be mad at Justin. I mean look at me. Even I know I’m a wreck. Jessica Biel, even with her manly arms and overwhelming aura of butch dykeyness, is still hotter than me. Hell, he’d probably bang bald Britney again before me. I must stop letting myself look like the bad end of a three day coke bender. If Robert Downey Jr. can do it, so can I!

Eddie Murphy: No matter what, at least I look better in a fat suit than Martin Lawrence.

Abigail Breslin: OMG! Was that Dakota? Is she here? Oh no! Oh no! Steven Spielberg’s coming up to me. What if she’s reprogrammed him to be her own personal ninja assassin? I’m young and ever so adorable. I don’t want to die.

Dakota Fanning: Don’t fuck with the Fanning.

Steven Spielberg: Just do what she says and everything will be just fine. … I hope.

Bangarang!

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The 10 Most Unwatchable Actors In Hollywood

orlando bloomIt’s not surprising that of the 120 columns I’ve posted on TheJay.com, “Keanu Reeves Does NOT Suck, And I Can Prove It” and “Just How Bland Is Orlando Bloom, Really?” have the most number of comments. The central figures of each post, the unintentionally awesome Keanu Reeves and the (hopefully for his sake) unintentionally bland Orlando Bloom, inspire fierce passion in their fans. On any given day I receive comments calling me all manor of awful things for my lambasting of the man who was Legolas, and an equal number of ego-boosting boot lickings for my loyal defense of the Wyld Stallyn himself, Ted “Theodore” Logan. What it comes down to, I think, is the disparity in how I view each of the actor’s respective talents, and my reader’s contrasting views on the subject.

In my mind, every actor has an innate “watchability” factor. They are either fun to watch, or they aren’t. For my money, Keanu Reeves very much is, while Orlando Bloom very much is not. This “watchability” factor comes from many elements, including but not limited to: looks, attitude, charisma, chemistry with other actors, ability to pick the right roles, behavior towards the press, representation in the press and general overall likeability. You can have a few of these elements, or all of them, but whatever the number, your presence on-screen equals a good time, all the time. Deep down, Orlando Bloom fans know that while he is as he calls himself on Ricky Gervais’s show Extras “objectively really good-looking”, he has zero chemistry, negative charisma, could cool down a horny Angelina Jolie, and is seen in the press as a sleazy, preening bohunk. This is why so many housewives send me 600 word opuses on the merits of Elizabethtown. If Orlando Bloom were so good in that movie I would have seen it. He wasn’t and I haven’t.

renee zellwegerI always give second chances to actors I don’t like. Renée Zellweger won me back after several great talk show appearances and a subtle turn as Russell Crowe’s wife in Cinderella Man. Josh Lucas received a stay of execution for keeping me awake through Glory Road. Even Ashton Kutcher got a second look after I found myself guiltily charmed by A Lot Like Love. I’m always hoping that unwatchable actors will one day figure things out and make a movie I like. It’s always better to have more reasons to see a movie, than not to. Unfortunately, more often than not I find my first impression was the right one.

And that is why I will never enjoy watching Orlando Bloom. You can’t gain watchability, you can only lose it. It is far easier for watchable actors to become unwatchable (hello, John Travolta), than it is for unwatchable actors to become suddenly charismatic on the silver screen (the only recent example I can come up with is Ben Affleck, except I’ve always liked the Gigli. After all, he was the bomb in Phantoms, yo!).

I’ve already documented the actor’s I’ll always pay money to see, as well as the ones I refuse to pay for (in my piece “The $10 Buck List“), but I haven’t looked at unwatchable actors in a while (you can see my last pass on it HERE). So here now is another edition of “The 10 Most Unwatchable Actors In Hollywood”.

Whenever I make a list like this I usually have several criterion for making said list. Not here. The sole criterion is that at one time each actor was a guaranteed good time at the movies. And now, they are automatic visual insta-hurl.

The 10 Most Unwatchable Actors In Hollywood

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Things Overheard: Great Movies, Awesome Phones & The Crazebrity Power Poll

clerks 2 posterTHINGS I SAW IN 2006 THAT WERE REALLY, REALLY GOOD

Here are the ten movies I saw in 2006 that totally blew my mind. They might not be the “best” movies of the year (I can’t in good conscience say that Jackass Number Two is a “better” movie than Letters From Iwo Jima or Little Children), but each of them entertained, provoked and intrigued me beyond measure.

Full disclosure: I haven’t seen all the Academy Bait movies yet, so this list is somewhat incomplete. On the other hand, I have valid reasons for not having seen certain films by now. I’m a heterosexual man with little love for Jamie Foxx and Beyonce, which is why I haven’t rushed out to see Dreamgirls. I’ve never been that geeked about seeing In The Bedroom, director Todd Field’s last picture, so despite it starring Kate Winslet (a Top 5 actress in my book), I’m in no hurry to see Little Children. Clint Eastwood keeps burning me with bad Paul Haggis movies, so there’s a good chance I will never see either of his WWII epics (and I like Ryan Phillippe and Ken Watanabe). Little Miss Sunshine just sort of passed me by. It’s sitting on my dresser as I type this, but I seem to be far more prone to watch TiVo’d episodes of My Boys than to the charming little Indie that could. And I like Greg Kinnear, Toni Collette and Steve Carell.

Here are the other movies I’ve yet to see, for whatever reason: World Trade Center (one 9/11 movie per year is enough for me), Bobby (not a chance, Emilio), Blood Diamond, Pursuit of Happyness (if Will’s not getting jiggy in it or beating up a CGI creature, I’m not interested), Catch A Fire, Happy Feet, The Good Shepherd, The Good German (yeah right, Tobey Maguire), The Painted Veil, Notes On A Scandal, Miss Potter (and I like Renee and Ewan)

In an up and down year I wouldn’t rank in the top 15 of all-time years, here are my picks for the top ten films of the year:

10. United 93

Manipulative, forced, mannered, choppy and vague. And yet, still brilliant. Even though I knew I was being manipulated I couldn’t help but be drawn in. I love that every major event happens in the background (like the reveal of the first hijacked plane). I liked that director Paul Greengrass chose not to give us an extented backstory on each passenger (something disaster movies are all but required to do at this point, ahem Snakes on a Plane). I liked that they used the real air traffic controllers from that fateful day, instead of recognizable actors. I liked that the film happened in real time, so the confusion you felt about what was happening mirrored the confusion on the part of the characters. I appreciated the film’s respect of the event. I appreciated it’s skill, it’s confidence, it’s knowledge, it’s preparation, and most of all, it’s execution. I don’t think for a second that the Academy will give United 93 the Best Picture Oscar, but if it did, I wouldn’t complain.

9. Jackass Number Two

jackass number two picNot every movie is supposed to make you think, some just want to entertain you. And in the case of Jackass Number Two, that’s alright with me. I didn’t laugh more in any other film this year. Gross, disgusting, vulgar, violent and awesome. I make no excuses for loving this flick, or for rating it as high as I did. When a movie so thoroughly entertains you that it takes a couple minutes to come up with something funnier or more subversively brilliant, you put it in your Top Ten, period.

8. An Inconvenient Truth

Of all the ludicrous things attempted in cinema this year, convincing us that Al Gore is a movie star ranks pretty high on the list. And yet, it’s true. There wasn’t a more engaging onscreen presence all year. You can practically smell the passion for stopping Global Warming, coming through the screen. I sat down hoping to just stay awake, but ten minutes in I was enthralled. I never felt like I was being taught a lesson, never felt like I was back in school (which is why I didn’t fall asleep), and most of all, never felt like I was being emotionally manipulated (ahem, Michael Moore). Gore merely put the facts on the table and lets us take what we wanted. I respect that. Consider me pumped for the inevitable sequel, An Inconvenient Truth 2: Inconvenienced With A Vengeance.

7. Akeelah and the Bee

I’m a sucker for movies where Laurence Fishburne teaches child prodigies. A spiritual sister to Searching For Bobby Fischer (probably my all-time favorite movie), this Starbucks-produced tale of an underprivileged African-American girl trying to win the National Spelling Bee captivated me in all the ways I enjoy being captivated. A smart, natural performance by the film’s newcomer/soon-to-be star, Keke Palmer. A confident and commanding performance by Angela Bassett, who reminded me why she’s one of the best (though most under-utilized) actors in the business. And Mr. Fisburne, pulling his old Bobby Fischer performance out of the closet and shaking the dust off, playing a tough-but-fair teacher like no one else can. He’s so good in this type of role that I could watch him teach calculus to a whiny British kid and still be entertained.

6. Casino Royale

Everything that is good about action movies is on display here. Guns, explosions, chases, hot girls, sweet cars, a great villain, a debonair hero, more hot chicks and great locations. I was skeptical at first, as I’m a fan of Pierce Brosnan, but Daniel Craig pulled it off. I deemed myself a Daniel Craig fan for life the moment he took his first whip shot to the junk in the now infamous naked chair torture, and didn’t even flinch. I don’t know how they’re going to top that, but I’ll be first in line to see them try.

5. The Departed

the departed posterJack being Jack, Damon being awesomely squirrelly, Leo rocking the crazed “guy at the end of his rope” thing he does so well, Mark Wahlberg spitting some mad Boston game, and Alec Baldwin kicking ass harder than anyone else since his own turn in Glengarry Glen Ross; I loved this movie. Perfectly paced and plotted, superbly cast, acted, shot and edited. The only misstep of the entire picture is the final shot, which I felt was just a bit too on the nose. But that is forgiven, as the flick is so supremely watchable. And it may be the most quotable movie of the year. Anything that came out of Wahlberg or Baldwin’s mouth was pure gold. Here are my two favorite pieces of dialogue from the film:

Dignan (Wahlberg): “Who am I? I’m the guy that does his fuckin’ job! You must be the other guy!”

Ellerby (Baldwin): “I’m gonna go have a smoke right now. You want a smoke? You don’t smoke, do ya, right? What are ya, one of those fitness freaks, huh? Go fuck yourself.”

4. Brick

The most stylish film of the year, with dialogue so good I want to eat it off of a plate, and a performance by Joseph Gordon-Levitt that puts Hollywood on notice. He’s the goods, and so is this movie. Whenever someone says that movies today are shit, I whip out my DVD of Brick and crack him across the jaw with it. Rian Johnson is now my favorite upcoming director. Seriously, you need to see this movie.

3. Children of Men

childrenofmenposterGritty, demanding, propulsive and powerful, this Alfonso Cuaron-directed film is the best sci-fi flick of 2006. I was impressed with how confident the film was about the world it created. Set in a dystopian, infertile 2027, the world looks quite like it does today, only with minor futuristic flourishes (which is how it should be. I hate when futuristic movies have us so technologically advanced that the world is unrecognizable. It would take 80 years and many trillions of dollars to erase the poverty line and tech up the lower class, so filmmakers, let’s get off the grift). The forward momentum of the movie is exhilarating. You just can’t look back, the film won’t let you. It has a mission and you are either on board or you’re not. Clive Owen and Julianne Moore are their usual perfection and Michael Caine gives a wonderful performance as a pothead, ex-political cartoonist. I liked other films more than Children of Men this year, but I can’t deny this film’s raw power. Most of all, the film has arguably the most emotional scene in any film all year. When Owen is bringing the baby down the hospital stairs, well let’s just say it got a little dusty in the theater.

2. Clerks II

This franchise means so much to me. This filmmaker means so much to me. And the film itself touched me deeper than any other this year. I can relate to guys in their early years trying to figure out what to do with their lives. Stuck in that limbo of still wanting to be irresponsible, yet accepting that you now have certain responsibilities you can’t turn away from. I see the fear in the eyes of Dante and Randall that their lives are slipping away, and I don’t want that to be me. For a driven guy like me, Clerks II was a perfect motivational tool. And it doesn’t hurt that Rosario Dawson is crazy-hot. Or that I finally got to see a Donkey Show (sort of). The movie is flat-out funny, has a heart like a lion, and is as personally affecting a film to me and mine than I can remember in some time. Watching Clerks as a teenager made me want to be a writer. Watching Clerks II makes me realize I made the right choice.

1. The Queen

the queen posterI generally loathe all things British. Can’t stand British comedy (especially Monty Python), never got into Guy Ritchie, I want to sock James Blunt in the larynx, and I’d choose Rachel McAdams over Rachel Weisz any day of the week and twice on Sundays. All that is too say my chances of liking a film about the British Royal Family were remote to say the least. And yet, ten minutes into the masterful “The Queen” I turned to my theater companion and said “this is fantastic”. Helen Mirren gives hands-down the best performance of the year. She is pitch-perfect and heartbreaking as Queen Elizabeth II. The journey her character takes to try and understand the changing emotions of her people is as emotional and rewarding a narrative arc as I saw all year.

I was particularly impressed with the scene on the river, where Mirren watches a beautiful deer approach, admires its beauty, finally comes to realize how profound a woman Princess Diana really was, shucks aside her previous feelings about the deceased people’s princess, and desperately tries to save the deer from approaching hunters. Heart wrenching stuff, that. This is, without a doubt, the best movie of the year.

Honorable Mention: Thank You For Smoking, The Devil Wears Prada, A Scanner Darkly, The Illusionist, Stranger Than Fiction

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THINGS TO LISTEN TO

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THINGS TO SEE

- What would Star Wars look like as a silent film?

- I pray I’m a better parent than this woman. Though even if I am, I’d probably still be laughing at this kid, too.

- Now this is how you get The Jay pumped for a western that doesn’t star Michael J. Fox or Emilio Estevez.

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THINGS TO CLICK

- If you thought Harrison Ford’s acting abilities were faltering before, this will do nothing to change your mind. (Harrison Ford Finger Point Gallery)

- Ever wondered what The Simpsons would look like if they were a Manga cartoon? Me neither, but this artist did, and he came up with something pretty cool as a result. (Simpsons as Manga Characters)

- This is the funniest TV show mash up since The OC sent Summer’s Dad to work at Seattle Grace. (Lost House 24)

- Check out what posters are nominated in The Internet Movie Poster Awards. My money’s on Hard Candy for Best Poster of the Year. (2006 IMP Awards)

- Are hetero-life mates Lloyd Dobler and Ari Gold on the outs? Sounds like a certain former 80’s teen heartthrob needs to show up at the Piv’s crib with a boombox over his head (playing the theme song to Entourage, of course). (Cusack and The Piven are DUNZO!)

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THINGS I WANT

I want the new Apple iPhone so, so much. Why must Apple taunt me with such a perfect technological creation, only to give the deal to Cingular, easily the worst cell phone company on the market? Can The Jay get a little T-Mobile love?

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THINGS TO GRADE

A few quick grades for some doomed mid-season replacements.

The Knights of Prosperity – Broadly executed, stereotypically cast, boringly shot and most importantly, only mildly funny (Mick Jagger should never be able to out-joke Donal Logue. That’s like Macy Gray out-hotting Beyonce.) I’m gonna give it a second look because I dig Donal Logue and because I loved the show’s former title, Let’s Rob Mick Jagger. But they better bring the funny, and quick.

Grade: C+

courtney cox dirt picDirt – I can understand Courtney Cox not wanting to ever do another “nice girl” part in her career. If I had to smile in every scene for 237 episodes of Friends, I’d want to play a raving bitch, too. What I can’t understand is basing your new show around a schizophrenic paparazzi with no range beyond “twitchy”. Don’t be fooled by the promos, Dirt is not about Monica Gellar gone bad. It’s about a crazy, unattractive, drugged-out photographer and his inability to cope with his beloved cat’s death. I wish I were kidding. The rest of the show is a send-up of the cutthroat Hollywood rat race that Entourage does better, graphic cable TV sex that Nip / Tuck makes hotter, and racy language I’d rather see coming out of Vic Mackey on The Shield. Killing Shannyn Sossamon in the pilot was a stroke of brilliance, but having nothing else to offer is a mark of supreme short-sightedness. Dirt may have something else up its sleeve, but I’m not interested in waiting around for the big reveal.

Grade: C-

In Case Of Emergency – A cavalcade of washed up, shrugworthy white actors, in situations far too predictable to be appreciated. The next Arrested Development, this is not. I haven’t liked Greg Germann since season two of Ally McBeal, David Arquette hasn’t done anything note-worthy in his entire career besides trying to eat Luke Perry in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Jonathan Silverman is the epitome of bland. He rivals Orlando Bloom in his blandosity. Basically, he sucks. But I will give the show a chance for two reasons: Kelly Hu and Lori Loughlin. You want my attention for your new crappy TV show? Cast Lady Deathstrike as an Asian Massage Girl and Uncle Jesse’s slamming TGIF-fiancée as a hot lady doctor. Consider yourself TiVo’d, In Case Of Emergency!

Grade: D+

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THINGS THAT ARE CRAZY

I’m talking La Lohan on my radio show tonight; more specifically how she was able to go partying less than 36 hours after she supposedly had her appendix taken out. I broke my ankle and had to lay down for a week, so how did this girl have invasive surgery and immediately go back to partying a day and a half later? Me thinks the appendicitis might be a lie. However, if it’s not, and she’s really that self-destructive, than I’m forced to at least consider her as the new Most Crazy Person In Hollywood.

To that end, I’ve decided to start tracking the celebrity craziness. Once a month I’ll rank the top Hollywood nut jobs, and at the end of the year I’ll crown a 2007 Crazebrity Champion*. Here’s the first power poll.

lindsay lohan ice crotchJanuary 2007 Crazebrity Power Rankings*

1. Anna Nicole Smith – Until someone can top giving birth, losing their firstborn child, marrying their lawyer, getting evicted from a guest house and finally deported from a country all the in span of one month, the ex-PMOY keeps her crown.

2. Lindsay Lohan – I promise you this: if this girl survives the year without going through kidney failure, a nostrilotomy or a severe car crash, God must like Mean Girls more than I thought.

3. Britney Spears – She needs an intervention like the Raiders need a starting QB; as in, badly.

4. Tom Cruise – Would be lower on the list if he would come out and deny he’s producing a movie called The Thetan, starring Victoria Beckham. No part of that idea is rational.

5. Michael Jackson – Can’t ever be counted out. He’s like the Yankees of crazy celebrities.

6. Donald Trump – Isn’t going after Rosie O’Donnell kind of like saying “Hitler was a douchebag”? Like, we get it Donald, move on.

7. Michael Richards – No real repentance yet for his ill-fated stand up routine.

8. Rosie O’Donnell – See Trump, Donald.

9. M. Night Shyamalan – Going up against James Cameron is about as stupid a decision one can make. You don’t screw with Mr. Titanic, especially when your last two movies sucked harder than Paris Hilton on a grainy digital camera.

10. Mel Gibson – Sugartits never say die!

Bangarang!

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