The Scene: For no particular reason, Lindsay Lohan poses in a photoshoot with a slew of low-fi attired Marvel superheroes. Taking a break between shots, La Lohan chats up The Incredible Hulk
The Players: “Recovering” Celebritard (from alcohol, not from being a ‘tard), Current US Ambassador of Chlamydia Transportation to the Nation of Italy, and one-time supremely pre-approved redheaded hottie, Lindsay Lohan, and The Incredible Hulk (not played by Eric Bana)
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. – LOS ANGELES – DAY
HULK daintily sips his coffee whilst leaning against a concrete wall. LINDSAY LOHAN slinks up to him, with a glint of skank in her eyes.
LINDSAY LOHAN: Hey, cutie.
HULK: HULK ON BREAK!
LL: Lindsay on break too. From alcohol. I don’t care what that fat fatty Perez said, I was so NOT drinking champagne on New Years. That was apple cider. With champagne flavoring.
HULK: HULK RESPECT SOBRIETY!
LL: You are so cute. I loved you in Troy.
HULK: HULK NOT ERIC BANA!
LL: OMG! What is Brad Pitt like? He wouldn’t even let me blow him when I saw him in the Men’s at the Globes last year. Whatever, he’s a lame Father now. I don’t need a Father, right?
HULK: HULK THINK THERAPY GOOD FOR YOU!
LL: Wow, Eric Bana, you are so ripped! Where do you work out?
HULK: HULK STAY HEALTHY BY EATING RIGHT EXERCISING AND AVOIDING CARBS!
LL: Do you take anything to get that big? Do you get high? OMG! Do you have anything? Cause I can NOT partake. I am totes two weeks clean. And that is supes important to other people. So if you have anything you need to do it somewhere else. Like my trailer. Just go and do it and leave it there if you have to.
HULK: HULK DARE TO SAY NO!
LL: I am so effing bored right now…. (thinks for a moment) You know, I look really sexy in green. Maybe we should go see what I’d look like with your green on me?
HULK: HULK NO WANT STD!
LL: Unh, you are so indecipherable! Like a swarthy, dumb Italian boy. I just want to make out with you in front of five or six paparazzi and then never see you again.
HULK: HULK NEEDS QUIET! HULK PREPARING FOR NEXT SHOT!
LL: I totally respect your process. I was like that too, once. I had my own process. I would sit in my trailer, learn my lines, take a deep breath and make sure I was fully prepared to be on camera. Man, I was so lame two years ago.
HULK shakes his head in disappointment.
LL: I know, right? I was such a dork. Now I’m just like fuck my shit what do I even need lines for? It’s called life experience, hello? I don’t even need to know my character’s name now. I am that in the moment at all times. Did you see I Know Who Killed Me?
HULK: HULK NO WATCH CRAP!
LL: Me neither, that’s why I only pick good movies. So, like, when I had to do my stripping scenes, I didn’t even need a moment to prepare. I WAS that girl. I KNEW her. Also, when I blew that guy on a boat in Georgia Rules? Same thing.
HULK: HULK NO LIKE JANE FONDA! NO SUPPORT TROOPS IN VIETNAM!
LL: Oh My God, is that a new club? Have you been? Can you score there? Um, like, have a good time, I mean?
HULK: VIETNAM NOT CLUB! WAS GROUND WAR CONFLICT BETWEEN USA AND COUNTRY OF VIETNAM IN 60’S AND 70’S!
LL: I should so do a period piece. I was gonna do one with Keira but I showed up on set and the script had so many goddamn big words in it, and I didn’t even get to hump any cute British guys. And I was like: “Meryl Streep says I’m a good actress, so WTF I have to prove to you bitches” and walked. They were crazy pissed at me, so I fucked my agent, got a fifth of Belvy and just chilled the fuck out with J-Pivs for a few days and it was all good.
HULK: LAST SEASON OF ENTOURAGE NOT VERY GOOD! MEDELLIN A BAD IDEA FOR VINCE AND E!
LL: Jesus hell, this is set is as boring as Utah, but with less broom closets to bang married guys in. We need to hurry it up. I have a 16 Days Sober Party at Shelter in like four hours. There’s gonna be a Grey Goose Fountain, it’s gonna be sick. And totes healthy.
HULK rolls his eyes. Looks down to see Lindsay humping his leg. He shakes her off.
LL: Sorry, my idiot NA sponsor says I’m an addict. That I use sex as a replacement for my addiction to drugs. And I was all, “Shut your face dude, I’m busy!” Like how can I have an intense conversation about my emotional well-being when I’m blowing him? He just couldn’t handle how logical I am.
HULK: PUNY CELEBRITARD! HULK MISS INNOCENT GIRL FROM PARENT TRAP REMAKE!
LL: I am so PENT UP! All work and no play make Lindsay go something something! I just need to take a drive down PCH doing 90 at 2am and I’ll be fine.
HULK: NO DRIVING! LICENSE SUSPENDED DUE TO USUABLE AMOUNT OF COCAINE AND CHASING ASSISTANT!
LL: You are so starting to bore me, Eric Bana. Are we gonna take pictures of us fucking or should I go see what the Dolly Grip is doing?
HULK stares at Lindsay. Then pulls his mask off.
HULK: Alright, that’s it. Look, I’m not Eric Bana and I’m not The Incredible Hulk. My name is Brian. I’m a character actor from Chicago. I’m doing a play at the Complex Theatre on Santa Monica next Thursday, if you’re free. And I was hired to do this photo shoot. I wasn’t going to say anything to you, but I can help it. What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you the way you are? What is with the drugs and the car crashes and the constant attention and media whoring and the sleeping with any sleazy guy who flashes a little Ziploc baggie at you and the oh good god horrible movies? You used to be a great actor. You used to be respected. You used to have promise. And you are BLOWING it! And for what? A good time at some stupid club? Getting to have Paris Hilton on your fav five? Have you not seen what fame mixed with substance abuse has done to Britney Spears? It turned her bipolar. Do you want that? You are flat broke! And you are toxic in Hollywood right now. Nobody will work with you. You are doing a photoshoot with fucking superheroes. You should be working with Scorsese and Spielberg! Do you get how jacked up you are? You got BANNED from the studios! Robert Downey Jr. did more drugs than a Pablo Escobar drug mule, ruined more movie productions and spent actual time in a maximum security prison and he still didn’t get blacklisted. Winona Ryder is a convicted felon and she’s still working, for godsakes! Get your shit together and stop disgracing the legacy of Mean Girls. Stay at home, buy a vibrator, hire a driver, lay off the self-tanner and get A! FUCKING! CLUE!
LL: I’m sorry… did you say “blow”? Do you have any? Cause I will totally have sex with you for some.
I gave you just one of the 4,365 reasons why I miss Arrested Development. Here’s how the lives of some classic video game characters went after they beat their games. A movie poster tribute to the bald badass of action movies, Mr. Bruce Willis. Celebrities deduct the weirdest things on their tax forms. You’ll never guess what the best movie to watch on 4/20 actually is (HINT: It does not involve Dave Chapelle.). And I asked some questions about Messirs Corey Haim and Feldman.
The Scene: Kiefer Sutherland is drunk. And driving. Again. As it were. A cop pulls him over and attempts to put him under arrest for a DUI.
The Players: Kiefer, Kiefer’s Alcohol-induced delusions, The Cop, An On-Star Customer Service Representative, the Ghost of Emilio Estevez’s Career
INT. KIEFER’S CAR – BEVERLY HILLS – NIGHT
KIEFER V.O.: The following takes place between 1:30am and 2am.
KIEFER: I am mega-TV Star Kiefer Sutherland and this is the most drunken night of my life. …this week, anyway.
1:33AM…
KIEFER swerves through traffic, runs a red light, gets up on the sidewalk, etc.
KIEFER: I am drunktastic, and I need to get home NOW! Don’t these people know I have Christmas trees to jump into? GET OUT OF THE WAY! STAND DOWN! Oh crap, was that my turn? Time to flip a bitch! Good thing I’m such a kick ass federal agent slash actor that I can basically do anything with this machine. One more tequila bomb and I’d be up on two wheels, Speed-style. Damn it, Keanu STOLE that role from me! Well pop quiz hot shot, I’m a mega-TV star and you’re nothing but an A-List movie actor. Pwnage courtesy of The Kief!
Police lights flash in his rear-view mirror. He is being pulled over.
KIEFER: Damn it! What have you done, Kiefer? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
He pulls over and turns the car off. THE COP taps on his window.
KIEFER: Officer, we have NO time for this!
THE COP: (sighs) License and registration, Mr. Sutherland.
KIEFER: If you know who I am, then you know what I’m capable of.
THE COP: Yes sir, that’s why I pulled you over.
KIEFER: WHAT IS YOUR PRIMARY OBJECTIVE???
THE COP: Just what I’ve asked for, sir.
KIEFER: You are going to tell me everything I want to know or I swear to God I will hurt you before I kill you, and no one will be able to stop me.
THE COP: License and registration sir, or I’m cuffing you and taking you in and I don’t care if TMZ reports it.
KIEFER: I know you think what you’re doing is right. But it is my job not to let that happen.
THE COP: Look, nobody wants you arrested. We love 24. I just need to write this up so we can say we checked on you. Then you can go.
KIEFER: I don’t have the intel you’re looking for. I need to call in.
1:38AM…
1:38:01AM…
He presses the On-Star button in his car.
KIEFER: Good evening, Mr. Sutherland. Are you drunk and passed out in your car again? I can have an ambulance to your location in ten minutes.
KIEFER: Damn it Chloe, I have NO time for games! I need some intel NOW! Data mine the files and send them to my mobile. DO IT!
ON-STAR CSR: Like I’ve told you before sir, my name is Christine, not Chloe.
KIEFER: I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME!
THE COP: Settle down sir, and have the On-Star rep send me your information.
KIEFER: (whispering) If you don’t get me that intel right away I’m a dead man.
ON-STAR CSR: (sighs) Just a moment, sir. Fucking actors…
THE COP: By the way, I really liked those Young Guns movies. You and Emilio shooting people, riding horses. Was cool.
KIEFER: Do not talk about the dead with me.
The Ghost of Emilio Estevez’s Career floats into the scene.
GHOST OF EMILIO ESTEVEZ’S CAREER: I’m not dead, Kiefer. I directed a big movie last year. Bobby? You didn’t see it? It got great reviews! Well, not great reviews. No one really liked it, but still, it’s a step up from Mighty Ducks 4.
KIEFER: Last year I was in a Korean jail cell being tortured for this country. I was doing my duty. Also, I was drunk.
GHOST OF EMILIO ESTEVEZ’S CAREER: Bombed again, huh? This is just like the filming of Young Guns 2.
KIEFER: Emilio Estevez Sheen, you are not a movie director.
GHOST OF EMILIO ESTEVEZ’S CAREER: Why don’t you Netflix me and find out.
KIEFER: Trust me, you don’t want to go down that road with me.
GHOST OF EMILIO ESTEVEZ’S CAREER: Screw this! Imma go haunt Charlie. That bastard hasn’t even given me so much as a cameo on his stupid hit show! Fucking actors…
The Ghost of Emilio Estevez’s Career floats away.
ON-STAR CSR: Mr. Sutherland, we have your insurance information ready.
KIEFER: TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!
ON-STAR CSR: Tell the officer that I have forwarded your information to his precinct, which will transfer the data to his squad car computer. Have a nice evening, Mr. Sutherland, and get home safe. We need you OK to go out there and protect the country from terrorists.
KIEFER: Copy that, Chloe. I’ll report back to CTU when I’m clear. Kiefer, OUT!
THE COP: I’m going to go write this ticket up and I’ll be back. Don’t move, sir.
KIEFER: If you secure the perimeter, I’ll stand down.
THE COP shakes his head and walks back to his vehicle.
1:42AM…
1:53AM…
THE COP: Sir, unfortunately I’m gonna have to take you in. The Paris incident changed our protocol with celebrities and now we are required to arrest all famous people potentially under the influence. Fortunately for you, Britney’s over at Area tonight, so there are no paparazzi within ten miles of here. We can process and release you without much attention.
KIEFER: I will not get into that car. I MUST GET HOME RIGHT NOW! There’s not much time left. I’m gonna need a hacksaw. …again.
THE COP: A hacksaw, sir?
KIEFER: I can’t find my house keys.
THE COP: Step outside of your vehicle, Mr. Sutherland.
KIEFER: DAMN IT! I only take my orders from the President of the United States. …or in his absence, a character actor to be hired later.
THE COP: I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Step outside or this is going to get bad.
KIEFER: LISTEN TO ME! I’m drunk, but I can get home. I’m trained for this. Damn it! YOU’VE JUST GOT TO TRUST ME!!
THE COP: You’re obviously too impaired to be behind the wheel of a vehicle. You are a danger to yourself and those around you. For all intents and purposes, you should be sitting in a drunk tank right now, while your expensive car gets impounded. But damn it all if you’re consistent yelling of vague, inoffensive threats hasn’t convinced me of your aptitude. I’m sorry I stood in your way.
KIEFER: I just need to do my job.
THE COP: Godspeed, sir.
KIEFER: With any hope, the country will be safe by morning.
THE COP goes back to his car and Kiefer drives away.
KIEFER: DAMN IT! Close one. Now to complete my mission and report back to command. Let’s just hope I still have a chance…
The Scene: Famed movie director Quentin Tarantino is wheel-chaired onto a plane by renowned screen nymph Tiffany Limos. The flight attendant does her best to accommodate QT’s rather repugnant behavior.
The Players: QT, Tiffany Limos, and a Flight Attendant who desperately wishes she had called in sick that day.
INT. AIRPLANE – AIRLINE FLIGHT 544 PHILLIPINES TO LAX – DAY
A pleasant looking female FLIGHT ATTENDANT greets passengers as they board the plane. They pass threw the tiny gateway and trudge along to their seats, not looking forward to the long, cramped flight. Same as it ever was in the world of travel.
Suddenly a HEAD comes into view. It is quite large. Seven seconds later, the body attached to the head comes into view. It is that of derivative and slightly crazy film auteur QUENTIN TARANTINO. He is in a wheelchair being pushed by famed man-eating indie actress TIFFANY LIMOS. QT rolls onto the plane, talking at hyperspeed.
QT: So I was like no, OK, you can’t put your shoes back on, I like paid to see this fucked up shit. I paid to see her feet. Why would I pay to see socks, right? I’m Quentin Tarantino. I’ve seen crazy amounts of feet, celebrity feet, OK, so it’s like an honor for Quentin Tarantino to ask to see your feet, right?
TL: Yes, Quentin.
FLA: Hello sir, welcome aboard.
QT: Yeah, OK, so what’s the in-flight movie, I need to motherfucking know, alright?
FLA: I believe it’s Blades of Glory.
QT: I’ve seen it. I’ve seen every movie ever made. I worked in a video store, OK? How do you not, like, know that! It’s famous information. I’ve made movies about how many movies I’ve seen. The only reason I wrote Jackie Brown was to reference Pam Grier in Foxy Brown and pay homage to the blaxpoitation genre that I grew up watching. I’ve seen every one of those movies. Dolemite, Coffy, the whole mutafuckin gang! That’s why I can say nigger and not get into trouble. Because black people dig that I dig their shit. I’m a nigger like that. Nigger. OK.
FLA: You’re in first class sir, an OnDemand video player is available to you for your convenience.
QT: You have a real sexy vibe going on, alright. Like Lauren Holly in that movie Turbulence, when she was getting movies because of that ass shot in Dumb and Dumber. Or like Halle Berry in Executive Decision before she played Storm in X-Men and when Kurt Russell was still THE MAN, but not like he was THE MAN he was in Death Proof, because I made him the muthafuckin FUCKIN THE MAN? Baby, if you were black I’d be like damn that be a black ass, alright! Cause I can DO that, OK! What size shoe do you wear?
FLA: Have a nice flight sir.
LATER…
Quentin is having trouble relaxing in his seat. He presses the call button. The Flight Attendant reluctantly comes over to help.
FLA: How can I help you, sir?
QT: I can’t sit here, OK? Imma bout to go medieval on this seat’s ass, OK? I got a back problem, dig? I like broke it in two places yesterday when my head moved too far forward and the centrifugal force lurched my body into a spiral, right? I mean it’s hard to keep this thing up all day. That moppet kid from Jerry Maguire was dead motherfucking wrong about that eight pounds shit. QT’s head weighs sixteen pounds bald! I can crush Heineken cold kegs with this thing. Mike Meyers got all those head jokes in So I Married An Axe Murderer from that time we met at Cannes and I spent forty minutes naming obscure references to that scene where Wayne opens the door and sees a ninja training facility. I’ve seen all of those films, right? True story.
FLA: I can bring you an extra pillow if you’d like, sir.
QT: Pillows are for pussies. Do I look like a pussy?
FLA: What?
QT: Say what again? Say what again I dare ya! I double dare ya! Say what one more muthafuckin time!
FLA: There’s no need for that type of language, sir.
QT: Imma get on the floor, OK. Cause that shag is calling the QT name. And QT goes where QT goes. Plus, you can get a much better look at feet from the floor. And feet ALWAYS call the QT’s name.
FLA: You can’t lie on the floor, sir, it’s a firehazard.
QT: Look at the size of my head, OK? Look at how fucking important it is. I have more iconic pop culture locked up there than the entire Planet Hollywood franchise, OK? So it needs to be taken care of. I want the floor.
FLA: No, sir.
QT: Have you seen Kill Bill? I taught Uma all those movies. I am a master fucking karate expert. I could probably snake chop Bruce Lee if he were here. So don’t fuck with me, OK? Niggers like me should NOT be fucked with. I fuck with you, OK!
The flight attendant starts crying.
QT: Ok, alright, alright, no floor. OK! Give me your seat.
FLA: My seat?
QT: Yeah, alright, I’ll take that fold out thing. Rest my back against equipment, right?
FLA: Where would I sit, then?
QT: Take my seat, OK. Sit next to Tiffany. She’s great. She’s like my wife. I wanna marry all sorts of her. And she’s great, OK? Did you see Ken Park? She blew a guy on screen in that movie. Is that cool shit or what? She, like, MADE that style of acting. Vincent Gallo and Chloe Sevigny STOLE that move from Tiffany, alright. That’s not even cool. You don’t fucking steal things from movies, OK? That’s just wrong. Everything I ever wrote was completely O.G.-riginal. It’s all in my head, that’s why it’s so good, OK!
FLA: What about how the plot of Reservoir Dogs was a complete lift from that Hong Kong movie City of Fire?
QT: I will punch you, OK? I’ll hit a woman. I’m a powerful celebrity who can do anything. If Lindsay only gets a day for doing blow and chasing down some bitch, I may not even get probation, alright, for taking you down. And I do a lot of blow! You think I can talk this fast and quote so many movies because I’m high on life? OK, no, OK! Not fucking happening! I do, like, Vincent Vega-level drugs, alright. I’ve been stabbed so many times in the heart that I got fucking heart stabbing directions tattooed on my chest, OK! So I can do drugs. Damn I’m such a black nigger!
Quentin lies on the floor. The flight attendant immediately disables the call button for his seat and runs for her life. Tiffany waits to be told when she can give oral onscreen again.
LATER…
The plane is about to land. The Flight Attendant tries to get Quentin off the floor and back into his seat. She looks like she’d rather be helping OJ Simpson try on a pair of black gloves.
FLA: Sir, I need you to get back into your seat, the plane is about to land.
QT: The floor is QT’s seat, alright. I’m on the floor in my upright position, OK. I can’t exactly just get up. It takes two people just to get my head off the ground. Or a really powerful sit-up, and I don’t do sit-ups. I do fucking sit-downs, OK!
FLA: Sir, you have been nothing but a disgusting, arrogant pest this entire flight. We’re almost done and then I can never see you or your junky, derivative pop culture vomit movies ever again. What can I do to just get you into your seat for five minutes?
QT: … show me your feet.
FLA: Excuse me?
QT: Your feet. They’re my kryptonite. I am powerless to feet. Whenever Uma wanted another close-up she’d slip off her sandal and ask me to blow on her toes. It got me so hard. Like fucking teenage boy hard, alright? I wasted fucking miles of celluloid because of those beautiful Aryan piglets.
FLA: Uh, fine. Here!
She takes her heel off and puts her foot in his face.
QT: Humuna humuna. I suddenly want to watch My Super Ex-Girlfriend very badly. Head! Up! Now!
Quentin’s head rises like a vampire waking from a coffin. He gets to his seat. The Flight Attendant sighs in relief.
QT: Tiffany my wife, QT needs oral, post motherfucking haste, alright.
TL: No, Quentin.
Quentin pulls out a video camera and points it at her.
QT: ACTION, OK!
TL: Yes, Quentin.
She gives him oral.
QT: This is class cinema, alright. I’m gonna split this into two volumes and have the Wu-Tang Clan do the score. Get Robert do the special effects. My nigger ass is brilliant, OK! Now if I can only get Corey Haim in this movie, it would totally be his comeback. License To Drive was fucking brilliant, alright? It was GREAT, just like this oral. I love to travel.
The Scene: A confidential meeting to pitch potential cover ideas for next month’s issue of Vanity Fair.
The Players: Three Vanity Fair editors (VF Editor 1-3), and one Random Hot Blonde (aka RHB)
INT. VANITY FAIR BOARDROOM – DAY
Three Vanity Fair Editors sit around a table discussing potential cover ideas. Pictures of hot young starlets and passed their prime male actors litter the table.
VF Editor 1: So what do we got for next month? What’s the hot happenings?
VF Editor 2: How about Darfur?
VF Editor 3: God bless you.
VF Editor 2: I didn’t sneeze.
VF Editor 3: …
VF Editor 1: Darfur, eh? Pretty popular, but there’s nobody good looking running that campaign. I need someone hot. I can’t put hard nipples on Darfur. I damn sure can’t put hard nipples in a wet T-shirt on Darfur. And I need those hard nipples people!
VF Editor 3: I like boobies.
VF Editor 2: American Idol? Put the judges on the cover.
VF Editor 1: I meant chick nipples, you idiot. If I wanted man boob on my cover I’d call Al Gore and do another stupid Green issue. What else?
VF Editor 2: Britney Spears, the rise and fall of a popstar?
VF Editor 3: Oops, she did it again!
VF Editor 1: Not bad, not bad. Kinda dig the bald look. Annie Leibowitz could reflect some lights off of her bald head, make her look like a pop star Gandhi.
VF Editor 2: America likes a tragic figure.
VF Editor 1: Yes, but she’s also a Mom. You know what that means.
VF Editor 3: Saggy mom boobs?
VF Editor 1: That’s right! I can’t put saggy nipples on my cover, this is Vanity Fair! The magazine that made Gretchen Mol’s rack famous. And proudly displayed Demi Moore’s painted cans. We won’t settle for anything less than headlights to the sky! Bald Britney is out. What else you got?
VF Editor 2: Umm…. Uh…. Well, The Sopranos is ending soon.
VF Editor 1: A Gangster issue? This could work. I love it. What’s on the cover?
VF Editor 2: A three page gatefold of the entire cast. With, uh, James Gandolfini on the front fold?
VF Editor 1: I like it. But it’s missing something….
VF Editor 3: Boobies!
VF Editor 1: Exactly. I like the way you think, kid. Ok, so we need skin with the Sopranos. Is there a hot chick on the show?
VF Editor 2: Not really. Lorraine Bracco’s kinda over the hill. Edie Falco might be a man. And Drea De Mateo is mostly a road rager.
VF Editor 1: Yeah, trucker nips are not classy. This is not good people. I need those nips!
VF Editor 2: Well, James Gandolfini has some nice boobs. For a dude.
VF Editor 1: Don’t be an idiot! He has nice boobs for anyone, but that’s beside the point.
VF Editor 3: Zing?
VF Editor 2: Why don’t we just use a hot celebrity that’s unrelated to the show? Like Carmen Electra?
VF Editor 1: No, I can’t use Carmen. I tried to grab her boob at an Oscars after party and she slapped me so hard I lost a cap on my back molar.
VF Editor 2: Pamela Anderson?
VF Editor 1: Won’t do it. I gave her herpes once.
VF Editor 2: Giselle?
VF Editor 1: Fuck Giselle. Fuck Tom Brady. Go Jets.
VF Editor 2: I like Peyton Manning.
VF Editor 1: Let’s see. Time to be creative. Gandolfini’s a big guy, right?
VF Editor 3: Orca fat!
VF Editor 1: So we need a slightly bigger girl on the cover so he doesn’t look even bigger. Is there a hot, slighty bigger girl we can find? Preferably famous?
VF Editor 2: Tyra Banks?
VF Editor 1: Do you want me to fire you?
VF Editor 2: Jennifer Hudson?
VF Editor 1: Vanity Fair doesn’t put black people on the cover. Unless Halle wants to do a Swordfish redux.
VF Editor 2: Kate Winslet
VF Editor 1: British girls frighten me.
VF Editor 2: Salma Hayek?
VF Editor 1: I owe her money.
VF Editor 3: Anna Nicole Smith?
VF Editor 1: …
VF Editor 2: …
VF Editor 3: Too soon?
VF Editor 1: C’mon people! This is Vanity Fair! We’ll put any random girl on the cover. And if I’m gonna go with a sausage fest for a whole month I’d like some ham flaps with my sausage. Wait, I got it! Remember that hot girl I groped at the Anna Wintour tribute last month? Let’s use her! She had a great ass! And she wasn’t that tiny either. It’s perfect. And I bet she remembers me.
All the best, brightest and most make fun-able celebrities hit the red carpet for the 64th Annual Golden Globes on Monday. As always, I had spies on the scene recording the secret thoughts of the stars. Let’s see out what they had to say.
Sacha Baron Cohen: I swear to G-d I will knife the first sodded person who asks for a high five. Speaking of, where’s that Ryan Seacrest chap.
Patrick Dempsey: How’s my hair?
Jennifer Hudson: And I am telling you… suck my left tit, Bitch-once! American Idol, represent!
Evangeline Lilly: I am so glad I left the hobbit back on the island. Now where’s that McDreamy guy?
Renee Zellweger: Dammit, did I forget to sew my eyes open today? I knew I forgot to do something. Ah well, hopefully no one will notice.
Isaiah Washington: My agent says I need a nicer name for “faggot”, cause all that faggot talk is bad for my nice guy image. So what’s better? Cocksucker? Nah. Dick Licker? Too literal. Pussy Hater? Too negative. Purple-headed Nob Slobber? Yeah, that’s the one. I did not call that faggot T.R. a Purple-Headed Nob Slobber. But I did call Dempsey a pansy. Next question!
George Clooney: Alright Timberlake, here’s the game. First to five starlets wins. And I’ll even give you a two limoncello head start. Ready? Go!
Justin Timberlake: Guess who’s having sex with anyone he wants tonight? This guy!
Cameron Diaz: Cry me a river… cry me a river. Cry me a river, yeah.
Zach Braff: Dammit, I forgot to put on my anti-douche cream. Now I’ll never be able to make out with Jessica Alba and then whine about it on my blog tomorrow. My life sucks. (Cue pompous indie rock song)
Jack Nicholson: What year is it? Seriously, I have no idea. These things all look the same. Maybe I should take my sunglasses off. On second thought, screw that, I’m Jack. I can do whatever I want. And you know what? I’m nailing that Swank person tonight. Is she a boy? Is she a girl? What I’m saying is this: when you’re facing some free ass, what’s the difference?
Geena Davis: Has anyone seen my career? I think I dropped it. It’s about six feet tall, a hundred and forty pounds, used to be the President? Anybody? Please.
Dame Helen Mirren: Oh Streep, I finally have the better of you. Long live the Queen, bitch!
Mel Gibson: The Jews are responsible for all the awards shows in the world. Which is probably why I didn’t get nominated. Oh hey Salma! Say, your sugartits are looking real nice tonight!
Salma Hayek: If you like my Sugar Tits, you should see my Ugly Betty.
Ben Affleck: The name’s Affleck. A-F-F-L-E-C-K. I believe you’ll find I’m on the list. (grins stupidly)
Masi Oka: Golden Globes! Yatta!
The Jay: Stereotypes! Yatta!
Reese Witherspoon: I hope Ryan’s watching. I didn’t work out eight times a week, cut sugar, salt, bread and water from my diet and spray on my human face just to get hit on by Warren Beatty when Annette’s in the bathroom.
Sienna Miller: I am such a train wreck.
Ali Larter: Don’t look at me. My shit’s bangin’ and my show rules! Love and kisses to Jude. Oh wait, forget that…
Patrick Dempsey: Seriously, the hair? Looks good?
Tom Hanks: It looks great. Trust me, I would know.
Patrick Dempsey: I need a mirror! Stat!
Eddie Murphy: Finally, I’m more popular than Charlie. I’m Eddie Murphy, bitch. The Darkness has arrived!
Angelina Jolie: You get one hour Brad, then it’s back to Cambodia. I mean it. The orphaned babies need me.
Brad Pitt: Fine! Can I go play with George now? Pleeeeease?
Angelina Jolie: I miss Billy Bob.
Hugh Grant: I can’t believe I started my career nailing Julianne Moore and Julia Roberts and now I’m trying convincing the world I want to shag Drew Barrymore. Where did it all go wrong?
Drew Barrymore: I can’t believe I started my career nailing Chris O’Donnell and Adam Sandler and now I get to bone Hugh Grant! I must have don’t something right.
Jennifer Lopez: I am still relevant! I’m the face of Latin Entertainment.
America Ferrarra: Sure you are sweetie. Sure you are.
Meryl Streep: Put my Globe in the car, fetch me a martini and get Gyllenhaal boy’s phone number. That’s all.
Hillary Swank: Remember everybody, I’m still a girl. That fact has not changed. And I’m still single. Line it up, boys! Oh, hi Jack! Nice to see you, too…
THINGS 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
Not 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
Jack 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
Gritty, 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
I 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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- 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!)
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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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+
Dirt – 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!
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.
January 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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