As the media debates whether Brad Pitt’s nonsensical Chanel No. 5 ad is bad for the international fashion brand, it’s a good time check in with New York City dermatologist Dr. Jonathan Zizmor. The skin specialist, who has achieved cult status in the Big Apple because he markets his work as vigorously as Chanel does its clothing and bags mdash: albeit mostly on subway trains — got a national shout-out in the fourth parody ad that Saturday Night Live aired over the weekend, and he tells me it’s done absolutely nothing for business.
In the parody, which I’ve embedded below, SNL cast member Taram Killam refers to Zizmor (left) as “the subway doctor” who can remove embarrassing tattoos, such as “an anchor that says ’slut.’” Given that Zizmor got a free shot of publicity in the fake-ad series, which was a hot topic on morning TV and radio shows as well as the blogosphere on Monday, I thought I’d call him to see if he was reaping any benefits from the whirlwind.
“Zero,” said Dr. Zizmor, who’s based in Manhattan and told me that I was the first person to call him. He had not seen the SNL clip, and may stil have not seen it. After I emailed him a Hulu link , Zizmor called back to say that he was unable to watch the clip because he didn’t have Adobe Flash installed on his computer.
Fortunately, one of his staffers had watched it and recounted it to him. Regarding the parody itself, Zizmor said, “I have no comment positive or negative about it,” but when we did ask him if the SNL name-check has spurred any business or even curious calls, Zizmore said, “Nothing,” adding “That’s why…
Full Story »Hobbit director Peter Jackson is nothing if not a man of the people, so when he took to San Diego’s Comic-Con earlier this month to present footage to 6,000+ lucky fans shortly after wrapping, he recorded a video diary to share with the rest of the Lord of the Rings faithful. Watch as Jackson navigates the perils of press junkets and Hall H’s screaming fans, filming on his trusty iPhone along the way! Or, y’know… skip ahead a few minutes to fantastic 10+ minutes of behind-the-scenes peeks from the set of The Hobbit.
The set footage is the real treat for fans hungry for Hobbit peeks, but you’ve got to also hand it to Jackson and his videography crew for interviewing just about everybody involved in production, down to the freaking key grip.
And yet, my favorite part? Mark Hadlow in costume as the Dwarf Dori, quoting Anchorman.
Runner-up line of the vid: “I’ve never worked on such a hairy movie.”
The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey hits theaters December 14, with its conclusion, There and Back Again, following in 2013.
To say there’s nothing on the contemporary movie landscape like Alex Kurtzman’s People Like Us is to suggest that the picture is a groundbreaking work with special effects unlike any we’ve ever seen, that it’s fresh and original in its use of characters or situations from old movies (or even older comic books), that its 3-D wow factor rivals that of Avatar. But People Like Us is something odder: This is a straightforward family comedy-drama, a movie made for adults, and one that actually gives its actors – among them Chris Pine, Elizabeth Banks, Michelle Pfeiffer and Philip Baker Hall – something to do. That’s more of a rarity on today’s landscape than it should be.
Twenty or thirty years ago, you might have called a movie like People Like Us pedestrian, something not very special – it isn’t, for example, nearly as acidic or pointed as Alan Parker’s Shoot the Moon. And still, People Like Us, despite the fact that it’s been given a title that dooms it to failure (more on that later), seems to be motored by a quiet urgency. The picture gives off the sense that there’s something at stake here, and there is. What big studio wants to bankroll this kind of movie anymore? Who wants to see this sort of thing? It’s all just feelings, and who needs them? We’ve got foreign movies and indie movies for that stuff.
But I love the way People Like Us so defiantly carves a space for itself in a genre that no longer exists, the mainstream fractured-family drama. The picture has flaws: It could have used a great deal of pruning, especially in the last half. But Kurtzman — who co-wrote the script, with Roberto Orci and Jody Lambert — has structured the movie as…
Full Story »And now, from the brilliant (and perhaps insomniac) mind that brought you that supercut of Kickboxer featuring nothing but the kicking, wind down your week with The King’s Speech — featuring nothing but the stuttering. Or as they call it in Oscar-history circles, “156 seconds of infirmity that earned Colin Firth an Academy Award for Best Actor.” You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll squirm, etc. Happy Friday!
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UPDATE: Ray J tells TMZ that he’s not looking to sell a treasure trove of sex tapes he made with Whitney, because those sex tapes don’t exist. And now, we can all truly exhale.
Seeing Ray J’s boomerang-shaped dick go in and out of Kim Kardashian as she lazily moaned like a zombie seal falling in and out of a coma has filled me with enough images of his crooked ass peen to last me the rest of my lifetime. Seriously, I’m good. But Radar says that the world’s eyes might get poked by Ray J’s black snake moan again if he gets his way and somehow posthumously releases a collection of fuck tapes he made with Whitney Houston. Whitney was a not-so-closet freak and so it’s not actually surprising to hear that she let the camera roll as she left her doody bubble on Ray J’s dick tip. The source tells Radar that Whitney’s family has begged Ray J to keep that shit to himself, but because he’s a piece of shit leech who is still sucking the life out of Nippy even though she’s in the grave, he’s itching to sell. The source put it like this:
“[The Houston family
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Full Story »“Nothing will come from this if you win!” joked Seth Rogen as he opened his hosting gig at the 2012 Film Independent Spirit Awards. “Absolutely nothing. This won’t help you get paid anymore — if anything, it proves you’ll work for nothing.” That may be painfully true for many of the indie film nominees honored today at the annual Spirit Awards, held in a tent on the beach in balmy Santa Monica. But what does it mean that the night’s big winner was the Harvey Weinstein-backed awards season juggernaut The Artist?
The Oscar frontrunner swept the Spirit Awards Saturday in a precursor to what most pundits expect will transpire Sunday night at the Academy Awards; the black and white silent film took home four awards, including Best Feature, Best Director (Michel Hazanavicius), Best Actor (Jean Dujardin), and Best Cinematography, further sealing its grip on the 2012 awards race.
Along the road to Spirit Awards victory, the $15 million The Artist went up against the likes of more conventional indies. (Rules of eligibility includes films made for no more than $20 million.) In the Best Cinematography category, the Weinstein-backed favorite competed against, for example, Evan Glodell’s Bellflower, a film shot on a production budget of $17,000; for Best Feature it vied with 50/50, Beginners, Drive, Take Shelter, and The Descendants.
Additional winners on the night included Dee Rees’ Pariah, Alexander Payne’s The Descendants (which won Best Screenplay and Best Supporting Actress for Shailene Woodley), Asgar Farhadi’s A Separation, Michelle Williams for My Week with Marilyn, and Christopher Plummer for Beginners. (Full winners list here.) In other words – on the whole, not quite so different from the field competing tomorrow at…
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WARNING: If you’re an American, this story will make you TOO proud to be an American.
Las Vegas’ The Heart Attack Grill is a giant slice of KFed’s idea of heaven and it’s a charbroiled magical emporium of greasy gross where mega fat bitches who weigh over 350lbs eat for free and where one burger can be stuffed with almost 8,000 calories. The waitresses dress like slutty nurses and they’ll roll you out to your car in a wheelchair after you’ve eaten more calories than an entire village in Somalia eats in a year. There’s even a sign warning you that it’s hazardous to your health. It’s the perfect place to go when you’ve released all the fucks in your system to make way for 10 pounds of bacon wrapped around a block of fried cheese stuffed into an entire ground up cow. So that’s Heart Attack Grill and the other day, a 40-something dude put the heart attack in Heart Attack Grill when he had one while eating there.
The unnamed man walked into the Heart Attack Grill by himself and made the artery veins around his heart cringe when he picked up a menu. Then he made those artery veins pull themselves from his heart when he ordered a Triple Bypass Burger. The man ate half of the burger when he started getting the sweats and couldn’t form words.
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Full Story »To say nothing of the Journey 2, G.I. Joe 2, and Fast Five star’s definition of “impact”: “Right now the best way that I can impact the world is through entertainment. One day, and that day will come, I can impact the world through politics. The great news is that I am American, therefore I can become President.” [Huffington Post]
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Posing with your Invisible Man areolas out and scrubbing dried blood off of the linoleum floors in the morgue is exhausting work, so Lindsay Lohan’s probation officer let her go to Hawaii with her main homegirl Pootie (who would come in second place in a Karen Carpenter scarecrow look-alike contest) and the incredibly shrinking Ali Lohan (who would come in first place in a Karen Carpenter scarecrow look-alike contest) for a few days. I hear the coke there is wonderful this time of year.
Yes, the Photoshop slave laborers at Playboy who worked their fingers off while airbrushing Lindsay Lohan’s face into another dimension clearly need a vacation since they don’t have any fucking fingers anymore, but Blohan needs one to. LiLo’s “Brett Butler’s grandma after a 6-hour crack pipe smoking binge in a sweat lodge” face really needs some relaxation. (“But Michael, that scrag bitch always looks like that.” – you “Good point.” – me)
Speaking of Playboy, Hugh Hefner Twatted yesterday that because everybody has already seen the pictures of LiLo sticking out her bare nalgas while farting on Marilyn Monroe’s image, they are putting out that issue early:
Because of the interest & the Internet leak, we’re releasing the Lindsay Lohan issue early.
Due to high demand, the Playboy issue with Lindsay Lohan’s pictorial is now available on
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