"Since March, when she moved to New York (and into a $3 million Tribeca penthouse she bought last year) to star in Andrew Jarecki’s "All Good Things" with Ryan Gosling—after a stint in rehab at the Cirque Lodge in Utah, which she told the press she entered for “depression”— Ms. Dunst seems to be everywhere. In the past few months, she’s been spotted walking in Soho in black shorts and a flannel shirt, hair tousled, Barack Obama Rolling Stone cover visible; in a white T-shirt dress, walking with Dave Ransone, the tattooed bartender of the Rusty Knot and East Village bar Black and White; sitting on a stoop on Broome Street while chatting on her cell phone in cut-off shorts and rugged vintage boots; watching the British indie pop group the Ting Tings at McCarren Park Pool in Williamsburg in a loose green dress and a white headband (à la Arden Wohl); strolling with Mr. Creed in a straw fedora and floral vintage dress; lunching at Café Cluny in the West Village; and dining at Freeman’s on the Lower East Side, saying to a group of people at her table, “I’m so glad I met you guys!” “She hasn’t been around here in like a year, and then she was nowhere, and then she just shows up in New York being seen every single night,” said a 28-year-old male model who lives in Los Angeles and is part of the bicoastal Beatrice-Chateau Marmont crowd. “She’s going to like every concert and every event, and people there are, like, obsessed with her!”
Much like the new kid at school, Ms. Dunst has picked her lunch table of downtown cool carefully. The new Kirsten (as she’s known around town) rolls out of bed, throws on one of her several pairs of Ray Bans and wanders around lower Manhattan, puffing on American Spirit Blues. She doesn’t care so much about Hollywood as she does about her image outside of it; being just another downtown brooding artist seems somehow truer than being a done-up L.A. celebrity. (Ms. Dunst’s publicist, Steven Huvane, declined to make her available for an interview.)
Ms. Dunst is never photographed hopping in and out of chauffeured SUVs in five-inch heels. Instead, she roams around in Worishofer sling-back sandals—the grandma shoe that’s become part of the downtown vintage aesthetic—portraying a kind of new, seemingly accessible celebrity that Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams personified by moving to Brooklyn and walking the streets without the bodyguards or disguises employed by their Los Angeles counterparts. “The Beatrice was Heath’s haunt,” the male model said. “You could always find him there, having a drink on his own at the bar, his bike locked up outside. I think it taught all these other stars how to be that kind of cool and how much people there appreciate it.”
“She clearly seems to be into that scene right now, but we should applaud her!” said the music writer. “It speaks well of her that she’d rather hang out in Lower East Side dive bars than lunch at the Ivy.”It’s a kind of celebrity that others with Ms. Dunst’s level of stardom, like Mary-Kate Olsen, have attempted, but failed, to cultivate; Ms. Olsen may look the part, but she’s rarely without her black Escalade and beefy bodyguards. And just a few years ago, Ms. Dunst seemed to be heading down a path well-trod by many lithe blond actresses before her. A star since the age of 11, when she kissed Brad Pitt in Interview With a Vampire, Ms. Dunst has also played a tortured young girl in Virgin Suicides; the captain of the cheerleading squad in Bring It On; and the title role in Marie Antoinette.In 2002, she started dating the actor Jake Gyllenhaal. In the aftermath of their breakup in 2004, she began to be sighted in L.A. in questionable states of sobriety in the company of various actors; the gossip blogger Perez Hilton took to calling her Kirsten Drunkst. And thus, many in her circle seem to view her newfound attachment to New York as an attempt to remake herself as not just another Hollywood starlet.A 22-year-old model met Ms. Dunst in May 2007 at the Empire Diner. Ms. Dunst overheard the model talking about a Beirut show at Bowery Ballroom and came over to ask about it. “I didn’t even recognize her, but I was like, holy cow, this person is friendly!”
The model asked Ms. Dunst about her dress—it was Marc Jacobs—and a friendship sparked.
“I’m Kirsten,” Ms. Dunst said finally.
“I was like, ‘Oh, you’re Kirsten Dunst!’ Crazy!” said the model. “And then she basically just asked for my phone number and I gave it to her.” The model said she didn’t see Ms. Dunst around very often until this spring, when the actress became a regular at the Beatrice.Ms. Dunst also frequents East Village mixology bar Death and Co., the Lit Lounge, and Bowery Electric, where Catherine Pierce of the girl group the Pierces spins on Monday nights; in May, Ms. Dunst celebrated her 26th birthday there.
But most of the time, Ms. Dunst can be found at the Beatrice Inn, perched on the counter behind the DJ booth, smoking cigarettes and bopping her head around to her boyfriend’s tunes.
Despite reports in Page Six of Ms. Dunst pursuing the actor Emile Hirsch and Drew Barrymore’s ex Justin Long, her friends say she has not done either. And depending on whom you ask, she and Mr. Creed still may or may not be together. Most describe Ms. Dunst as shy and heavily guarded. Some said that she can be a party girl when no one is watching. “She doesn’t really stand out at Beatrice,” said one regular. “When Lindsay [Lohan] used to come into Bungalow 8, it was like Elizabeth Taylor was there or something, but Kirsten pretty much blends in.”
Blending in is perhaps the point. After all, Ms. Dunst’s move to New York came in the wake of her time in rehab, a period that the gossip blogs attributed to her breakup with Razorlight frontman Johnny Borrell. “It seemed like she went through a rough patch of maybe drinking more than she should, but I’m not one to talk,” said party photographer Patrick McMullan, who’s been photographing Ms. Dunst for years. “She really seems to be embracing New York.”
And the 22-year-old model, who said that she and Ms. Dunst have had talks about the “rough stuff,” agreed. “I think she’s found a level of her own in New York,” she said". Source: www.observer.com
Mark Ruffalo and Adrien Brody play the titular con artists who try to swindle goofy heiress Rachel Weisz out of her money, using silent demolition expert Rinko Kikuchi and a whole lotta wit and funny. All of it goes down October 24th.
"A helpful friend at Fox (It's a Sony picture) sent me the actual "playlist" of tunes for the no-date-night-gone-right romance Nick & Nora's Infinite Playlist starring Michael Cera and Kat Dennings. I've said that the trailer has a High Fidelity/Say Anything/Elizabethtown vibe, a "let the music make you fall in love" thing. Here are the tunes turning up on the soundtrack.
1. Chris Bell "Speed Of Sound" 2. Devendra Banhart "Lover" 3. Bishop Allen "Middle Management" 4. Vampire Weekend "Ottoman" 5. The Dead 60s "Riot Radio" 6. Takka Takka "Fever" 7. The Submarines "Xavia" 8. We Are Scientists "After Hours" 9. Band Of Horses "Our Swords" 10. Army Navy "Silvery Sleds" 11. Richard Hawley "Baby You're My Light" 12. Shout Out Louds "Very Loud" 13. Paul Tiernan "How To Say Goodbye" 14. The Real Tuesday Weld "Last Words"
Jake on the set of "Prince of Persia".Michael Cera in "Life after the show" - Clark & Michael.Ellen Page at the TIFF - Fox Searchlight Party.Zooey Deschanel. Alison Lohman.Marilyn Monroe.
This is not a poem of mine, it belongs to writer Fernando Sampietro and is inspired by Marilyn Monroe: "To all the clochards of the world and also for those who believe they know more than I do. In the future there will be no more private property! I see Marilyn Monroe, she is on sale, she is on a poster, I buy it without thinking twice about it.
One night I dreamt that she and I were sitting on the sand on a calm beach by the calm sea, illuminated by artificial light, in a bright blue swimsuit she smiled.
When I awake Marilyn is no longer in the bed, nor in the house, I look through the window, Marilyn Monroe is outside, I run out to see her. How fun it is when we throw the bathing suits onto the ground and go in to swim naked! To embrace and kiss the naked Marilyn Monroe in the water is something unimaginable. While we dry ourselves in the sun lying on the sands I recite two poems to her: "Sensation" by Arthur Rimbaud and "Like a Rolling Stone" by Bob Dylan, she smiles again.
Our house is white, we built it some time ago, it's by the sea, our house is all alone out there in the middle, we also built a pier because we built a sailboat that is fast when it's windy. We are in the sailboat, the departure is slow until water starts to spray us, we compete with no one when it's windy, and when it's not we spend the time drinking champagne and also jumping into the water to swim, in the cold water now I swim underneath without touching her, when I come out she laughs, it also makes me laugh what I did without realizing, in the sailboat we sunbathe more intensely due to the reflection of the sun on the water, we become more natural, we cannot see the shore, a shark passes close by, we open the seventh bottle, we want to drink till we die, we want to drink till we die and we are already drunk, the return is rapid, the arrival slow, now we see the decoration of our white house that we've never decorated, we only have one painting, a painting by Picasso from the 'doves' series, this painting soothes us.
We met Pablo Picasso, "when painting one must get sparks out of ice" this was his painting, this is his painting, this will be his painting. We also met Duchamp, his name was Marcel, he was called Marcel Duchamp, he died on October the second nineteen sixty eight, he died in his sleep, he had worked that day. To understand all Marcel Duchamp's work one must have thought beforehand in the air.
Marilyn Monroe and I, she is a woman, I am a man, Marilyn Monroe and I. The air is pure when it is totally pure, we breathe pure air, sometimes we smoke a cigar. When we play pool we have more fun than when we don't play pool, that's why we play pool.
Surviving is what's important, surviving to be able to live in this chaotic world, we change our ideology, What does it matter if you're an anarchist? What does it matter if you're a communist? What does it matter if you're a fascist? What does it matter if you're a nihilist?, that's our ideology, to adapt to reality, to adapt to the surroundings as chameleons do.
To think in the air, to think in the air. What is the air? the air is strange. The desert is hot, the Rolling Stones are playing, we begin to suck ice, we cannot see them, we can only hear them, Marilyn Monroe climbs up naked onto my shoulders, like that she can see them, she claps and quickly climbs down from my shoulder, when we kiss it's as if we were still sucking ice, in the desert in the daytime in the sun it was cooler.
To be a good anarchist is a great responsibility. One strange day we arrived, Marilyn Monroe and I, like the birds that fly south in winter to a meeting of anarchists. I didn't know that anarchists met on strange days.We talked about the mess the world is in, we left at dawn. The following year we didn't return, neither the year after, we never went back.
Tobacco kills us if we smoke more than we can take, we like tobacco. Mankind has created itself, we understand what we understand because we created it, what we don't understand we know that we won't understand and that future generations will understand it.
We don't know why we were in a magnificent international meeting of communists, we felt as if we were international anti-communists, we who at that time were international communists, that's what always happens to us when this happens to us.
We don't know why we were in a magnificent international meeting of fascists, we felt as if we were international anti-fascists, we who at that time were international fascists, that's what always happens to us when this happens to us.
One of the greatest pyramids in Chichen Itza and in the whole world is the observatory pyramid, going up the narrow staircase behind her, I couldn't resist the temptation of sliding my hand between her legs, she didn't stop, we reached the top as if we hadn't gone up, the landscape is dull, the sky covers everything, there are no stars to be seen, time went by without our realizing until the sky was covered with stars, the moon appeared and we returned quickly by motorcycle.
We don't really know how we got to a meeting, a meeting of nihilists, only the couple of us were there, and at that moment we realized we were nihilists.
We didn't go to Moscow, neither did we go to Peking, we will go when we win more money by gambling. Mankind has created itself, therefore we create ourselves, we've created our past and also our present, we will also create our future.
Santa Claus doesn't exist, but to some children he brings toy guns with which they afterwards go Bang! Bang! Some boys and girls are told by their parents to not tell lies and are made to believe in Santa Claus. To some good girls, Santa Claus brings what they ask for, they generally ask for toys and sometimes dolls.
Without wanting to we arrived at a meeting of pacifists, first we told them that what was important was to take an almost non-existent decision: "Peace for all men, and also for all women." Then we didn't say anything and they didn't talk either, we arrived as we left, we left as we had arrived, thinking about peace, wishing only for peace, though this means war with ourselves.
We began to study mathematics, by not applying them we ended up writing poems on papers that we will make into airplanes and throw from the top of the house. Yesterday our psychoanalyst arrived, he asked us how little airplanes were made, we told him we didn't know and he never came back.
Marilyn went to a meeting of feminist women, to tell them that meetings are useless to liberate women, that they should stop having meetings, because each woman is able to liberate herself without the help of others, and so liberated them from having meetings.
San Cristobal Las Casas, is another place in Mexico where they keep up native traditions while drinking Coca-Cola. We went up a hill near this folkloric town, only the wind in the trees could be heard, we got there because we must always be somewhere, we don't infringe on the landscape, one can be here, we forgot the others, we remembered the Martians that don't exist, without our realizing a couple of natives go by, he is carrying a machete, she doesn't see us, when we went down the hill we didn't remember that we had seen them from up close, we didn't remember until we remembered them.
The best thing about Montreal is walking without an umbrella in the pouring rain and eating Greek yogurt in a Greek restaurant. Up to now Russian Migs are still flying over Cuba, we also saw jets of commercial airlines. Fidel Castro is a Castrist. The Migs flew over the peaceful beach, to sunbathe without knowing the Migs are going to pass is . . . but it's more attractive to sunbathe knowing the Migs will pass.
To walk along the Havana sea wall is as interesting as walking along the one in Veracruz, it's said that danger is everywhere. The weather in Las Vegas is also hot, but inside the casinos it isn't hot, we win money no sweat. We travel by Concord from Mexico City to Paris from Paris to Mexico City merely to say we traveled by Concord.
On Wednesdays we study French, to learn French one must know how to learn, know how to learn French. We only have a motorcycle and it has no speed gauge, we know we are going fast when the noise is behind us or when we forget everything. All our friends take us up to reality, all the cops bring us down to reality.
We saw man land on the moon on the television, it wasn't a repetition, we saw the first step, then we saw him jump, it made us laugh a lot, it was a great achievement. We like marihuana, we don't know why it's illegal to smoke it, we would like to be accepted as the couple that laughs about nothing from time to time. We already know who painted the animals of the Altamira Caves, someone who had nothing better to do.
Andy Warhol came to our house one Sunday, he brought along his Polaroid camera, he took a few pictures of us, we served him a whisky without ice but cold, as he knows he likes, we drank purified water, we brought out the papers where we had written the poems, he kept one or we gave it to him, he wanted to make an airplane and we told him how, he is going to launch it from the top of the Empire State Building, he told us that he won't forget us, we had a lot of fun with his newly taken photos, he left without saying good-bye.
Mankind has created itself, and obviously also all that surrounds it, from all the visible to all the invisible. [...] Don Quixote was crazy at the beginning of the book, he ended up saner than the sane Sancho Panza at the end of the book, this book is good. At the end of the long inside staircase one level below the base of the pyramid of the Temple of Inscriptions, this is in Palenque, there is the most spectacular burial crypt in pre-Hispanic America in colors, outside the pyramid we ate some mushrooms, we felt like angels, we felt we were flying, a man was sweeping the steps of the pyramid when we were leaving and we had gone.
We went to the Aztec Stadium, there is nobody now, this is a Monday, it's in the morning, we don't feel alone, the people are outside, we forget the people, we each sit in a cold seat, I ask without wanting: "Do you like it?," she gives me a kiss.
It is not necessary to keep traditions because traditions keep themselves as happens with everything. Life is uncertain. You don't get any further because you run a lot.
We leave the house, walk in the woods, we wander along but in a straight line, we don't know if we are going to remember the way back home, we walk for kilometers and kilometers before reaching a group of apple trees, we quickly ate the closest apple there was, so I said up in the air: "What fun this is," before trying to kiss each other, afterwards we didn't try either, but did so as if we were floating our lips met momentarily, until she asked me: "How do you feel?" I didn't tell her: "I feel very happy," but said to her: "Like a rolling stone," I immediately asked: "How do you feel?" she didn't say: "I'm so glad," but said: "Like a rolling stone," we kissed again and we also embraced, I don't know what she thought but she clearly said: "Make love with me," I didn't know what to think, I saw she was more beautiful that usual, for an instant I thought she was a virgin and she believed I was a saint, this instead of separating us brought us closer together, I saw she was hallucinating, I was also hallucinating, while hallucinating one can think, drunk one can think too, we weren't drunk and we're not used to being drunk when we aren't drunk, if anything tipsy or better said as I already said floating, our senses raced, I hadn't noticed, we were naked again, a butterfly perched on my left shoulder, this makes us smile, the butterfly leaves, this also makes us smile, we are making love, it seems as if the world has stopped, we believe it stopped, that day we returned happy both of us on a night of full moon. C'est la vie.
[...] What are our lives like? We go down the stairs downwards and go up the stairs upwards. To wonder what would happen if some day we were Marilyn Monroe and I alone in the world, is the same as wondering what would happen if one day we were Marilyn Monroe and I alone in the world.
When our life-force is finished we must improvise something, we decide to play with pea-shooters with straws and candies. What a fright when she hit me in the eye! My anger was not small neither was it large, on the contrary, my joy wasn't small, neither was it big, in very few words I was almost one-eyed, she tries to caress me, but I tell her not to, it's still nighttime when we realize that it's daytime, she puts on the record of "Carmina Burana" by Karl Orff to forget the incident, this music distracts us, suddenly we don't remember what we must forget, we remember again, just before the music finishes we forget the incident forever.
We have few good records and we don't have any bad ones, we don't have bad records and we have a few good ones. We were lent a small airplane, we couldn't think of anything better than flying under the Monument to the Revolution.
We are still that type of people that when we hear the sound of an airplane we look up to see it.The film Marilyn likes the most is undoubtedly "The Misfits", she told me.
"Last Tango in Paris," Marilyn also saw, I also saw it, it's an exceptional film.
If we look at each other naked, naked before a mirror the two of us together, we can't laugh. We are used to reading newspapers, the red criminal section of yellow tabloids makes us black with anger.
Christopher Columbus discovered America, Hernan Cortes conquered Mexico, Hidalgo made Mexico independent, I was born in Mexico. Mexico is in America, America is on Earth and Earth is in the Solar System and in the Universe, and the Universe is unknown; if it has a limit, we don't know where it is. There are dictators who haven't killed anyone in all their live but in whose name many people have died.
Salvador Dali doesn't want to be in this book, but we want him to be here. We are still that type of people who when we hear the sound of an airplane, we look up to see it. We don't have pets, we have a little elephant as free as ourselves, we bought it a she-elephant. Water is H2O, when we look at the sea we don't think about that. Fire has light, I don't know why.
Karl Marx was a Marxist, Lenin studied Marx, Mao was a Chinese, Che Guevara lived. It's strange that Marilyn was also a little girl, it's strange that I was also a little boy. Jesus Christ became famous. Miracles don't exist, that's why they surprise us and some people believe in what doesn't exist.
Atom bombs exist, we would also like to die from an atom bomb raid, atom bombs exist.
An idea moves us: we don't know what we're looking for. We want to go to Mars, the Soviet Union and the United States send us to Venus, this planet is all right but it is very hot, enthused we break contact with Earth and go to Mars, we arrived during the day, in Martian daytime, we are the first to step on Mars, the only thing we knew how to do was to make love in another gravity and jump like crazy and see new landscapes, we didn't bring anything back, we didn't leave anything on that uninhabitable planet for he or she who wishes to experience strong emotions, we return to Earth, we fall into the cold snow of the North Pole, we knew we were expected. We confirm what we knew: Martians don't exist.
This had to end like this, it's a good ending, this doesn't end like this, but it doesn't matter.
We don't know if we went or we dreamt it, we reached a planet in another galaxy, inhabited by alien beings, alien beings similar to those on Earth, they have created themselves like mankind has, because they are mankind, we are their past, they don't know our planet, they are our future, on this planet there is no private property neither are there flies, they died of natural death, here cars fly and there are bicycles, there is no pollution, it seems they only know how to make it disappear, or better said not appear, animals are free, all the inhabitants of this planet are free, there is free love, there are no politicians, there is ideology, there are no governments, there is peace, there are no sicknesses, there is death, there are no religions, neither is there the word of God, God doesn't exist here either, in fact there is almost everything that exists on our planet, in fact there isn't all the garbage that exists on our planet, it's all a question of imagining the future of mankind.
It is then I think, we are all here, in this open-air restaurant in this world in another galaxy, eating and drinking to preserve our precious existence, and there is nothing, no reason to exist, I felt like screaming: "Let it start raining," and it began to rain, the rain wets us, they had never been wet by rain, a long moment of joy, a couple approaches, he says simply: "This planet is sad because there are no crazy men," and she says: "Neither are there crazy women," I answer calmly: "On our planet there are crazy men and women, and they are locked up though they don't do any harm," then Marilyn says: "And it's also sad," she looks at us surprised, he remains staring a moment with his eyebrows raised, then we tell him in chorus before leaving: "that's why we're here," the rain has stopped, the future is uncertain visiting other worlds in other galaxies.
She bursts out laughing. That laugh sounds strange in the dark room. We remain silent for a moment. Night has fallen, I barely make out the pale mark of her face. Her black dress blends in with the shadow which invades the room. I take the cup where there is still a little tea and bring it to my lips. The tea is cold.
I feel like smoking, but daren't. I have the painful impression that we don't have anything to say to each other. Still the day before yesterday I could think of so many questions: where she had been, what she had done, whom she had met.
It interested me only to the extent in which Marilyn had given herself with all her soul. I was no longer curious: all the countries and all the cities where she had been and all the men who have courted her and whom maybe she has loved, don't matter, deep down all that is indifferent to her: sparkles of sun on the surface of a dark and cold sea. She is before me, I can't recall when we last met and now we don't have anything to say to each other. For the first time I feel lonely and Marilyn is lonely like me and there is no solution because there is no problem."
"Reese Witherspoon and Jake Gyllenhaal have taken their romance overseas: The couple were spotted stepping out together in Morocco over the weekend.
On Saturday, the pair strolled hand-in-hand, checking out bazaar stalls before stepping into the shade for lunch in Marrakech, according to French Web site purepeople.com. On Sunday, the couple reportedly stayed back in their suites at the fabled 5-star Amanjena Hotel, a spring fed luxury oasis resort with a view of the Atlas Mountains.
Witherspoon's visit to Morocco, where a seriously buffed out Gyllenhaal is filming Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, comes less than a month after the couple spent an extended Bastille Day holiday in Paris". Source: www.people.com
"There seems to me no question that the Batman film "The Dark Knight," currently breaking every box office record in history, is at some level a paean of praise to the fortitude and moral courage that has been shown by George W. Bush in this time of terror and war. Like W, Batman is vilified and despised for confronting terrorists in the only terms they understand. Like W, Batman sometimes has to push the boundaries of civil rights to deal with an emergency, certain that he will re-establish those boundaries when the emergency is past.
And like W, Batman understands that there is no moral equivalence between a free society -- in which people sometimes make the wrong choices -- and a criminal sect bent on destruction. The former must be cherished even in its moments of folly; the latter must be hounded to the gates of Hell.
"The Dark Knight", then, is a conservative movie about the war on terror. And like another such film, last year's "300", "The Dark Knight" is making a fortune depicting the values and necessities that the Bush administration cannot seem to articulate for beans.
Conversely, time after time, left-wing films about the war on terror -- films like "In The Valley of Elah", "Rendition" and "Redacted" -- which preach moral equivalence and advocate surrender, that disrespect the military and their mission, that seem unable to distinguish the difference between America and Islamo-fascism, have bombed more spectacularly than Operation Shock and Awe.
Why is it then that left-wingers feel free to make their films direct and realistic, whereas Hollywood conservatives have to put on a mask in order to speak what they know to be the truth? Why is it, indeed, that the conservative values that power our defense -- values like morality, faith, self-sacrifice and the nobility of fighting for the right -- only appear in fantasy or comic-inspired films like "300," "Lord of the Rings," "Narnia," "Spiderman 3" and now "The Dark Knight"?The answers to these questions seem to me to be embedded in the story of "The Dark Knight" itself: Doing what's right is hard, and speaking the truth is dangerous. Many have been abhorred for it, some killed, one crucified.
Leftists frequently complain that right-wing morality is simplistic. Morality is relative, they say; nuanced, complex. They're wrong, of course, even on their own terms.
Left and right, all Americans know that freedom is better than slavery, that love is better than hate, kindness better than cruelty, tolerance better than bigotry. We don't always know how we know these things, and yet mysteriously we know them nonetheless.
The true complexity arises when we must defend these values in a world that does not universally embrace them -- when we reach the place where we must be intolerant in order to defend tolerance, or unkind in order to defend kindness, or hateful in order to defend what we love.We prosecute and execrate the violent soldier or the cruel interrogator in order to parade ourselves as paragons of the peaceful values they preserve. As Gary Oldman's Commissioner Gordon says of the hated and hunted Batman, "He has to run away -- because we have to chase him."
That's real moral complexity. And when our artistic community is ready to show that sometimes men must kill in order to preserve life; that sometimes they must violate their values in order to maintain those values; and that while movie stars may strut in the bright light of our adulation for pretending to be heroes, true heroes often must slink in the shadows, slump-shouldered and despised -- then and only then will we be able to pay President Bush his due and make good and true films about the war on terror.
Perhaps that's when Hollywood conservatives will be able to take off their masks and speak plainly in the light of day".
Mr. Klavan has won two Edgar Awards from the Mystery Writers of America. His new novel, "Empire of Lies" (An Otto Penzler Book, Harcourt), is about an ordinary man confronting the war on terror. Source: online.wsj.com
"Workers painted, drilled and pieced together a two-story trailer at Lake Leelanau RV Park for the set of "Youth in Revolt", a flick starring Michael Cera, Steve Buscemi, Ray Liotta and Jean Smart.
"The people who reside at the park, the snowbirds, they're just all atwitter, like Hollywood has come to our little corner of the world," said Phillip Thies, owner of Jaffe's Resale & Consignment shop in the heart of town. "They've certainly made it known they're available to be an extra."The film is described as a coming-of-age story about a 14-year-old boy chasing after a girl. It's set in northern California, but is filmed in Michigan because of the state's new film incentive program.
In April, Gov. Jennifer Granholm signed a law offering a 40 percent cash rebate on money spent on the production of movies, television shows and video games. Certain limitations apply, such as a minimum $50,000 expenditure and $2 million salary cap per employee for each production.Michigan has been a beautiful, fantastic spot for filming, Flanning said.
A few local people worked on the set, but most came in from out of state.
"We're trying to get more local crews, more people involved," he said. "There are so many productions coming in, the work crews are stretched kind of thin."
The Department of Treasury and Michigan Film Office approved 30 incentive applications since April, said Janet Lockwood, film office director.
That adds up to an expected $233 million of in-state expenditures, not including the extra money cast and crew spend at area businesses. The refundable tax credit likely will end up around $86 million or less, Lockwood said.
According to The Hollywood Reporter, The United States of Tara is a single-camera comedy starring Toni Collette as Tara, a wife and mother with dissociative identity disorder.
Larson will play Tara's smart, confident 17-year-old daughter Kate, who struggles with her mother's disorder while rebelling against the world with her own issues. The role was played in the pilot by Portia Doubleday.
John Corbett co-stars as Tara's husband and Kate's father.
Showtime recently picked up The United States of Tara from DreamWorks TV and Steven Spielberg, with a 12-episode order.
Production is slated to begin during the summer in Los Angeles". Source: www.movieweb.com "Justin Long, Fred Willard, Zach Galifinakis, Erik Knudsen and Mary Kay Place are joining Michael Cera in the Dimension Films comedy "Youth in Revolt."
Portia Doubleday will make her feature debut as Cera's love interest in Miguel Arteta's adaptation of C.D. Payne's cult novel, which also stars Steve Buscemi, Ray Liotta, Jean Smart, and M. Emmet Walsh.
Ari Graynor, Adhir Kalyan, Tricia Mara and Jonny Wright also are joining the ensemble.
Gustin Nash, Arteta and Cera wrote the adapted screenplay for Permut Presentations and Shangri-La Entertainment". Source: www.hollywoodreporter.com
"A crossover between two of Judd Apatow's most recent comedies might seem like it's jumping the gun a little bit, or that it's the product of a hash session between the stars of Pineapple Express.
Of course, that doesn't change the fact that it sounds like a totally awesome idea. With Pineapple Express out the door, star James Franco is perhaps letting the sweet smoke of success loosen his lips a little bit on what would no doubt be the greatest crossover since The Jetsons meet the Flintstones or at least that time The Critic's Jay Sherman appeared on an episode of The Simpsons. Franco recently revealed in an interview with MTV that a crossover flick between the two movies isn't just a pipe dream; it's actually something that's being kicked around right now: “Even before Superbad came out, I think the studio was trying to get them to write a sequel, but they really didn’t want to write a sequel. I guess the kids would go to college or something like that. And so, an answer to that was to do a Superbad/Pineapple Express crossover, an unprecedented crossover movie with two directors, Greg Motolla and David Gordon Green, each directing half of the movie and somehow these characters get together, which doesn’t make sense at all, but could work."
Sure, nothing is set in stone yet, but tell us the idea of Michael Cera and James Franco sharing a bro moment (broment?) over stolen beer doesn't make you smile a little bit".
"It’s the buzzword of 2008: Cross-pollination. And it’s all the rage these days thanks to Marvel’s ambitious slate, which already included Nick Fury showing up in “Iron Man” and Tony Stark showing up in “The Incredible Hulk.” So if comics can get away with it, why not Judd Apatow?We’re actually not joking. Combining Apatow’s comedies isn’t just a good idea, it’s an idea whose time very well may come soon, “Pineapple Express” star James Franco told MTV News.
When asked about the possibility of a “Pineapple Express” sequel, Franco said that not only has it been discussed, it’s about to get some real McLovin. Rogen himself has stated that he’d be interested in a “Pineapple” sequel. But how would he combine the two universes? Just ask Franco.
“I could sell them [the characters from 'Superbad'] something, but I think we’d want some action, so you know, somehow the kids get in trouble somehow and we have to get them out of it,” Franco mused. “And Seth plays characters in both movies, so somehow we’d have to kill one of them off.”
And Franco’s character Saul? The drug dealing, pot smoking, hippie based at least in part on Brad Pitt’s performance in “True Romance”?
“The thing about Saul is that I don’t really think he goes anywhere,” Franco laughed. “That’s his tragedy.”
"Jake Gyllenhaal channels his inner brute and shows off his newly buff body on the set of his latest movie, Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, in Morocco, North Africa on Monday morning. The 27-year-old actor, who has an entire mane of hair now, held hands with his actress girlfriend Reese Witherspoon. The couple spent the the weekend at the exclusive luxury Moroccan hotel Amanjena. Gyllenspoon grabbed lunch on Saturday at a Moroccan restaurant followed by a tour of the local sights.
In the film, Jake will play Dastan, a young prince in sixth century Persia who must join forces with Tamina (Gemma Arterton), a feisty and exotic princess, to prevent a villainous nobleman from possessing the Sands of Time, a gift from the gods that can reverse time and allow its possessor to rule the world". Source: JustJared.buzznet.com
"Jake Gyllenhaal is keen to start a family with Reese Witherspoon, according to a new report.
Insiders say that a baby announcement is likely to come before the couple tie the knot.
“Kids are something Jake and Reese discussed very early on,” a source tells Life & Style.
“He made it clear that he definitely wants to have children. He just wanted to make sure Reese would be willing, too, before he allowed himself to get serious with her.
“That's how important it is to him.”
Meanwhile, Jake has been busy getting in some parenting practice with Reese's kids with ex-husband Ryan Phillippe, Ava, 8, and Deacon, 4".
Groups of women friends talk and talk (and talk) throughout Death Proof, about their sex lives and their boyfriends and the music they like and other trademark Quentin Tarantino topics. However, there's that one conversation with Zoe Bell, Rosario Dawson, Mary Elizabeth Winstead and Tracy Thorn that centers around cars, and cars in movies, and one car they are itching to drive. How often do you get to hear four women talk about muscle cars? The subsequent stunts by Zoe Bell are just icing on the cake. Tarantino previously offered us another movie that followed The Bechdel Rule, Kill Bill, in which The Bride trades barbs with several women she's about to do battle with ... not to mention that scene in the hotel room. 2. Juno
I find the dialogue in this movie to be really annoying at times, but at least it covers a range of pop culture topics. You can't get away from the subject of sex or relationships in this movie -- the main character is pregnant -- but that doesn't mean that the women focus solely on the opposite sex. Admittedly, most of Juno MacGuff's conversations with other women do tend to be related to her pregnancy, but that's technically allowed under the Bechdel Rule. 3. Hairspray
Both the 2007 version and the 1989 (my favorite) meet the Bechdel Rule standards. Tracy Turnblad does have a big crush on Link Larkin, but that doesn't seem quite as important to her as dancing, keeping her hair bouffant, and fighting social injustices (sometimes all at once). Hairspray may be a fluffy musical, but it has plenty of teenage girls and their moms, as well as deejay Motormouth Maybelle, and they're far more than foils for the menfolk. (I wanted to include Mamma Mia!, and realized that although it's full of female characters, they really do only talk about the male characters.) 4. Persepolis
I know I said I wanted to focus on Hollywood films, but I couldn't resist mentioning this French film from 2007. The film is animated, but it's hardly for children. Marjane is an Iranian girl who grows up during the Islamic Revolution during the 1980s. She has some romantic encounters, but I love watching the child who wants to be like Bruce Lee as she gets in trouble in her teen years for listening to rock music, and eventually has to come to terms with how she feels about her homeland. I'm especially fond of her conversations with her grandmother, who is voiced by Catherine Deneuve.5. Bring It On
It's another teenage-girl movie, and it's about cheerleading, which is not exactly Higher Thought. Still, most movies about girls who participate in athletics or dance tend to focus on just one girl who lives for her sport or practices with the guys, and doesn't seem to have a lot of female friends. In Bring It On, we get a whole team, headed by Kirsten Dunst, with Eliza Dushku as the reluctant new cheerleader. One girl might be interested in the other girl's brother, but mostly these girls are interested in becoming cheerleading champions. Speaking of cheerleaders, I very nearly included But I'm a Cheerleader on this list, but then realized that three of the seven movies would include women in cheerleader outfits and that just seemed too damn weird. 6. Set It Off
I had to go back to 1996 for this one, but I've only seen it myself in the last year and I think it could use some attention. Queen Latifah, Jada Pinkett Smith, Viveca A. Fox and Kimberly Elise star in this F. Gary Gray film about a group of women with big-time money problems who see a possible solution in robbing banks. It takes longer to get underway than I'd like, and the ending didn't quite satisfy me, but I loved the female characters in this film, particularly Smith's and Queen Latifah's. They tend to have much bigger and more interesting problems than romance. (And I'm starting to wonder if Queen Latifah uses the Bechdel Rule to pick roles, because it's amazing how many of the films she's in that fit the criteria.) 7. Cold Comfort Farm
As long as we're going back to the 1990s, I might as well include Cold Comfort Farm, a film I love to bits. John Schlesinger directed this adaptation of Stella Gibbons' novel (which I also love) about a young woman in 1930s England who decides to move in with, and reform, her country cousins. Flora Poste (Kate Beckinsale) has to mull over her future with her friend Mrs. Smiling (Joanne Lumley), and then once she arrives at Cold Comfort Farm, dispenses advice to both male and female relatives whose lives just aren't tidy enough to suit her. I especially like the fate of Aunt Ada Doom". Source: www.cinematical.com
"Since March, when she moved to New York (and into a $3 million Tribeca penthouse she bought last year) to star in Andrew Jarecki’s "All Good Things" with Ryan Gosling—after a stint in rehab at the Cirque Lodge in Utah, which she told the press she entered for “depression”— Ms. Dunst seems to be everywhere. In the past few months, she’s been spotted walking in Soho in black shorts and a flannel shirt, hair tousled, Barack Obama Rolling Stone cover visible; in a white T-shirt dress, walking with Dave Ransone, the tattooed bartender of the Rusty Knot and East Village bar Black and White; sitting on a stoop on Broome Street while chatting on her cell phone in cut-off shorts and rugged vintage boots; watching the British indie pop group the Ting Tings at McCarren Park Pool in Williamsburg in a loose green dress and a white headband (à la Arden Wohl); strolling with Mr. Creed in a straw fedora and floral vintage dress; lunching at Café Cluny in the West Village; and dining at Freeman’s on the Lower East Side, saying to a group of people at her table, “I’m so glad I met you guys!” 
“She hasn’t been around here in like a year, and then she was nowhere, and then she just shows up in New York being seen every single night,” said a 28-year-old male model who lives in Los Angeles and is part of the bicoastal Beatrice-Chateau Marmont crowd. “She’s going to like every concert and every event, and people there are, like, obsessed with her!”
The new Kirsten (as she’s known around town) rolls out of bed, throws on one of her several pairs of Ray Bans and wanders around lower Manhattan, puffing on American Spirit Blues. She doesn’t care so much about Hollywood as she does about her image outside of it; being just another downtown brooding artist seems somehow truer than being a done-up L.A. celebrity. (Ms. Dunst’s publicist, Steven Huvane, declined to make her available for an interview.)
It’s a kind of celebrity that others with Ms. Dunst’s level of stardom, like Mary-Kate Olsen, have attempted, but failed, to cultivate; Ms. Olsen may look the part, but she’s rarely without her black Escalade and beefy bodyguards. And just a few years ago, Ms. Dunst seemed to be heading down a path well-trod by many lithe blond actresses before her. A star since the age of 11, when she kissed Brad Pitt in Interview With a Vampire, Ms. Dunst has also played a tortured young girl in Virgin Suicides; the captain of the cheerleading squad in Bring It On; 
and the title role in Marie Antoinette.
In 2002, she started dating the actor Jake Gyllenhaal. In the aftermath of their breakup in 2004, she began to be sighted in L.A. in questionable states of sobriety in the company of various actors; the gossip blogger Perez Hilton took to calling her Kirsten Drunkst. And thus, many in her circle seem to view her newfound attachment to New York as an attempt to remake herself as not just another Hollywood starlet.
A 22-year-old model met Ms. Dunst in May 2007 at the Empire Diner. Ms. Dunst overheard the model talking about a Beirut show at Bowery Ballroom and came over to ask about it. “I didn’t even recognize her, but I was like, holy cow, this person is friendly!”
Ms. Dunst also frequents East Village mixology bar Death and Co., the Lit Lounge, and Bowery Electric, where Catherine Pierce of the girl group the Pierces spins on Monday nights; in May, Ms. Dunst celebrated her 26th birthday there.
Most describe Ms. Dunst as shy and heavily guarded. Some said that she can be a party girl when no one is watching. “She doesn’t really stand out at Beatrice,” said one regular. “When Lindsay [Lohan] used to come into Bungalow 8, it was like Elizabeth Taylor was there or something, but Kirsten pretty much blends in.”
“It seemed like she went through a rough patch of maybe drinking more than she should, but I’m not one to talk,” said party photographer Patrick McMullan, who’s been photographing Ms. Dunst for years. “She really seems to be embracing New York.”
