Why yes, my head does float in a sea of blackness

Veteran creepy dude Frank Langella has signed on for The Box, with Cameron Diaz and (director) Richard Kelly, in yet another movie that could be its own porn remake. 

Provided his Donnie Darko follow up Southland Tales  (starring The Rock, Stifler, Mandy Moore, Justin Timberlake, Bai Ling, Vizzini from The Princess Bride, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Janeane Garofalo, Kevin Smith, John Larroquette and others) doesn’t somehow forever alter the space-time continuum as we know it, Richard Kelly’s The Box will feature Langella as a stranger who presents a mysterious box to a woman. When presented with mysterious box, I usually just yell "zoinks!" and hit it with a shovel.  Chicks love that.

The Box is "based on an old Richard Matheson story called Button, Button. (The basic premise is this: You’re given a magical box and if you press the button, you become rich — but a total stranger will die.)"  Just before all the possible vagina jokes short-circuited my brain, I wondered what the fuck kind of box has buttons on it.   Most of my boxes are made of cardboard.  Did they let Diaz name this box?  I mean, are we sure it’s actually a box and not, like, a shirt, or a television remote? Because she’s really bad with household objects.  One time I asked her to pass the salt and she handed me a tube of shaving cream. Who even has that at the dinner table?