After the jump, I’ve got the newest trailer for Louis Leterrier/Ed Norton’s upcoming The Incredible Hulk.  In this trailer, everything they say to him seems to take him one step closer to the edge (and he’s about to break).

I still don’t know how a scene with 25 minutes of CGI-buff-dude-on-CGI-buff-dude violence will be all that interesting, unless it also involves lactating, an afterbirth, or spontaneous prolapse.  What can I say, I’m a simple man who enjoys the simple pleasures. -Thanks to Liam for the tip

In the past I know I’ve called Maxim nipple-free Playboy for stupid people, and I thought naming Sarah Jessica Parker ‘Unsexiest Woman Alive’ was pretty third grade (and that’s coming from me), but I’ve got to give it up to them for their article on the 15th anniversary of True Romance.

True Romance was Quentin Tarantino’s first script made into a film (and possibly his best), directed by Tony Scott, who sort of screwed up the whole thing with super tight 80s-style close-ups and the most mismatched musical score I’ve ever heard.  Anyway, the Maxim article has interviews with all the major players.  Sample:

Gary Oldman (Drexl Spivey, pimp): I hadn’t read the script, and knew nothing about it. Tony and I had tea at the Four Seasons and he said, “Look, I can’t really explain the plot. But Drexl’s a pimp who’s white but thinks he’s black.” That was all I needed to hear. I said, “I’ll do it.”

Scott: Gary called me out of the blue and said, “I’ve got it. I know exactly who this guy is: He’s my drug dealer.”

Oldman: My drug dealer? Tony would fucking get me arrested, wouldn’t he? I’ve never had a drug dealer! I organized Drexl’s dreadlocks under my own steam. Then I went to a dentist who made the teeth. Then I thought about giving him a weird eye. I’m only in the film for about 10 minutes—I wanted to make my mark. I heard this gang of black kids outside my trailer and thought, That’s Drexl. I showed this kid my lines and said, “Does this seem authentic?” He changed some words. He said, “That don’t fly. Drexl wouldn’t say ‘titties’; he’d say ‘breasteses.’ ”

Tarantino: Those kids were clowning him, and he believed them because he didn’t know any better. Because he’s British.

Anyway, great article, I highly recommend checking it out.  But then, what do I know, I’m just a handsome racecar driver with nothing to lose.

Yahoo has a bunch of new pictures from The Incredible Hulk (trailer here), coming June 13th.  There’s a pic of Tim Roth’s hella sick armband tattoo (he also has a tramp stamp that says 99% angel, 1% abomination), but mostly it’s hulk getting pissed and smashing stuff.  He reminds me of myself when I go to the beach and kick the shit out little kids’ sand castles.  RAWR, HULK SMASH! I yell.  Sometimes they get mad, but that’s why I wear the helmet.

EW is reporting that Superbad star Jonah Hill is in negotiations to star opposite Rough LeBeouf in Transformers part Deouche.

EW cites a source saying Hill will be comic relief as LeBeouf’s college roommate.  Of course, this could all be part of Michael Bay’s alleged counter-intelligence effort. 

Reached for comment on the Hill story, Bay quipped, “Yes, it would appear we’re close to signing Jonah.  But then, sometimes there’s… more than meets the eye.”  At which point he giggled so hard a Cheerio shot out his nose. 

Honestly, Bay trying to confuse people about the plot of Transformers is like my grandma giving me false hints about where she’s hiding the Easter eggs this year.  We’re 33 now grandma, unless they’re in an omelette no one gives a shit.

Here’s the Yahoo News story accompanying the picture to your left.

We’ve seen Jim Carrey green. We’ve seen him edgy. We’ve seen him dumb (and dumber). But we’ve never seen him, um, packing.  We know very little about his role in the upcoming comedy I Love You Phillip Morris, except that he obviously plays a character with very large cojones. And an affinity for Italian designers.

To paraphrase: "We don’t know much about what’s going on other than Jim Carrey’s balls look really big.  You can’t see the actual balls because we cropped the picture at his chest, but trust us, they’re there."  Awesome, solid work.  They must’ve gone to the Fuck It Check Somewhere Else School of Journalism (Alumnus, class of ’04).  I’ve included the full picture below (Jim Carrey’s balls don’t actually look that big, but Yahoo is run by spider monkeys). 

Here’s the breakdown of the movie: 

Based on a book by Houston Chronicle crime reporter Steve McVicker, the fact-based film casts Carrey as Steven Russell, a married father whose exploits landed him in the Texas criminal justice system. He fell madly in love with his cellmate, who eventually was set free, which led Russell to escape from Texas prisons four times. Ewan McGregor and Leslie Mann co-star. [ComingSoon]

The movie was written and directed by Glenn Ficarra and John Requa, who previously scripted Bad Santa, a guilty pleasure of mine (probably number four behind autoerotic asphyxiation). Anyway, keep up the great work, Yahoo. 

[Picture source = TheBadandUgly, obviously]