Directed by Werner Herzog and produced by David Lynch, My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done [I liked it better when it had a shorter title] just released its first trailer (above).  According to signonsandiego:

The project is based on the case of former University of San Diego student and Old Globe actor Mark Yavorsky, who in the late ’70s killed his mother with an antique sword in Pacific Beach, apparently acting out a role from a Greek tragedy.

That’s not a spoiler, by the way.  The movie starts with the murder and then goes into creepy flashbacks.  It’s Lynch and Herzog; would you expect anything else?  Michael Shannon plays an actor playing Orestes in a play [Confused yet?].  Orestes, as we all know, killed his mother Clytemnestra to avenge the death of his father Agamemnon. *closes wikipedia page*  After returning from a trip to Peru (interlaced with plenty of Herzog’s standard man-amongst-or-against-nature scenes), the actor experiences strange delusions that culminate in AWESOME SWORD RAMPAGE!  OO WHA AA AA A!

Also, Michael Shannon’s creepiness manages to overshadow Willem Dafoe.  Kudos, my good man.  Here, let me put that lotion in the basket for you.

~ robopanda [Thanks to theplaylist for the tip.]

Michael Shannon, Willem Dafoe, Chloe Sevigny and Udo Kier have joined the cast of Werner Herzog and David Lynch’s collaboration, My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done.

The story is loosely based on events surrounding a San Diego man who acted out a Sophocles play in his mind and murdered his mother with a sword. [ScreenDaily]

In related news, I’m hard right now.  FilmDrunk was also able to obtain a future transcript of the first day of shooting:

HERZOG: Achtung! Schnell, schnell.  Ya, das ist eine script meeting. Okay ya: oont ven ve zoom een on za killer, I vant zat ve make sure za closeup ist on za eyes.  Zeess man hast no soul.  Zairfore, I vant zat ze pupils vill reflect za state of nussink, za infinite blackness zat vaits for us all.  I sink is beautiful, no?  It is like za death of za puppy, or za child who starve. Oont less light!  I hate za sunlight on my set moar zen I hate za sugar on mein cheerios.

LYNCH: Yes, yes, agreed.  And then the story picks back up seconds later, with a couple of beautiful lesbians.  We can feel it, the unbridled passion of their lovemaking, as the rats scurry beneath the floorboards.  Then, just at the height of the orgasm, our heroine picks up the phone.  “Hello?” she’ll ask, “Is anyone there?”  And who’s at the other end of the line?  Why, I’ll tell you who: A man with a chicken.

Cinema Blend is running a very suspect sounding story about Chloe Sevigny and Rachel Weisz competing for the female lead in Terminator 4.  I’ll spare you the details because it’s highly speculative and I can’t see either of those chicks doing a Terminator movie (though I can see Chloe Sevigny blowing a dude (VERY NWS)). 

The rub is that they’re going through with a fourth Terminator.  Without Arnold, without Jim Cameron.  But hey, Eddie Furlong is still rumored to be attached to the project, so I’m sure it will be really good.

When will Hollywood learn?  You can’t put the reanimated corpse of Marilyn Monroe in a slutty dress and expect her to run around the party singing "Happy Birthday, Mr. President."  She might give a decent handjob, but the magic will be gone.  What was I talking about again?  Oh yeah, a zombie Marilyn Monroe porno, someone should definitely make that.