Evan from Severin Films has come through with yet another awesome, EXCLUSIVE clip for us to enjoy, this time from Alexander Jodorowsky’s Santa Sangre.  I’d never heard of that person or that film before today, but now that I have, it’s like discovering my dad’s Playgirls Playboys.

Allow me to recap: a greasy Latin man finds some special needs kids at a movie theater, where he gives them all cocaine and takes them to a tranny dance party.  That’s not all, but I won’t spoil the ending.  Basically, it’s like if Charlie Sheen was a special ed teacher.  (Holy crap, someone write that idea down).

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As the first half of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is set to hit theaters on November 19, 20-year old Emma Watson recently told London’s Sunday Times that she has enjoyed her legacy as Hermione Granger and that she wants to celebrate it instead of trying to move beyond it with edgier roles. In fact, Watson said that she is putting her foot down on two specific things – nudity and cocaine. Coincidentally, her upcoming cameo on Two and a Half Men was canceled.

Watson, who has been attending Brown University to feel normal and grounded, insists that she’s a strong actress who doesn’t need to shed her clothes for success. Oy New York Daily News, fancy a dismissive wank, guvna?

The British starlet added that she’s not “so paranoid or insecure” that she needs to shock others in order to convince them she can play a different role.

“I don’t want everyone to forget me as Hermione,” she told the magazine. “I’m really proud of her.”

But that doesn’t mean Watson is going to avoid taking risks entirely.

“I wished I’d done more naughty things,” she told the UK Sun of her time growing up on set. “Three months ago I cut my hair and at that moment I felt I became a woman.”

Yes, she cut her long hair ridiculously short so she looks like a 16-year old boy and now she finally feels like a woman. Whatever, at least she’s not complaining about being rich. Wait, what’s that, Reuters? She IS complaining about being absurdly filthy wealthy?

“By the third or fourth film, the money was starting to get … serious. I had no idea. I felt sick, very emotional. It was a real shock,” the actress told Vogue in the interview.

What did she think she was making when she was acting in all of these incredibly successful films? Skee ball tickets? If she’s so sick over her estimated $34 million fortune, then she should donate it to charity. For instance, my new “Home For Half-Naked, Coked Up Actresses.” Please make checks payable to CASH.

Oh my God, is that a broken chair leg?

TMZ regularly uses blurry, badly-cropped photos of celebrities to accompany all of their stories, because it creates the illusion that the photo was hastily snapped as the celebrity was running away from the scene of a scandal. They do this regardless of where, when, or in how high-quality the original photo was taken (exhibit A, B, C).  Strangely, they’ve apparently taken the same approach to pictures of Charlie Sheen’s “HOTEL ROOM CARNAGE!”  This despite the fact that hotel rooms presumably don’t run away or cover your camera when you try to photograph them.  C’mon, man, take some time! What were you, being chased? Here are some of the photos, and I swear I actually tried to make these look better.

Mother of God, there are pillows EVERYWHERE.  What kind of sick person would do this?
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By now you’ve no doubt heard about Charlie Sheen being rushed to the hospital by his ex-wife this morning, but I’m just going to pile onto this gangbang like one of Charlie Sheen’s hookers.  Turns out our country’s highest-paid TV star and leading ugly shirt wearer was found coked up and naked in a trashed hotel room, and was taken to a hospital accompanied by his ex-wife, Denise Richards, who was staying at the same hotel.  Other highlights:

Sheen’s representative says the actor was taken to a hospital after an allergic reaction to medication. The spokesman, Stan Rosenfield, said Sheen is expected to be released Wednesday.

That medication?  Uncle Twitchy’s Famous Throat & Nostril Anaesthetic. (It’s the wonder powder!)

Security at the Plaza Hotel on Fifth Avenue called 911 around 2 a.m. where they found the actor who appeared highly intoxicated, sources said.  Richards accompanied Sheen to New York/Presbyterian Hospital, according to reports. Sheen was reportedly in New York on a family vacation. [CBSNewYork]

That family vacation?  The kind where you leave your wife at home and hang out with hookers:

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(Diora Baird is really open-minded)

David Fincher’s The Social Network looks like a slick, Oliver Stone-y take on the Facebook founder to the point that it borders on parody, but there’s a silver lining to that cloud: a scene where they snort cocaine of chicks’ boobs, like in Any Given Sunday. I hear your mom tried to pull the same thing with some microwave meth, but ruined it by lactating. ;-(

In an article published Friday, producer Scott Rudin told the New York Times that he has been involved in a months-long dialog with Facebook execs to assuage concerns about the film. He said he allowed certain execs to read the script and made changes to accommodate small requests. He also said he had not decided whether to cut or alter a scene depicting Sean Parker [Justin Timberlake], a Napster co-founder who played a major role in the early days of Facebook, delivering a key speech at a party while two young women offer lines of cocaine from naked breasts. One person told the Times that the Parker scene was mostly made up, though Rudin said his main concern about the scene was whether it would jeopardize a PG-13 rating.
Now sources tell THR the scene will remain in the film, set for release October 1. [HollywoodReporter]

Well it’s nice to see that film doesn’t resort to cheap sensationalism.  Also, snorting coke of a girl’s boobs?  That’s sooo passé.  Hey, Social Network, 1975 called, it wants its drug trick back.  You figure out a way to get a cherry lit on a chick’s labes and suck the smoke out her ass like a bong, then I’ll be impressed.

Sidenote: the only bigger coke fiend than Chuck E. Cheese is Chester Cheetah.