Friends, I love nothing more than writing intelligent parody, critical analysis, and cultural criticism for you, and I hope that’s what keeps you coming back, but every once in a while I’m more than content to let the content flash its boobs and soak up page-views speak for itself. Here’s Sofia Vergara’s magnificent, lace-covered breasts in New York yesterday, where she was filming Fading Gigolo with Sharon Stone, which is being directed by John Turturro, and co-stars Woody Allen and Liev Schrieber. Sweet, all the pervs are here.

Fioravante decides to become a professional Don Juan as a way of making money to help his cash-strapped friend, Murray. With Murray acting as his “manager”, the duo quickly finds themselves caught up in the crosscurrents of love and money.

Every time Sharon Stone films a sex scene, I have to wonder if it involves a bathtub full of pee. Maybe she got nicer after her husband got bit by a Komodo dragon? I don’t know. Also, has anyone seen Romance & Cigarettes, John Turturro’s musical with James Gandolfini? It looked… strange. Anyway, long-story short, BOOBS! BOOBS! BOOBS! BOOBS! BOOBS! BOOBS! (*puts on foam cowboy hat, dances jig, fires two pistols into the air, which light a giant banner made of sparklers reading “BOOBS!” as skywriter flies by in biplane*)

Also, question for Spanish speakers: “Verga” is Spanish slang for penis. So couldn’t “Vergara” be taken to mean “penis handler” or “one who works with penises?” “Penis charmer,” perhaps? These are the things that keep me up at night.

[more pics at TheSuperficial]

UPDATE – No update, really, just wanted to make sure the people who weren’t here yesterday would still see this.

The latest Rolling Stone has a fantastic article on the 10th anniversary of The Big Lebowski, detailing how it evolved into a cult phenomenon. As a thanks to RS, you should check out their interview with Steve Buscemi, who assures us that hearing “Shut the f-ck up, Donny” never gets old, and you’re totally original for saying that. Anyway, some fun tidbits from the article include: The story of how Jeff Bridges wasn’t the Coens’ first choice for The Dude.

When they wrote the script, the Coens didn’t have any particular actor in mind for the Dude. But one name came up early: Mel Gibson, then one of the biggest stars in Hollywood. …But Gibson didn’t take the pitch too seriously, and the Coens moved on with their Dude search, inviting Jeff Bridges to a meeting at the Broadway Deli in Santa Monica.
There, Ethan laid out the story of Lebowski and described the character of the Dude as someone who just lounges around all day, hangs out with his buddies and smokes weed.
A light went on above Bridges’ head. “I’m one of those guys,” he said.

It’s hard to imagine the Dude hating The Eagles and the Jews, but there you go. The only other actor I can picture as the Dude is Nic Cage, but I can picture him anywhere (sometimes he visits me in dreams). …But back to the article – any discussion of a Hollywood classic wouldn’t be complete without sacrilegious sequel talk.

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Watch the trailer here

Anthony Hopkins wrote, directed, scored and stars in Slipstream, "about a man, who’s caught in a slipstream of time falling back on itself and he remembers his own future."

From the trailer, it looks like it’s David Lynch meets Slaughterhouse 5.  It’s also got John Turturro and Christian Slater, who’s finally off the couch.  

I don’t think Hopkins will be winning any best actor awards for this one.  Pretty sure acting like a confused old man isn’t much of a stretch.  I was in a movie about a handsome movie blogger with a heart of gold, and I didn’t win any acting awards, but the film won the jury prize at the My Stuffed Animals film festival.  Best picture?  Ladybugs.