Oscar bait, anyone? This is the trailer for Invictus, directed by Clint Eastwood, starring beloved actor Morgan Freeman as beloved leader of South Africa Nelson Mandela. Hoping to unite his country in the wake of apartheid, Mandela calls on Springboks captain Francois Pienaar (Mmmatt Daaaamon) to get the country behind their rugby team during the 1995 World Cup hosted by South Africa. It’s basically Cinderella Team, or District 9 without the aliens.
(”Hello, Zack Morris? I thought I told you not to call me here.”)
Green Zone seems like an odd choice for Paul Greengrass, since it looks a lot like The Bourne Supremacy and The Bourne Ultimatum, in which he also directed Matt Damon. This one’s based on Imperial Life in the Emerald City: Inside Iraq’s Green Zone, an award-winning 2006 non-fiction book by Rajiv Chandrasekaran, about the events between the end of the war and the surge and transfer of power to the Iraqis. In the movie version:
Chief Warrant Officer Roy Miller is a rogue U.S. Army officer who must hunt through covert and faulty intelligence hidden on foreign soil before war escalates in an unstable region.
(Ask Matt to do his hilarious Jackie Chan impression. On second thought, don’t.)
Opening this weekend:
The Informant!
I like Matt Damon and Steven Soderbergh and this looks pretty good, but I refuse to see it until they stop shouting the title at me. I’m not deaf, butthole.
Jennifer’s Body
Is this the one with Megan Fox in it? I hadn’t heard. …MEGAN FOX TOPLESS BUTTSEX GOOGLE UPSKIRT PICS!!
Love Happens
Love happens, sh’t happens, Jennifer Aniston happens, paint dries, death, taxes, women be shoppin’. What were we talking about again?
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs
Nothing against kid movies — hell, sometimes they’re good. But this one seems… uninspired. But the critics seem to like it. My favorite was this guy, who writes, “Meatballs, steaks, spaghetti, ice cream and candy are falling from the sky. You just described my version of heaven!” Ahh, fat people. Don’t ever stop being the butt of jokes.
People Magazine reports that Steven Soderbergh has cast the principals in his Liberace biopic: Michael Douglas as Liberace, and for his lover? MMMMAAATT DAAAAAMON.
“We’ve already done some costume and wardrobe tests on Michael, and they’re very, very, very good.” Soderbergh told a French newspaper at the Deauville Film Festival. “I swear to you, Michael amazed me. He crushed it.”
Damon, Soderbergh said, has agreed to portray Scott Thorson, the assistant/boyfriend whose 1982 palimony suit for $110 million publically outed the entertainer.
Before he died in 1987, Liberace would sue for libel any publication that implied he was gay, including The Daily Mirror, who had to pay him $22,400 for calling him “fruit-flavoured” in 1956*. My question: when the same guy later gets sued for palimony by his boyfriend and dies of AIDs, shouldn’t his estate have to pay the money back? Really, this picture should’ve been all the proof they needed:
I’m assuming the giant “S” ring stood for “Scott.”
*full, awesome quote: “…the summit of sex—the pinnacle of masculine, feminine, and neuter. Everything that he, she, and it can ever want… a deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love.”
Jennifer Aniston has signed on to star as an older woman who romances younger men in Pumas. Maybe “cougar” was trademarked? Lame. They should just call it… Cat snatch fever, dudunta-duuhh…
Story centers on two thirtysomething women who make a habit of romancing younger men and take a French skiing vacation that challenges their romantic expectations. Wayne McClammy is attached to direct from Melissa Stack’s script.
McClammy, also attached to “Cool School” for Fox and “Le Car” for MGM, signed on to the gigs after directing and co-writing the buzzed-about comedy shorts “I’m F**king Matt Damon” and follow-up “I’m F**king Ben Affleck.”
Well, he’s proved he can point a camera at Sarah Silverman and write sex-related rhymes, so clearly he’s qualified to direct a movie or three. But with a name like Wayne McClammy I can’t help but wonder if he’d be better suited to another position: Hogwarts Professor of Molestation.
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