James Franco recently told an MTV interviewer (our old pal “Cuddly Josh” Horowitz, same guy from the last post) that he’d have no problem doing “sex for real” on camera for the right role. Oh, you mean the guy who watched a male prostitute have gay sex, carved “Brad Renfro” into his arm for art, sold people “invisible art“, filmed naked dudes playing basketball, and used money from Gucci to film himself walking around Paris with a dick strapped to his face is willing to do crazy things for his art? Friends, please recommend a good pearl cleaner, for I fear I’ve smudged mine from all of the clutching.

Things get really real in “Interior. Leather Bar.” — including the sex scenes.
The film is James Franco’s re-examination of Al Pacino’s 1980 flick “Cruising,” and it has some real-life sexy times in it. While Franco avoids getting in on any of the action in the NSFW flick — which just debuted at the Sundance Film Festival — he did tell MTV News that, for the right project, he would consider pulling a Shia LaBeouf and have sex for real with the cameras rolling.
“I’d say under the right circumstances. There are a lot of circumstances,” he said, with co-director Travis Mathews by his side. “Who’s involved? Both behind-the-scenes, behind the camera, in front of the camera.”

Oh please, Shia LaBeouf is like a child’s crude drawing of James Franco. Shia LaBeouf only does weird stuff in the hopes that someone might subconsciously associate him with James Franco and start thinking of him as something more than a cut-rate Logan Lerman. The weird thing about Franco is that once upon a time, he seemed genuinely, refreshingly self-aware. Taking money from Gucci to walk around Paris with a dick strapped to his face in particular was brilliant, Bill Murray-level performance art. But at some point, between bragging about his blogging awards and feuding with Gawker, and writing a name-droppy poem for Obama, all his self-awareness seems to have evaporated. Is the combination of fame and academia simply so corrosive that it leaves one defenseless against the inevitable onset of self-seriousness? Or is this just Franco’s long game, setting us up for an even deeper dicknosing? The only person who can answer that is Brad Renfro, and Brad Renfro is dead, my friend. But I hope so. I so adore a dicknosing.

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"And that's me in a broom closet with the director of 'Jumper'."

In case you’re a functioning member of society and not an illiterate teenage girl, you might have missed the MTV Video Music Awards last night, as the network that once routinely played music videos remains locked in a limbo of painful irony. At some point between Chris Brown fans butchering the English language in celebration of his award for Best Autotuned Woman Beater and Dwight Howard pretending he’s a huge celebrity, MTV unleashed a brand new 90-second trailer for The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 2 (Holy Sh*t Is This Over Yet).

The trailer promises fans the “epic finale” as we watch Bella get used to her new vampire powers by f*cking up nature, while Taylor Lautner shows up and is like, “Shirt? Never heard of it. ABS!” But then some vampire lady is all like, “Their baby is a crime” and the vampire police come to break up the Cullen party. And I’m sure it all looks so fantastic to Twilight fans, especially that part where Edward is like, “You know what vampires hate? Kung fu.”

But I noticed it was a little light on something. Great job by the producers to almost completely refrain from showing any connection between Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson. Regardless, I’ve got $10 that says these two are sucking face on the red carpet for this film’s premiere, because if Rihanna can kiss Chris Brown at the VMAs, then love can make anything possible.

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"From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank these guys for really showing me what dressing like a rich gypsy drag queen was all about."

I didn’t watch the MTV Movie Awards last night because I have HBO and I’m not 13, but rest assured, I still got lots of shouty emails about it. One of the most “exciting!” “outrageous!” and “unexpected!” moments of the evening, I’m told, was when Johnny Depp received the “Generations Award” from Aerosmith’s Steven Tyler and Joe Perry, and then took the stage to play guitar with the Black Keys. As for his sick outfit, Mystery would approve. Accessories are very sexual.

Look, I’m not saying Johnny Depp isn’t a great actor (thought I DO think he and Tim Burton need to be separated immediately, like two kids who won’t stop playing grabass on the bus) or that he isn’t still cooler than 99 percent of the people in Hollywood, I’m just saying that when you’ve got on more scarves, beads, chains, and dangly accessories than both the guys from Aerosmith combined, that maybe it’s time for a fashion intervention. The guy wears more layers of clothing than a medieval clergyman.

Video, and full list of winners after the jump. SPOILER ALERT: Jennifer Aniston got “best onscreen dirtbag.” Now if you’ll excuse me, my saracastiquote button is about to overheat, so I need to write about something else for a while.

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Joseph Gordon-Levitt sat down with MTV to promote his new film 50/50 and of course the conversation turned to The Dark Knight Rises. He could sit down to announce that the cure for AIDS is Jaden Smith’s bone marrow and the next question would still be: “Are you playing Robin?”

And the answer will still be:

“You know I can’t have this conversation, man.”

Adding: “I’m serious, bro. Chris Nolan is a crazy mother*cker, man. You know that old Rutger Hauer movie Deadlock? Nolan put one of those bomb things on me, except it’s wrapped around my balls, man. You gotta help me, bro!”

But seriously, since that’s neither a yes or a no, the speculation train will keep making the rounds and people will keep believing that Christopher Nolan or any actors working on the third and final installment of his Batman trilogy would even so much as fart out a secret at this point. Or maybe they’re just sending us cryptic messages that can only be deciphered by watching hardcore pornography for the next 48 hours. In which case, I already have 12 hours of practice.

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The first teaser for The Hunger Games premiered last night at the MTV VMAs (watch it below), and you could practically hear MTV praying for this to become the new Twilight. It was directed by Gary Ross (Seabiscuit, Pleasantville) and stars nubile Oscar nominee Jennifer Lawrence, so at least that’s an upgrade over Pouty McLipbite. According to IMDB, it also stars Liam Hemsworth, Josh Hutcherson, and Elizabeth Banks. Yay, Caucasians!

In a dystopian future America is now Panem, a nation made up of twelve impoverished districts, all ruled by a militant capitol where technology and excess are a way of life. Every year the capitol holds a televised battle royal, where one male and female teenager from the twelve districts must battle to the death for the pleasure of capitol. When a young hunter from District 12 named Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence) sacrifices herself to save her little sister from the games, she embarks on a brave fight for survival that could change a nation. [Screenrant]

When I first heard about it, I thought it sounded like your basic post-apocalyptic, battle-to-the-death movie that they release every four months. But this time, it’s based on a book. Ooh la la!

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