<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, philip seymour hoffman]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, philip seymour hoffman]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/philipseymourhoffman http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/philipseymourhoffman <![CDATA[Elijah Wood Is the Most Critically-Acclaimed Actor, Freddie Prinze, Jr. the Most Hated]]> Indie mag Miller-McCune performed mathematical voodoo on a zillion movie reviews to figure out critics' favorite and least favorite actors, as well as which critics are the nicest and the meanest.

Using scores from Metacritic, Miller-McCune weighted the critical scores of actors' movies with the relative size of their roles in those movies. The final list shows that everyone who was in Lord of the Rings is an awesome actor with great taste in projects, with Elijah Wood topping the list and Viggo Mortenson and Ian Holm (the British geezer who played Bilbo Baggins) making the top four, too. Philip Seymour Hoffman is as serious an actor as you think he is, and Jessica Alba is as big a hack. Bottoming out the list was Freddie Prinze, Jr., followed by someone named Eddie Griffin and a tragic Matthew Lillard who had so much potential, once. Here's an abridged sampler:

Equally interesting was scatterplot showing the relative niceness and consistency of America's 25 most prolific movie critics. We discover that the Chicago Tribune's Michael Wilmington drinks the kool-aid more than any other critic, followed by the Chicago Sun-Times' Roger Ebert's perennially upraised thumbs. The meanest critic in America is the Austin Chronicle's Marc Savlov, who gives low scores but deviates regularly. On the other hand, TV Guide's Maitland McDonagh gives low scores and has a relatively low standard deviation from her mean score, meaning she's always stone cold.

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<![CDATA[Today in Sundance Hell: Remembering 'Sex,' And Philip Seymour Hoffman Phones It In]]> Greetings from Park City, where Defamer today launches its journey into the heart of hype, underdogs and testicle-shrinking cold. More on that a little later, but for now, we're thawing out with the latest headlines:

· This year marks the 20th anniversary of an unknown Steven Soderbergh shuffling into town with a print of sex, lies, and videotape and leaving on Harvey Weinstein's hulking shoulders — kind of a for-better-or-for-worse Sundance benchmark touchingly remembered today in the LAT: "'We had very low expectations,' Soderbergh recalled. 'I was hoping the film would be a résumé piece; it would get shown and I could meet some people and maybe get another job.'" So! Lesson to all budding Sundance filmmakers: Low expectations.

· Lesson No. 2: It's just fine to have your Oscar-winning male lead phone his performance in. You might even get that prestigious opening-night slot like Mary & Max director Adam Elliot, who couldn't afford to fly Philip Seymour Hoffman to Australia for looping. Try it sometime!

· This is about as close as we're going to take you to the neighboring Slamdance Film Festival. Sorry.

· While we have our eye on the distributors lobbing cash at this year's likely bidding-war darlings, a distinguished second tier of indies including Zeitgeist, Kino, and the Adam Yauch-owned Oscilloscope Laboratories will do the respectable thing and attempt to acquire actual art. We tip our fur-lined cap. OK, that's enough, it's fucking freezing.

· That said, expect to find the rest of festival society joining David Carr for deep, precious lungfuls of fresh mountain hype. At least he's honest.

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<![CDATA[Philip Seymour Hoffman Awfully Defensive About His 'Doubt' Priest's Extracurricular Choirboy Activities]]> Here's a couple lessons for all you rookie reporters assigned to cover the Hollywood beat: 1. Make sure your "SHOWBIZ PRESS" pass is always facing outward in the band of your fedora. 2. Place a decoy in that neaby row of telephone booths—that way you can call your scoop into the paper the second it happens. 3. Never, under any circumstance, ask Philip Seymour Hoffman for insights regarding the true nature of the possible child-molesting priest character he plays in Doubt.

As you'll soon learn from the junket audio above—in which a reporter gallingly demands of the actor, "How important was it to you to know what really happened?"—the results are not pretty. His response: "My whole issue with that question is that I think everyone's trying to get me to say what it is. And I think it's so selfish. Soo selfish. Of course I have to fill in the blank of that character—you know that, right? You know that? (Stunned silence.) Say 'yes.' (Nervous laughter.)"

Yes, that's it exactly. This greedy, self-absorbed reporter wanted to trip Hoffman up and have him reveal the truth about what happened between his character and the impressionable African-American schoolboy with whom he developed a suspiciously intimate bond. Had Hoffman fallen for the ruse, it would have instantly rendered the title Doubt utterly obsolete, and ruined the molesty surprise!

We think he's been spending a little too much time under a naked lightbulb in Sister Aloysius Beauvier's interrogation room. We get it. It's all very doubtful. We don't know if you did it. That's what drives the drama. But c'mon—try a poker face next time. Hoffman got so defensive, we're just going to assume he diddled John Patrick Shanley's screenplay in his trailer between takes.

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<![CDATA[ Whoa: The opening night film at the Sundance...]]> Whoa: The opening night film at the Sundance Film Festival is typically regarded as pedestrian fare, so we had little hope for this year's selection. Then, this morning, programmers announced the 2009 pick: Mary and Max, a claymation movie starring Toni Collette and Philip Seymour Hoffman, narrated by Dame Edna. We could only be more excited if Hoffman's wrinkly avatar somehow resembles Omar from The Wire. [Sundance]

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<![CDATA[ Double Happiness: When you look at this...]]> Double Happiness: When you look at this picture of Philip Seymour Hoffman, what do you see? Wait, what? That's Omar from The Wire? C'mon, kids — where's your inner film cineaste? If you had the imagination of Todd Solondz, you'd take Omar's portrayer, Michael K. Williams, and cast him in your new Happiness sequel to play the exact same obscene caller Hoffman essayed in the first film. indieWIRE's Peter Knegt was the first to look at the sequel's full synopsis and notice that every character from the first film is returning after a wild, Palindromes-style recast. Paul Reubens is Jon Lovitz. Ciarin Hinds is Dylan Baker. Sadly, Paris Hilton is not Camryn Manheim. [indieWIRE]

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<![CDATA[Javier, Philip, and Jake Are Fortified With 8 Essential Vitamins And Iron]]> You may recall that about six months ago, we posted a Photoshop contest winning entry featuring the inspired casting of Javier Bardem as everyone's favorite Prince of Dark Chocolateyness, Count Chocula. We said at the time that we'd definitely shell out for such a movie were it ever to be made, and threw out the suggestion of Philip Seymour Hoffman and Jake Gyllenhaal to play his monstrous kiddie cereal cohorts, Frankenberry and Boo Berry.

Just in time for Halloween, the same digital artiste who conceived the original has sent us his rendering of our proposed dream cast in the breakfast mascot roles they were clearly born to play. Seriously—we don't mean to toot our own horns here, but Jake channels his delicious inspiration right down to those half-cocked eyebrows, wonky smirk, and sleepy boo eyes. What are you waiting for, Hollywood. Poor some milk on this sucker and make some magic happen!

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<![CDATA[Why Not to Miss 'Synecdoche, New York,' The Best Film of 2008]]> Charlie Kaufman's directing debut Synecdoche, New York is the most inaccessible, challenging, infuriating, stupefying, heartbreaking film of 2008. It's also the best American movie we've seen this year, and as noted here this morning, it's required viewing this weekend for anyone who wants to be on our good side. Or history's good side, for that matter — and here are five reasons why.

1. Philip Seymour Hoffman. Period. When we called our shot for Brad Pitt as the likely winner in a crowded Best Actor field, we hadn't yet seen Hoffman as Caden Cotard, a Schenectady, N.Y., regional theater director at odds with his painter wife Adele (Catherine Keener) and his own chronically afflicted body. When Adele and his young daughter leave him for new, famous lives in Berlin, Caden spends the next 30 years funneling a Macarthur "genius" grant into staging his masterpiece: A city within a city, populated by himself, his doppelganger (Tom Noonan), his doppelganger's doppelganger and those of the people closest to him. Yet nobody and nothing is as close to Caden as his own admitted psychosis, the layers of which collapse onto and into each other in scene after scene.

Sounds great, right? Except, well, it is. Portraying a man vexed by doctors, lovers, work and ultimately himself (aging decades in the process), Hoffman digs into an adventure of suffering as ludicrous as it is bittersweet. In one crucial scene when the hunt for his estranged daughter takes him to Berlin, what little interaction they have both validates and fetishizes his paranoia — just one of dozens of metaphysical stunts that make Hoffman's performance thrilling and really kind of inspiring. He not only gets but owns all this mindbending melancholy, and for the maybe first time ever, we felt like we had a guide in our tumble down the Kaufman rabbit hole.

2. Six extraordinary roles for women. Starting with Samantha Morton as Caden's theater receptionist-turned-lover-turned-right-hand Hazel (and then Emily Watson as the woman who depicts her in his play), Synecdoche features enough dynamic parts for actresses to fill its own Oscar category. Michelle Williams and Dianne Wiest contribute brilliant turns as Caden's second wife and fourth doppelganger, respectively, but Hope Davis walks away with her scenes as arguably the world's worst couples therapist:

3. Charlie Kaufman gets to be Charlie Kaufman. Like director and former collaborator Michel Gondry, whose screenwriting debut Science of Sleep found a grandly ambitious balance of theory and technique that slipped through the twee seams of their Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Kaufman and his vision seem more potent and personal on their own. (Don't get us started about his overrated work with Spike Jonze.) It's another nifty trick under the circumstances; as Manohla Dargis alludes to in her fantastic NYT review, an opus about failure is itself a staggering creative success that took decidedly less than a lifetime to make. And for better or worse, it can happen to you. Maybe not the part about bedding Michelle Williams, but that never ends well anyway.

4. Hazel lives in a house on fire. Why? Kaufman professes not to know, but it makes already great scenes (and a classic, climactic bit of dark humor) altogether memorable.

5. Adele Lack's paintings. The square-inch canvases on display through the weekend at the Montalban Gallery are too absurdly small to require the paint-spattered basement workshop where Keener's character composes them, but we think their clues to Caden's past, present and future symbolize the rewards viewers earn for accepting an artist's challenge. Sound familiar? Like so much of the rest of Synecdoche, New York, it really is your life. We'd sincerely hate to see you miss it.

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<![CDATA[ Doubt to Open AFI Fest: The Oscar-bait shuffle...]]> Doubt to Open AFI Fest: The Oscar-bait shuffle that is AFI Fest's opening night settled down late Thursday when organizers announced Doubt as its Oct. 30 replacement for The Soloist. It will be the Meryl Streep/Philip Seymour Hoffman drama's world premiere following a quiet test screening this summer and a private screening last night for its original Broadway cast and select press. Among them evidently was Tom O'Neil, to whom Scott Rudin expressed nervousness about sharing Doubt on the AFI stage still relatively early in Oscar season (the film opens small Dec. 12). And really, with one horse already down and only one other left in the race after this, can you blame him? OK, fine — so can we. Zip it, Rudin. [Gold Derby]

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<![CDATA[Oh, No ... It’s You Guys Again]]>

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It must’ve been a case of déjà vu for actor Jonah Hill as a photographer sneaked up on him again while jogging in Hollywood. However, this time around, the photographer did not tempt Hill with cupcakes or other delicious treats. Instead, the photographer was more interested in Hill’s beard and simply asked, “What’s the deal with the beard, dude?” Hill explained that he was growing the beard because he’s going to do a guest spot on Deadliest Catch as well as to make a stab at credibility. Hill said, “Philip Seymour Hoffman has a really nice beard growing there. He’s pretty well respected. Maybe, if I had one of those things, I’d be able to do more dramatic work. Something intense or maybe a part as Nick Nolte’s crazy long lost son.”

[Photo Credit: Splash Pics]

*A Call To The Bullpen is a work of fiction. Although the pictures we use are most certainly real, Defamer does not purport that any of the incidents or quotations you see in this piece actually happened. Lighten up, people ... it's a joke.

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<![CDATA[Philip Seymour Hoffman on 'Batman' Rumors: Why So Erroneous?]]> In recent weeks, rumors that Philip Seymour Hoffman would play the Penguin in the next Batman installment have become so widespread that even Michael Caine began to repeat them as fact (claiming that he first read of them in a newspaper, then confirmed the rumors with a WB executive). However, if Hoffman is soon to don a monocle and top hat, this is the first he's heard of it (and he's totally going to miss his call time). Speaking to MTV News at the Toronto Film Festival, Hoffman said that much like a persistent archvillain, the Penguin rumor is one that reappears to torment him every few years:

“No one has talked to me about it ever — never,” replied Hoffman. “It happened, like, five years ago, too. It was a rumor back then and it’s still a rumor. [laughs] It’s just in the press. It’s funny.”

...“I’m such a fan of those movies,” related Hoffman. “Comic book movies in general I look forward to — I am a real cheerleader for them. I want them to do well because those are terrific stories. As a kid I was a big comic book collector. What [Nolan]’s doing is taking it in a whole other exciting great place. I’m more a fan, so the interest of being in it isn’t that great. It’s more the interest in wanting to see the next one. It’s probably better that way.”

When further pressed for his level of interest in the role if Warner Bros. approached him about the role, Hoffman said, “I don’t know. I think I’m more interested in seeing someone else do it. I don’t know if I’d be a good Penguin to be quite honest. [laughs]”

Truth be told, we could never quite believe the rumors that placed both the Penguin and Catwoman in Christopher Nolan's next film — does he really want to remake Batman Returns? Similarly, we don't expect Johnny Depp as the Riddler, since that villain already toplined the third installment of the prior series. If, as he's said, Nolan intends to dip much deeper into Batman's rogues gallery, let's start the rumors right here, right now. Can we get an "amen" for Shia as Killer Croc?

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<![CDATA[Philip Seymour Hoffman Finally Washes Ashore]]>

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Deadliest Catch star Philip Seymour Hoffman just returned to solid land after being out to sea for a few months catching crabs. Hoffman arrived just in time to partake in the Toronto Film Festival and was looking forward to watching some movies. Hoffman said, "As long as it doesn't involve fish, fishing or the ocean, I'll watch it. I'll even watch that new Nicolas Cage movie."

[Photo Credit: Splash Pics]

*A Call To The Bullpen is a work of fiction. Although the pictures we use are most certainly real, Defamer does not purport that any of the incidents or quotations you see in this piece actually happened. Lighten up, people ... it's a joke.

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<![CDATA[You Know It's A Slows News Day When We Watch Philip Seymour Hoffman Have Lunch]]>

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Academy Award winner Philip Seymour Hoffman was spotted at famed Italian restaurant, Saint Ambroeus, enjoying a hardy spaghetti lunch. Hoffman was enjoying the peace and tranquility of his lunch until a few photographers showed up and snapped away. Hoffman attempted to create a fort around his table using menus and a book to block from being spied on. However, a strong gust of wind knocked over the fort right as the Charlie Wilson's War star took a bite of his meal.

[Photo Credit: Flynet]

*A Call To The Bullpen is a work of fiction. Although the pictures we use are most certainly real, Defamer does not purport that any of the incidents or quotations you see in this piece actually happened. Lighten up, people ... it's a joke.

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<![CDATA[Today in Cannes Hell: Gwyneth Paltrow's Breast, Critic Riots and a Word with Charlie Kaufman]]> With the minor exception of missing out on Jim Toback's documentary on Mike Tyson (which will screen here this fall anyway — we can wait), the only regret we have so far about sitting out the Cannes Film Festival is our absence at the mini-riot that preceded the press screening of director James Gray's drama Two Lovers, starring Joaquin Phoenix and Gwyneth Paltrow. That's when we're at our best, as were Lou Lumenick and the "major U.S. film critic" (*cough* Manohla Dargis *cough*) who apparently exclaimed, "I'm not going to wait an hour for f—-ing James Gray" before an ensuing screening delay, shoving match and seating free-for-all.

Like his resilient cousins in the roach family, Roger Friedman naturally outlasted the meltdown and later delivered his sterling, tasteful review, "Gwyneth Paltrow Bares a Breast in Film":

You don't really think of Oscar-winner Gwyneth Paltrow as the racy type. But in her new film, Two Lovers, which debuted at the Cannes Film Festival Monday night, she quite surprisingly bares a single breast. The shot is, shall we say, head-on into the camera. And it's for more than a couple of seconds. This is no wardrobe malfunction. It's on purpose. (To paraphrase a great Seinfeld quote: "They're real ... and they're spectacular!")
Of course, this moment — it's the left breast, by the way — is meant to be part of the story; it's exactly what her manipulative character would do to land her man, in this case a character played by Joaquin Phoenix. In Two Lovers, Phoenix plays a mentally jumbled lonely guy who tries to juggle romances with both Paltrow's selfish car crash of a mistress and Vinessa Shaw's girl next door.

Thank you, Roger — back to the hospital, now. Other viewers including Anne Thompson, Glenn Kenny and even Jeffrey Wells (who, mere months after notoriously requesting nude stills of Shaw from 3:10 to Yuma director James Mangold, thinks she's miscast here) managed entire reviews without mentioning the nudity, expressing admiration for the film overall. It's still looking for US distribution, which we hear films featuring Oscar-winning actresses' breasts are highly likely to find.

Also seeking a buyer is Charlie Kaufman's directorial debut Synecdoche, New York. The film stars Philip Seymour Hoffman as a theater director creating "the ultimate play: a city within a city within a warehouse," according to The Hollywood Reporter's interview Monday with Kaufman — who would like to object to his reputation as a recluse, damn it:


The first thing people will say to me in interviews is that you don't do interviews and I'll say "Well, I'm sitting here talking to you!" I don't particularly like to be photographed and I don't like to talk about my personal life — that doesn't make me a recluse. My feeling is that my work speaks about my life in ways that are very generous. ... I live a regular mundane life in Los Angeles. Don't know what else to say except I'm not here cowering in a corner. I don't have a veil over my head. I don't say "I vant to be alone."

Got it! Now that that's settled, perhaps Kaufman and his backers at Sidney Kimmel Pictures might want to answer Anne Thompson's fantastic question: Why the nervous rush to screen it for impatient buyers before its premiere on May 23? "If they had the goods," she writes, "the sellers would hang tough and force the buyers to just stick around and wait." It's still inconclusive to those of us stranded on this side of the Atlantic, but a new batch of clips featuring an aged Hoffman, a tattooed Michelle Williams and the word "urologist" used as a punchline has us smelling a hit. Happy selling, gang.

UPDATE: Our hunch-dar appears to have betrayed us; we've heard from Manohla Dargis herself that she was not the angry critic who fled the Two Lovers scene. We regret the misread; these blind items just get harder and harder!

[Photo: Getty Images]

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<![CDATA[Paper Mag's Top Ten Worst Nude Scenes Are Disturbingly Delicious]]> Normally the opportunity to see celebs naked on film is worthy of spending whatever it takes to buy the DVD and add it to your dirty collection. Heather Graham in Boogie Nights comes to mind, as does Halle Berry in Monster's Ball. But when folks like Philip Seymour Hoffman and Kathy Bates are flashing their naughty bits in crystal clear HD, we tend to shut our eyes fast the way we do whenever a particularly gruesome scene from the Saw franchise comes on. Nevertheless, Paper Magazine compiled a totally excellent Top Ten list of the worst nude scenes they've ever seen and, while the images aren't pretty, they're still perfect for a good cry/laugh for a Friday afternoon. Some NSFW stills from his list we managed to wrangle after the jump, if you dare...

Though Paper didn't dare dig up any terribly revealing visuals of the gory scenes in question (Ed. Note - What a bunch of squares!), we dug up a few from his top five. For all two of you interested in salivating over Hoffman's flabby butt, Patrick Dempsey's censored full-frontal or Julie Andrews' surprisingly perfect rack, today's your day.

Julie Andrews kinda makes us wanna switch sides in S.O.B.:
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Patrick Dempsey, the lone attractive male example on Paper's list, in Some Girls:
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And PSH giving Marisa Tomei the ol' doggie in Before The Devil Knows You're Dead:
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<![CDATA[The Only Actor Race That Matters: How They Look Shirtless]]> While we've attempted to handicap the Oscars acting races as best as we know how, we've failed to factor in one crucial angle: how yumcakes the male nominees look without a shirt on! Luckily, TheSword.com (site mildly NSFW) has come through, compiling A Shirtless Gallery of all the sexy thespians up for gold. It's a seemingly wonderful idea that takes a turn for the not-so-wonderful when they veer into Hoffman/Holbrook/Wilkinson territory.

Still, sharp-minded Oscar watchers (not an Alzheimer's joke, we swear!) might recall us noting a similarly skintastic rundown of last year's Breast Supporting Actress nominees, and, quite frankly, if Dame Judi Dench shaking her funbags didn't kill us, then we imagine we'd survive a glimpse at Holbrook in high-waisted swim trunks. The guy, after all, has been satisfying Dixie Carter for years, and she's a lot of woman.

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<![CDATA[Trade Round-Up: 'Cars' To Win Weekend By Default]]> · Var declares this summer "most competitive weekend," meaning that no one is really that excited about seeing new releases Lake House, Nacho Libre,
or The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, and will probably just wind up going to Cars again. [Variety]
· Sigourney Weaver is in negotiations to join the budget-conscious cast of Matthew Fox, Dennis Quaid, William Hurt, and Forest Whitaker in the blandly titled presidential assassination thriller Vantage Point. [THR]
· Josh Hartnett seeks to continue his unquestioned dominance of movies with titles including multiples of 10 and forms of the words "days" and "night" by looking to star in the Sony horror flick 30 Days of Night. [Variety]
· THR says that Hollywood's love affair with sappy romantic dramas is over. Well, over once The Lake House tanks this weekend. [THR]
· Philip Seymour Hoffman, whom we wouldn't mind seeing in about 10 movies a year, will star in Before the Devil Knows You're Dead before moving on to shoot Charlie Wilson's War with little-known character actors Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts. [Variety]

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<![CDATA[Oscar Moments: Catherine Keener Bored Five Minutes Into Ceremony]]> keener-texting.jpg
During the first few minutes of the Oscars liveblog, an operative called our attention to someone Blackberrying behind Philip Seymour Hoffman. Another reader just sent in this screengrab of the moment, which seems to out Capote co-star Catherine Keener as the already-bored thumb-typist. (Even worse, the device looks more like a cellphone than a Blackberry, making the moment still more awkward—what star still fumbles through messages on a phone keypad?) We'd like to imagine that she had a good reason for ignoring the show so quickly after it began, like angrily texting her agent, furious about how he booked her an obstructed view seat behind Hoffman's gigantic head.

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<![CDATA[Odds Are That Heath Ledger Won't Get To Cry On Oscar Night]]> Any thrill-seeker can slap down a ten spot for Ang Lee and watch as he reaps an entire dollar in profit, but it takes someone with a real thirst for gambling to bet that Philip Seymour Hoffman is going weep into the balled-up fist insufficiently concealing the strength of his overwhelming emotions. Betting site Paddy Power is offering some side bets for those bored with the constraints of their Oscar pool:

Best Male actor to cry during his acceptance speech at the 2006 Oscars: 10 - 1


Any actor to trip and fall on stage at the 2006 Oscars: 10 - 1

Any major acting acceptance speech at the 2006 Oscars to beat the record for the longest Oscar acceptance speech**: 20 - 1
**Longest Acceptance speech must be over 5mins & 30secs, applies to best actor/actress/best supporting actor/actress categories only.

Any actress to walk on stage with her dress tucked into her knickers at the 2006 Oscars: 100 - 1

Best Actress to walk on stage with toilet roll stuck to her shoe at the 2006 Oscars: 100 - 1

Actually, they might want to adjust their odds on the crying thing, considering that prohibitive Best Actor favorite Hoffman has already revealed to David Letterman that if he wins, he's going to bark like a dog for the full duration of his speech. They could possibly run another line on the over/under for how long it takes for two spokesmodels to drag Hoffman's body off the stage should the yelping exceed his alloted 60 seconds, forcing producer Gil Cates to order his balcony snipers to fire and cut short a still-promising career.

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<![CDATA[George Clooney Glad He Didn't Get That 'Facts Of Life' Spinoff]]> A curious theme seems to be emerging in actors' self-consciously humble Oscar campaign stump speeches: "Thank God I wasn't a big star when I was young, because I would have done enough drugs to kill an elephant." On last night's 60 Minutes, Philip Seymour Hoffman memorably thanked his lucky stars for late-coming fame ("I have so much empathy for these young actors that are 19 and all of a sudden they re beautiful and famous and rich. I m like, Oh my God. I d be dead. "), and at the BAFTAs on Sunday, George Clooney echoed the sentiment:

"I was lucky," he said. "I got famous late in life. Had I been famous at 21, I would have been shooting crack into my eye or something stupid. It is much better when you get older."

Are we the only ones who feel like Hoffman and Clooney collided on their way out of the Humbled By Success Soundbite Seminar at the Oscar nominees luncheon, and in the ensuing snarl of swag-bags and "Fuck Your Agent: How To Keep Your Acceptance Speech Under 90 Seconds" pamphlets, the two actors accidentally switched their carefully workshopped "perils of young fame" quotes? Maybe it's merely the accumulation of their career choices up to this point, but it's just so much easier to picture Clooney "19 and beautiful" and Hoffman shooting crack into his eyeball.

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<![CDATA[Philip Seymour Hoffman Hits The Campaign Trail]]> hoffman-capote.jpgPerhaps feeling the hot breath of gay cowboy up-and-comer Heath Ledger on his neck in the Best Actor race, award frontrunner Philip Seymour Hoffman will appear on 60 Minutes this Sunday to add to his lead by revealing The Personal Demons He Vanquished On The Path To Oscar Glory:

Fresh out of New York University s drama school, Hoffman was lured into New York City s fast life. "It was all that [drugs and alcohol], yeah, it was anything I could get my hands on I liked it all," he tells Kroft.


But he saw the need to change early. "I went [to rehab], I got sober when I was 22 years old," says the 38-year-old Oscar nominee. "You get panicked and I got panicked for my life," says Hoffman. "It really was just that."

He also realizes that getting sober before he got famous was a blessing. It makes him look at today s young acting stars in a concerned way.

"I have so much empathy for these young actors that are 19 and all of a sudden they re beautiful and famous and rich," Hoffman says. "I m like, Oh my God. I d be dead. You know what I mean? I d be 19, beautiful, famous and rich. That would be it," he tells Kroft. "I think back at that time. I think if I had the money, that kind of money and stuff. So, yeah [I would have died]."

We're happy that Hoffman, one of our favorite actors, decided to make this campaign trail stop instead of going the clich d, undignified route of breaking down in front of Barbara Walters. Walters, we imagine, will soon be trying to induce Ledger into crocodile tears by making him consider the dark journey that lead him from the forgettable rock-and-roll jousting of A Knight's Tale to that tender, indelible cinematic moment atop a compliant Jake Gyllenhaal.

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