<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, wild hogs]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, wild hogs]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/wildhogs http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/wildhogs <![CDATA['On The Lot' Still Alive, Weakly Kicking]]> onthelot-farewell.jpg· On the Lot CancellationWatch: Fox's unkillable Nielsen invalid draws just 2.3 million viewers, despite a return to an earlier format in which its contestants were challenged to direct comedy shorts featuring bank-commercial-quality humor levels and production values while racing against a ticking clock. (Adrianna Costa CleavageWatch: Covered up, again.) [Ed.note—Don't worry, despite the creepiness of that image from TheLot.com contestant Jess Brillhart is not dead, she was just dismissed from the competition at the top of the show, in blatant disregard for reality TV convention. ] [THR]
· Stalag 17: It's Spike Lee meets Broadway meets WWII prison camps! [Variety]
· The NBA will remain on ESPN, ABC and TNT through 2016. Pop quiz: Who won the recent, scarcely watched NBA Finals? [THR]
· Tom Cruise and longtime enforcer Paula Wagner will drop by the Cinema Expo in Holland to promote Lions for Lambs, as well as Valkyrie, the movie whose shoot the German government isn't too excited to be hosting. [Variety]
· Another sign the Hollywood apocalypse is nigh: FX pays about $16 million for the cable TV rights to Wild Hogs. [Variety]

]]>
http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=272887&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA['Knocked Up' May Restore Trust In Mainstream Comedy Stolen By Fat-Suited Eddie Murphy]]> knocked-up.jpgFollowing a screening at the SXSW Film Festival, Variety is head-over-heels, ass-over-teakettle, fill-me-up-with-your-bastard-slacker-lovechild in lust with Knocked Up, Judd Apatow's probing exploration of what happens when individuals from different beauty castes violate societal norms by mistakenly procreating:

"Knocked Up" is uproarious. Line for line, minute to minute, writer-director Judd Apatow's latest effort is more explosively funny, more frequently, than nearly any other major studio release in recent memory.
Indeed, even more than the filmmaker's smash-hit sleeper "The 40-Year-Old Virgin," his new pic is bound to generate repeat business among ticketbuyers who'll want to savor certain scenes and situations again and again, if only to memorize punchlines worth sharing with buddies. Currently set for a June 1 release, this hugely commercial comedy likely will remain in megaplexes throughout the summer and, possibly, into the fall.

Dare we allow ourselves to harbor a crazy hope that Knocked Up might one day replenish some of the laughter-enabling neurons so cruelly destroyed by the recent, latex-heavy work of pandering mirth-killers like Brian Robbins? After barely surviving the soul-darkening ordeal of handsy studios unapologetically molesting our inner, comedy-loving child with images of a leather-swaddled John Travolta being struck in the chest with a pigeon while atop a Harley, we're just not sure if we're ready to trust again.

]]>
http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=244291&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA['Wild Hogs' Producer Robbins To Critics: How Do Ya Like Me Now?]]>
Not content to let his comments in yesterday's THR about how out of touch critics are with the tastes of mainstream audiences stand on their own, a defiant Wild Hogs producer Brian Robbins took the skirmish to the pages of the trade papers for a second straight day, buying this two-page spread in both Variety and the Reporter to once again declare his triumph over cinematic elitism. An earlier version of the ad, in which Robbins was depicted sodomizing a comically oversized rotten tomato, was rejected for its potentially offensive content.

[Original ad: Digital Variety]

]]>
http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=243155&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[Hollywood Moviemaking 101: Fuck The Critics, Give The People The Shit They Crave]]>
Normally, we'd be content to allow you to take the crash course in crowd-pleasing moviemaking offered by CNN.com's always edifying Story Highlights box, then send you on your way to get started on an incredibly lucrative career producing the kind of sure-fire hits that result from the combination of big-name stars, latex fat-suits, and middle-aged men falling off of motorcycles. But we thought that producer/director Brian Robbins' stirring defense of Norbit earner Eddie Murphy's talents bears a moment of your time, if for no other reason than it provides something of a bonus lesson in how to defend your talent against snobbish accusations that farting through a pair of grotesquely dimpled rubber buttocks isn't a valid demonstration of craft:

"You can't review 'Norbit' like you're reviewing 'The Departed.' What are you going to talk about, subtleties in performance?" asked Robbins, who now follows Murphy's advice and doesn't read the reviews of the movies on which he's involved. "Eddie Murphy plays three amazingly different characters brilliantly. How could you not praise that? No offense to Alan Arkin (who beat Murphy for the supporting actor Oscar), but he couldn't do what Eddie did in 'Norbit.' "

In Arkin's defense, his Oscar-winning performance was hampered by a directing team who lack Robbins' unequaled populist savvy; had Arkin convinced them to stop pandering to the Academy by insisting that each character be portrayed by a different actor, he probably would have proven a Murphy-level ability to portray Little Miss Sunshine's cartoonishly dysfunctional family all by himself, a performance that would've included a movie-defining moment in which he horrifies a repressed pagaent crowd by seducitvely removing all of his clothes to the strains of "Super Freak."

]]>
http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=242752&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[Monday Morning Box Office: 'Hogs' Shatters Opening Weekend Record For Cynical 'City Slickers' Knock-Offs]]> travolta-dance.jpgIt's time once again to soothe the festering wounds of the weekend by slathering ourselves in the miraculous, healing unguent of the box office numbers:

(Also: SANJAYA 4-EVER, motherfuckers!)

1. Wild Hogs—$38 million
Buena Vista's marketing department really should have trusted John Travolta's instincts earlier in the campaign for Wild Hogs. A senior VP, relieved by Hogs' big opening, admitted to Box Office Mojo that "the tracking services had us at best in the mid-$20 million range." Had Travolta's groundbreaking idea to go on daytime talk shows to reenact some of the poignant scenes in which its disaffected protagonists finally throw off the shackles of their dishonest, suburban breeder lives and unleash the leather-daddy freaks within been implemented weeks ago, the movie might have cleared the $50 million barrier.

2. Zodiac—$13.1 million
As he reviews Zodiac's box office returns this morning, notoriously delicate thespian Jake Gyllenhaal is fighting back the tears threatening to erupt from his singularly dreamy eyes; during his darkest moments on David Fincher's sensitive-actor-pummeling shoot, he'd told himself that the pain of watching scores of takes wiped out by a single press of the director's delete key would all be worth it when the film opened at $20 million. With this middling debut in the low teens, Gyllenhaal can't help but feel that all of his suffering was for naught.

3. Ghost Rider—$11.5 million
Still pumped by Ghost Rider's success, Nicolas Cage has instructed his agents that he'll only consider material that will allow him to light his head on fire while doing an extended Elvis impression. This, of course, temporarily limits his projects to Rider sequels or sensationalist biopics focusing on the drug-abusing misadventures of The King's troubled, final days.

4. Bridge to Terabithia—$8.587 million
We officially apologize for never having read Bridge to Terabithia as a child. But we have a good excuse: We were raised in a cult based entirely on the teachings of The Chronicles of Narnia's messianic Lion (some refer to it as "Catholic school"), a stifling environment where no other children's literature was allowed.

8. Black Snake Moan—$4.016 million
To celebrate Moan's eighth place finish (really, that's not so bad for a movie about Sam Jackson chaining a white chick to a radiator), enjoy these videos of Christina Ricci's fine nude work in the film.

]]>
http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=241433&view=rss&microfeed=true