As we’ve already mentioned on the site today, that rumor that the late Tony Scott had inoperable brain cancer was completely, utterly, patently false. I think. I don’t know. The point is I’m still sad he’s gone. So is fellow director Edgar Wright. (Edgar Wright There)
Criterion has not only released a disc of The Royal Tenenbaums disc, they’ve made available every book and magazine cover used in the movie. I want to frame this photo of The Baumer. I still think it’s the highlight of the Brown Wilson’s career. (Laughing Squid)
Splitsider has 53 “Arrested Development” jokes you probably missed. No, really, you missed some of them. I don’t care how many damn times you’ve rewatched. (Splitsider)
Thanks to mswas for this brilliant 50 Shades Generator. Go print yourselves your very own badly written breastseller everyone! (50 Shades Generator)
NBC has won the bidding war for Michael J. Fox’s new sitcom. For those of you doubting MJF’s ability to perform these days, do yourself a favor and watch his episodes of “The Good Wife.” It’s not just for your meemaw, I promise. ANYWAY, here’s a rundown on the new show. (WG) The most pertinent aspect, of course, being that the actor’s Parkinson’s will be written into the show. Alyssa Rosenberg (one of the most thoughtful TV writers out there) dissects the advisability of portraying a chronic illness on TV. (Think Progress) Me? I’m for it, and I’m desperately hoping Bob Hoskins comes along for the ride.
Have you seen the 10th Anniversary “Firefly” print QMX has for sale? Sh*ny as f*ck, you guys. (QMX)
What do you get when you cross monkeys, booze and science? Apparently you get a pantsless lab tech. (AJC)
Baz Luhrmann’s Great Gatsby flick is in need of several million dollars in order to be completed. Luhrmann is (not so) privately shopping around for investors. Don’t go to Meyer Wolfsheim, Baz! I’M SORRY, I HAVE TO USE MY LIT. DEGREE FOR SOMETHING. (FSR)
Here’s your first look at James Marsden and Minka Kelly and JFK and Jackie O as well as Forest Whitaker in silhouette as the titular character in The Butler. I don’t ever remember JFK wearing a wife beater. Le swoon. (/Film)
Finally, because I’m awfully tired of debating rape, defining rape and feeling outraged about rape, here’s motherf*cking Alan Rickman making a cup of tea. Legitimately.