In what is clearly 10 pounds of funny crammed into a 2-pound bag, the trailer for Michel Gondry’s new film, Be Kind Rewind, hit the Interweb. You might remember Gondry from such videos as the one for “Fell in Love With a Girl” by the White Stripes and such movies as Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Whatever, we say. The reason to watch this is for Jack Black and Mos Def’s retooled version of Ghostbusters. As people, we would almost always rather be watching Ghostbusters than doing whatever it is that we’re actually doing, and it’s nice to see that others have the same yen for Dr. Peter Venkman.
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Every week we round up selections from the funniest, most obscene and brutal film criticism out there so that you don’t waste your cash at the theaters and laugh a little at Hollywood’s expense. This week: The Invasion inspires questions about Nicole Kidman’s humanity. Prepare to be body-snatched!
“Pod awful: In the fourth and by far the worst screen version of The Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Nicole Kidman’s character struggles to stay awake — as will the audience.” — The New York Post
“Nicole Kidman’s inability to understand the question ‘How can we miss you if you won’t go away?’ turns out to be the least of the problems of this noisome, fragmented mess of a movie.'” — Premiere
Forbes released their list of hip-hop’s 20 biggest money-makers, and, not surprisingly, that list is filled with names you know. What you might not know is how these men — these well-dressed, media-savvy, fully diversified men — made their money. The key, it seems, is to have many different business interests. Like music. And clothing. And lining your bed with thousand-dollar bills.
Take No. 1, for instance: Jay-Z. Not only is he a performer and president of Def Jam records, he also owns the 40/40 Club franchise, has a stake in the New Jersey Nets, and earns cash from endorsement deals with Budweiser, Hewlett Packard and General Motors. That’s to say nothing of his girlfriend, Beyonce, who’s not doing too shabby herself. Jay-Z alone banked $34 million last year. That’s pretty amazing.
What’s not-so-amazing is Forbes‘ use of the word “hip-hopreneurs,” which has to be the ugliest phrase we’ve heard since “vlog.” (Is there nothing decenct about modern diction? Sigh.) To read the full description of hip-hop’s richest, click here. To see the rest of the list, take a peek after the jump.
Last night on Mission: Man Band, Bryan fell off the wagon. A couple of times. The former Color Me Badd-er started the episode promisingly enough: He hired a personal trainer to help him get his weight down, setting a goal to lose 25 pounds — an admirable amount. But early on there were also signs that things were headed south. Signs like Bryan calling Jack Daniel’s “Uncle Jack” and him telling Chris that the alcohol “demon is always around the corner.” It was. By the end of the episode, he’d slept through a personal training session and endangered the band’s chances of success. Read more…
This crossed our desks. We thought some of you might be interested. It seems Fox Searchlight is casting for the role of Biggie Smalls in their upcoming film Notorious. Think you’ve got what it takes? Well, unless you’ve got an endless supply of Cohibas, a yacht and the voice of angel, we doubt it. But go here to apply now anyhow. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
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Every week we round up selections from the funniest, most obscene and brutal film criticism out there so that you don’t waste your cash at the theaters and laugh a little at Hollywood’s expense. This week: Rush Hour 3 is tired, irritating, unnecessary and cruel. It’s also causing critics to have meltdowns. Now that’s the mark of a bad movie. See below.
“In Rush Hour 3, the latest installment in the popular action-comedy franchise, Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker return as mismatched cops who find themselves . . . . Honestly, do you really care?” — Newsweek
“So lackluster that it’s not even worth searching out when it plays on television. The Rush Hour experience, which never attained anything resembling full speed, has come to a crashing halt.” — Reelviews
A hearty congratulations goes to Antoria Gillon. The 20-year-old hairstylist was nine-months pregnant while auditioning for the upcoming season of American Idol. Well, she’s not pregnant anymore! Gillon went into contractions while waiting her turn on line. The labor pains continued as she performed for the judges. She said: “I gave it my all through the contractions. They were back to back and getting harder and harder but I was more than willing to have my baby right there. I wasn’t leaving without my golden ticket to the next round.” As if that weren’t nutty enough, Gillon proved herself to be a genius by naming her son Jamil Labarron Idol McCowan. Two thoughts: First, if this keeps up, Gillon’s going to give Dina Lohan a run for worst mother of the year; second, Rupert Murdoch, the Australian mogul who controls Fox, American Idol’s parent company, has just found himself a new marketing and PR exec. You’d hire her, wouldn’t you? Thanks, Fox! You’ve made our lives better. Again. [Image via Dlisted]
As previously reported, last Friday 50 Cent agreed to debate Kanye West about whose forthcoming album will be better — Curtis or The Graduate. The offer came from BET’s 106 & Park, to which 50 said, “Kanye, he’s not going to want to show up.” Well, Kanye proved 50 right by rejecting his challenge at yesterday’s MTV Video Music Awards announcements. In fact, Kanye called the debate “the stupidest thing.” While we agree that indeed the debate would be very stupid, we were looking forward to someone — anyone! — offering some sort of apology for holding it on September 11. That was the proposed date of the debate, which is also when both rappers’ records will be released. If Kanye hadn’t dashed 50’s plans, America would be one step closer to understanding why the rest of the world hates us.
Are there second acts in American life? Check our celebreality world, and you’ll find the answer’s yes. Rejuvenation is the idea behind Mission: Man Band, where four former boy band singers connect to see if they can reclaim the spotlight. It debuted last night. And it made some of us misty-eyed. Really.
Mission: Man Band isn’t your usual Celebreality freakshow. Instead it’s the story of four guys who went from almost instantaneous mega-popularity to pop-culture footnotes, world-beaters to underdogs. The show finds them trying to restart their careers in spite of overwhelming odds. They’re not obnoxious. They’re not prone to nudity. They are struggling. You should get to know them.
Every week we round up selections from the funniest, most obscene and brutal film criticism out there so that you don’t waste your cash at the theaters and laugh a little at Hollywood’s expense. This week: El Cantante is the story of Hector Lavoe, the king of salsa, brought to the big screen by real-life married couple Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony. You’d think, seeing how they’re married, there’d be some chemistry on screen. But no, apparently chemistry costs too much.
“Four years ago, Jennifer Lopez paired up to star in a film with then-boyfriend Ben Affleck, and the result was the famously incompetent Gigli. Apparently she didn’t learn her lesson back then.” — The Newark Star Ledger
“Worse . . . Jennifer Lopez tries to make the film about her; miscast as Lavoe’s missus, Puchi, Lopez hides behind aging makeup that makes her look like Bebe Neuwirth.” — The Village Voice