“The conventional knowledge in Hollywood is that an unsympathetic female character can tank a movie. I’m hoping that’s not true. I’m knocking on wood really emphatically right now but honestly I have a lot of theories sometimes I wonder if it comes down to mommy issues. The idea of a cold, unlikeable woman or a woman who is not in control of herself is genuinely frightening to people because it threatens civilization itself or threatens the American family.
“But I don’t know why people are always willing to accept and even like flawed male characters. We’ve seen so many loveable anti-heroes who are curmudgeons or addicts or bad fathers and a lot of those characters have become beloved icons and I don’t see women allowed to play the same parts. So it was really important to me to try and turn that around.”
Charlize Theron stars in Young Adult as Mavis Gary, an insufferable “young adult” fiction writer who returns to her Minnesota hometown hoping to make her old high school boyfriend fall in love with her (thanks, IMDb). And! It co-stars my dream man, Patrick Wilson, who plays the guy Mavis can’t have. And! Patton Oswalt plays the unwilling wingman, an acquaintance from high school who obviously puts up with Mavis’s ish because she’s so darn cute and catty.
I have totally high hopes for this one you guys—like, even higher hopes than I had for One for the Money. For one thing, anyone who’s watched Arrested Development or “Between Two Ferns” knows Charlize has done her career a major disservice, because she has mad comedic timing. Patton Oswalt I’m actually so-so on—I know it isn’t fair to hold King of Queens against him, but I just do—but since he is a Career Nerd, I have to stand with him in solidarity. Then there’s Patrick Wilson, whose filmography is a veritable Rosetta’s Stone of What? Hngh. Love him.
But most importantly, this flick is a Jason Reitman joint. It’s great to see him again paired with breakout screenwriter Diablo Cody (they made Juno together), and this movie could be infinitely more affable. Who wants to see a 15-year old act like she’s 35, anyway? I’d much rather see a 35-year old act like she’s 15. Now you’re speakin’ my language, Cody.
So Diablo Cody has a new web show, and for her first episode, she interviewed Adam Brody. They talked about a variety of topics in a quirky, sarcastic way, but one of the more interesting parts is around the 5:50 mark when she asks Adam if he enjoys fame or if he wishes he could separate acting from the fame, “ala Kristen Stewart.” Here’s what he said:
“It’s only gotten worse, I’m sure, being a celebrity. At the same time, I don’t have a lot of patience for people who moan about it too much. Because there are many things you could do. It’s like, quit, fuckin’ quit … you don’t need to be an actor, so it’s like if it’s that much of a problem … there’s the door.”
Snap! And you know Adam was in a movie with Kristen a few years ago, In the Land of Women, so it’s not like he doesn’t know her. I hope she keeps up with him so she can finally realize that she can, in fact, fuckin’ quit. Let’s be real though, she’s too busy smoking weed and pissing off the world and being way too undeservedly successful to watch YouTube.
Juno and Jennifer’s Body writer Diablo Cody met up with Hugh Hefner yesterday to discuss the long-talked about Brian Grazer-produced biopic about the Playboy founder yesterday, according to Hefner’s Twitter. Although meetings are held all day long in Hollywood that more often than not result in nothing, it’s notable that the Cody is considering taking on such a film. The departure from her indie-comedy/horror starts (which are departures from each other in the first place) further goes to show that there’s really no telling where Cody’s career will go. The writer herself announced this week that she’s penning a movie based on the Sweet Valley High book series and said in an interview with Rolling Stone movie critic Peter Travers that even she would be confused by her career trajectory if she was not Diablo Cody herself.
So what would you think about a Hugh Hefner biopic written by Diablo Cody? Do you think that she has the star-power to elevate this kind of flick past the TV-movie-of-the-week status that one would imagine such a movie to have, or would you prefer that she make like an ankle toy and Skip It? (Yeah, that was my half-assed attempt at a Juno-ism. Give me a break, Nell Carter. It’s 2k9.)
I’m VERY VERY jealous right now, because my good pal Laremy Legel over at our sister site Film.com is currently at the screening of Jennifer’s Body, and he failed to invite me. (His weak response after my freak-out today: “I didn’t invite you? I thought I did.” NO LAREMY YOU DID NOT.)
I am soooo excited for the Diablo Cody-penned flick that stars Megan Fox as a high-school cheerleader who kills boys and Amanda Seyfried (the eldest daughter on Big Love) as her BFF. And today Laremy sent me a link to the “red band” trailer, which I guess in filmophile speak is the trailer that is NOT suitable for all audiences. It’s even better than the previous trailers I’ve seen for this flick. It’s not embeddable, but you can watch it here. The screen-grab of a naked Megan Fox is above. Don’t say I never do anything nice for you guys.
Here’s a first look at the new Showtime comedy, The United States of Tara, written by much-hyped Juno scribe Diablo Cody. It stars Toni Colette as a married mother with dissociative personality disorder.
I might have read the script. And if I did, Iâ€™d tell you how itâ€™s peppered with Codyâ€™s pop-culture obsessed snap-filled dialog, minus the intense slang of Juno. And itâ€™s not light either. In the opening it is revealed that Tara has just found morning after pills in her 16-year-old daughterâ€™s Kateâ€™s bag. Itâ€™s later revealed that (potential spoiler warning) one of Taraâ€™s alter egos, a burnout teenage stoner named T, was the one who supplied her with said pills. If Collette can actually pull off each of the personalities, and actually make it believable, this could be Showtimeâ€™s next Dexter.
I may have won 19 awards that you donâ€™t feel I earned, but itâ€™s neither original nor relevant to slag on Juno. Really. And youâ€™re not some bold, singular voice of dissent, You are exactly like everyone else in your zeitgeisty-demo-lifestyle pod. You are even like me. (I, too, loved Arrested Development! Arenâ€™t we a pretty pair of cultural mavericks? Hey, letâ€™s go bitch about how Black Kids are overrated!)
Iâ€™m sorry that while you were shooting your failed opus at Tisch, I was jamming toxic silicon toys up my ass for money. I get why youâ€™re bitter. I took exactly one film class in college andâ€“ with the curious exception of the Douglas Sirk unitâ€”it bored the shit out of me.
Iâ€™m sorry to all those violent, semi-literate fanboys who hate me for befriending their heroes. I canâ€™t help it if your favorite writer, actor, director, or talk show host likes me. Maybe you would too, if we actually met.
I know my name is fake and that it annoys you. What, do you hate Queen Latifah and Rip Torn, too? Writers and entertainers have been using pseudonyms for years. Chances are, youâ€™re spewing bile under an assumed screen name yourself. Iâ€™m sorry if you think Iâ€™m like some inked-up quasi-Suicide Girl derby cunt from 2002, but I like my fake name. Itâ€™s engraved on an Oscar. Yours isnâ€™t.
Diablo Cody — who just earned a ton of my respect — on her MySpace blog, responding to the haters.