Religous sex cultists from the Children of God broke up a screening of Noah Thompson’s film about growing up in the cult.
From the folks who brought us Cops: The King Of Kong.
I can’t even get an erection anymore.
All the noise about Hounddog can’t hide the fact that the movie’s a mutt. (Dakota Fanning might want to meet Jena Malone and talk about stage mothers.)
Aka the Oscars.
Kenneth Turan, in the LA Times, tries very hard to convince us and maybe himself that the nominations weren’t predictable. Quirky the Academy is not.
David Carr, blogging in the NY Times confesses that his readers know more than he does. Nikki Finke reminds him that Dreamgirls wasn’t all that fabulous.
And if you’re already at Deadline Hollywood, read her piece about the musical chairs at the entertainment section of the New York Times. For depth of knowledge about the industry, you really can’t beat Finke, even if you want to. As sometimes we do.