Funny People opens tomorrow and I have pointed to how it may be some early signs of filmmaker backlash against Apple product placement.
But it sure looks like the iPhone is doing well. After a major appearence in this week’s Law & Order: SVU (repeat), the iPhone spent a boatload of time onscreen in this week’s The Philanthropist (below), answering the question of just what kind of phone a billionaire playboy do-gooder prefers.
The Magnum Desert Eagle handgun’s unique, triangular-barreled profile makes it perfect for highly stylized film violence. In turn, this exposure, none of it paid for by the brand, is invaluable. Its (maybe phallic?) appearance also makes it the favorite for heaving-bosoms heaving handguns roles. (Read my interview with Desert Eagle founder and CEO Jim Skildum. The brand also won 2008’s Product Placement Awards Lifetime Achievement Honor).
Each Friday I will try to feature a new Desert Eagle scene.
This week, Cliffhanger.
Checking in on the daily update in Deadspin Erin Andrews hypocritical outrage, we see a post about Andrews’ 911 call to complain about paparazzi outside her house.
Dismissing the questionability of using 911 for paparazzi (seemingly) peacefully camped outside one’s home (something Deadspin never questions), the site concludes the transcript with a rejoinder to other sites posting Erin Andrews speculation:
“TMZ says the reporters left without incident. To the lunatic fringe out there that believes beyond all reason and sense that Erin Andrews is somehow basking in the attention now, I think “Mom, can you see their license plates?” is a pretty clear rejoinder.”
The lunatic fringe they refer to is a nutjob post from a guy who believes the whole peephole cam was set up by Andrews herself. A 9/11 Truther of the Erin Andrews scandal, I suppose. But like the 9/11 Truthers, this theory is not believed by any sane human (which is why sports fans seem to be giving it legs).
So Deadspin gets to once again bang away at Erin Andrews for that boner-inducing little views fireball (which, BTW, nearly every single Erin Andrews Deadspin post has now achieved), while at the same time pointing to somebody far worse than themselves, making it look like they (Deadspin) is defending Andrews and shedding light in the this affront to civility, instead of last year when, say, the site was speculating about whether of not anyone would be able to unseat her as Playboy’s Sexiest Sportscaster of the Year or say, linking to the Who Would You Do Tournament (without any “pretty clear rejoinders” about such distasteful stuff) or just linking to every single unremarkable Erin Andrews sighting some reader sent in (which of course allowed Deadspin to link to even more photos of her without stooping so low as to have to run them).
Also noteworthy: All Deadspin Erin Andrews stories now run a conservative her-with-the-laptop-on-the-couch photo. You know, not her from behind, or, about to deep throat a sandwich under the heading “Assorted ColdCut Poon.” Choice comment from starred commentors: “Only thing that would make this photo better is a smattering of mayo on her right cheek.”; “Given the pork in that sandwich, how many offers shall Ms. Andrews have for the other other white meat?”; and “No teeth!!!!” From unstarred commentors: “Does she swallow the sandwich, or just spit it out when she’s done?”; and “Can she take the whole thing or does the gag reflex kick in?” Meanwhile, choice comments from the most recent Erin Andrews posts: “I even feel guilty listening to this 911 call. Yeesh, poor girl.”; “Christ, that’s sad. She’s still getting violated.“; and “god how creepy.”
Related: Is Julia Allison checking all her walls and doors?
Gawker/Defamer declares leading men dead in The Year of Awkward Young Men, saying “Leading men are dead. Who are the symbols of movie male virility in 2009? Gentle, sensitive, geeky male outsiders with a love of Lou Reed and snug hoodies!”
The films they cite as examples? Away We Go, Adventureland, 500 Days of Summer, Adam, Paper Heart and Taking Woodstock. Why they left out I Love You Beth Cooper, I’ll never know (seriously, I’ll never know because they turned my comment privileges off.) They then use this premise to pontificate about how, with these milquetoasts, it’s no surpise audiences are turning to Twilight’s frigid vampires because “These awkward young men are so soft, so emotionally naive that its clear that any one woman with a penchant for a couple cocktails and hair pulling would shatter these precious, cutesywutesy little boys.”
First, way to offend your sponsors, like 500 Days of Summer and the current (!) Paper Heart (on a throwaway piece of garbage post no less). Second, it’s hard to see this as “the summer” of these guys when the combined take of all the films mentioned totals only about $43 million, including Beth Cooper (with Adam and Paper Heart out in the coming weeks but sure to do little.) That means that audiences aren’t “turning” to anything because they aren’t watching these movies to begin with. But, playing along: compare that $43 million total to the middlingly-received 17 Again with Twilight-like High-School-Musicaler Zack Effron, which took in $64 million since May.
Further, this summer has Mr. Scarlett Johanson in The Proposal, Chris Pine in Star Trek and Paul Walker in Fast & Furious and Rodrigo Santoro in Post Grad, all fitting the ” leave a couple of marks on you after a romp!” requirement.
Also, the piece ties these (straight) effette stars in with Morissey for some reason: “But now ladies in their twenties are stuck with these infants in Morissey onesies as our leading men.” This just proves to me that Morrisey is right to semi-despise his fans, especially the ones in their 20s.
The thing is, Vargas-Cooper has done some spectacular coverage of the Jesse James Hollywood trial at The Awl.
Everyone in North Dakota complains about stereotypes, especially the lasting ones done by the film Fargo.
And yet… Sometimes it is just a three-cent stamp:
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Oh, c’mon!
During a summer walk the other night this song from Trailer Choir was blaring at a small, neighborhood backyard party and people were straight-out cold going berserker singing along. An it’s hard to defy the song’s catchines:
5 foot something, cherry bomb she had everything going on
The first thing that caught my eye
She was rockin’ the beer gut and I love the way she’s not ashamed
Rockin’ the beer gut well it’s just some extra love around her waist
Rockin’ the beer gut she’s more than hot, she’s everything and with the blue jeans a little tight around her butt
Pretty little girl’s, rockin’ the beer gut
Now, Queen was into the girls with the slightly obese bottoms but this seems to be a dangerous new level of acceptance of America’s current health predicament. North Dakta is currently ranked the 22nd most obese state, which, I suppose, isn’t that bad. It still means that there are 38 states less obese. According to the “F as in Fat Report”: “North Dakota has the 22nd highest rate of adult obesity in the nation, at 26.7 percent and the 5th lowest of overweight youths (ages 10-17) at 25.7 percent, according to a new report by Trust for America’s Health (TFAH) and the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation (RWJF).”What that means is that North Dakotans are largely a healthy bunch until they become adults. So she may be rockin’ the beer gut now but she may soon be rocking the diabetis stump foot. Sexy.RELATED: “More to Love, the new dating competition show from Mike Fleiss (”The Bachelor”), follows one regular guy’s search for love among a group of real women…”
For those keeping score on the English language, “real” now means “overweight.”
I will certainly be watching this show and reporting back on how that main guy will be a sweet chubby dude whose TV fame will allow him to attract an “unreal” women and how the women on the show will get left behind.
While a crackdown on New York Chinatown’s knock-off bag market may have forced the market more underground as of late, it looks like it’s booming in North Dakota. While the photo is hard to make out, this bag pyramid (wagon?), piled high with many counterfeits, was in a central location in the West Acres in Fargo, the state’s largest and most popular mall.
Earlier I mentioned how Deadspin leverages self-righteous indignation to jack pageviews. I brought up their hypocritical posting of the photo of the woman accusing quarterback Ben Rothlesberger of rape.
But what I didn’t note then is that Deadspin doesn’t seem to be able to call this “rape.” From Deadspin itself, is the woman’s claim:
“She claims that he pushed her onto the bed, and despite her alleged protests he “pulled her underpants off and proceeded to penetrate her.”
And yet, in Deadspin’s coverage it insists on calling this sexual assault. I suppose all rape is sexual assault (while not all sexual assult is rape) so their not technically wrong. But I wonder why they have avoided using that term when that is clearly the accusation? Deadspin does use the word when it refers to how ESPN “won’t cover a woman’s rape accusations against a famous NFL quarterback.”
And Deadspin certainly doesn’t seem to have a problem typing the word “rape,” as it made it into a rape joke this week in their Cultural Oddsmaker column:
“45/1 – Jay Mariotti Raped By Tony Reali. It’s a longshot, But it’s the kind of long shot you’re always tempted to bet on. Hell, Jay’s already got the squealing like a pig part down pat. All he needs now is a dick in his ass.”
Ha ha… ha. If it is indeed rape, as eadspin accuses ESPN of not covering, then isn;t the site’s running of the woman’s picture wrong? And if is just a sexual assault civil suit, thus making it ok to run the woman’s photo, why accuse ESPN of not covering a rape charge?
Anyway, I’m clearly splitting hairs here; but given Deadspin’s frequent high-horse on exactly such hairs, it seems worth mentioning.
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