Collider is reporting that Warner Bros is doing a test screening of Watchmen at the Regal Lloyd Center 10 Theater in Portland Oregon this Thursday, October 16th at 7:00pm. Apparently this is a “blind screening” so they are recruiting people who don’t know anything about the comic book world. So if you run into one of the recruiters, play dumb, and pretend to like Wild Hogs and Beverly Hills Chihuahua

· Well, Cloris Leachman killed it on Dancing with the Stars last night. We'll now hand the mic over to Bruno, who has a much better way with words on such matters: "The grrrrrandma from hell has become the grrrrand duchess of lussst." · How to Beat Up Anything offers tips on pummeling Tom Hanks. You never know when that might come in handy. · Raffaello Follieri's lawyer asked that his client get three years in prison for his God-swindling crimes, adding, "To say his hopes and dreams of building a thriving business in the United States has been a disaster is an understatement...There is no danger he will ever return to this country." (Unless it's for the Oscars! He has his tux all picked out.) · Quick! What are three of your Favorite Things? Steve Martin, Meryl Streep, and Alec Baldwin you say? Well, guess what? You're about to get a Favorite Things smoothie! · Here's your sneak peek of Patrick Swayze in A&E's The Beast. You know you want it.

It's Not HBO Without Colin Callender. Colin Callendar, the president of HBO Original Movies since 1999, has announced he'll be stepping down from his post to "return to my entrepreneurial roots." After Carolyn Strauss, he's the second of the Chris Albrecht regime to resign since Albrecht himself was squeezed out following an embarrassing domestic assault arrest in Las Vegas. Callendar was the man behind HBO's prestige longform productions like Angels in America, Wit, Recount, and John Adams. He plans on forming his own production company next year, but has one swan song before he goes—the $200 million WWII drama The Pacific, from Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks. With his exit, however, so closes the chapter on the once untouchable cable network's golden era. It's all bottled blood substitute from here. [LAT]

We take back everything we've ever said about Harvey Weinstein's promotional strategy for Zack and Miri Make a Porno, from his and Kevin Smith's wholly manufactured MPAA RatingsGate to our in-house suspicion of those ridiculous stick-figure posters currently making the rounds. Even our cautious optimism about the film's red-band trailer is bolstered today by This is Not Sex, a new Mean Magazine video featuring stars Elizabeth Banks and Seth Rogen caught in various throes of orgasm, conversation and contortion by filmmaker Tony Kaye. Its refined lunacy speaks for itself, but seriously: Every major fall release should be so lucky as to have its leads hanged online for unlawful carnal knowledge — except for Changeling, of course, which has its own burger-centric Pitt/Jolie collaboration to help nudge it over the top. To each his own, but really: Hula-hoop climaxes? Cha. Ching. [Mean Magazine]

Calling Luke Perry: Though her hirsute on-screen brother Jason Priestly will only be making a behind-the-camera trip to 90210 later this season, Shannen Doherty has finally inked to reprise Brenda Walsh for additional episodes past the four she's already completed. Says Extra, "She'll do another two episodes of the CW hit, with a possibility of more to follow." So that's where the craft services budget is going! [Extra]

[Ed. note: In the tradition of such beloved parlor games as Fuck, Kill, Marry and Puke, Broke, AIDS, we now proudly present your daily Defamer TV listings, handily filed under the three possible headings of "Watch," "TiVo," and "Kill."] WATCH Eli Stone [10 PM, ABC] - Katie Holmes is not on tonight's episode, but the second season premiere of the fantasy-musical-legal-dramedy merits an hour of your time. Holmes will appear on next week's episode, however, followed by a brief but pivotal cameo on Lifetime's Army Wives, in a touching episode entitled "The Visitor."

Extra Cheese: While this promotion isn't earning any points with the Abramovitches, VanAirsdales and Buchanans of America, all of you anonymous, overeducated Joneses out there may have an interest in LucasFilm's memo currently making the rounds: "Greetings, On behalf of our promotional partner Papa John's, I wanted to make sure you received the news about their fun Indiana Jones promotion to celebrate today's DVD and Blu-Ray release of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. It offers a free Papa John's pizza to anyone in the United States named 'Dr. Jones' — and if they live in Indiana, they'll get a DVD as well!" Bon appetit, or something. [TOH]

Now that a rehabbed Colin Farrell is sober and on the mend (and has put on some pounds since his "homeless dude outside Trader Joe's" days), it's time for him to pull a Britney and wonder aloud, "What the hell was I thinking?" Naturally, any investigation of his substance-aided antics would inevitably turn to the sex tape he made with Playmate Nicole Narain, and during a recent BBC appearance, Farrell attempted to explain away the indiscretion the best way he knew how.What made the actor shout "I FUCKING LIVE ON PORN!" and "Aw, the battery's dead...so is my fucking cock" while copulating in a depressing Valley one-bedroom? The answer, it may not surprise you to hear, was that he was totally high and turned on by the taboo of the camera. Still, Farrell claims that he has learned one valuable lesson: it's fine to make a sex tape, just don't leave it behind when you straggle out to the Albertson's on Ventura at 5am for a Hot Pocket and some lube.

At first we were alarmed to espy the predicament in today's To Do video, in which Molls appears to have fallen prey to a sadist whose taste for bondage comes second only to the imposition of his/her cruel fashion torture. Soon, however, the peril gave way to a baffled fetish trance, and Wagandstuff came to her rescue anyway, so we cancelled the 9-1-1 call and moved right on to plotting our evening from the To Do's herein. Join us, won't you?· Santogold at the Wiltern · Stand Up For Change at the Hollywood Improv · Weezer at the Forum

By now everyone has heard Ben Silverman's soggy rationale for reintroducing 30 Rock so late in the fall season — everyone except Tina Fey, it appears, whose sit-down today with the Associated Press revealed that she doesn't know when or even if she will revive her recurring Sarah Palin gig on Saturday Night Live. An NBC spokesperson corroborated the network's uncertainty. Who to believe?Of course, that's not an especially fair question to ask any time Silverman's in the equation. But after his admitted miscalculation in scheduling three primetime SNL specials in place of Fey's eagerly awaited Emmy incumbent, he corrected hard with his insistence in Sunday's New York Times that "she would surely be on the next two SNL specials 'heavily promoting 30 Rock." But if we're to take Fey at her word, she and the SNL braintrust have yet to receive that memo:

Yesterday, CHUD reminded of us one of the most outlandish projects percolating in Hollywood: the next film from director Cameron Crowe (Almost Famous), an untitled, semi-supernatural comedy set to star Ben Stiller and Reese Witherspoon. The former plays a disgraced weapons analyst who must journey to Hawaii to convince the islanders to put up with a new spy satellite — something they're perfectly willing to do if Stiller will secure a human sacrifice for their volcano. Along the way, the analyst has romantic entanglements with various women, including one played by Witherspoon. Cam, Cam, Cam (can we call you "Cam"?). This idea smells worse to us than Vanilla Sky, and here's why:First of all, you're opening yet another film with a professional in disgrace? While that worked fine in Jerry Maguire, the conceptual retread wore thin quickly in Elizabethtown. Ironically, the fact that Elizabethtown bombed might have given you new insight into the sort of character who suffers career ignominy and then struggles to pick up the pieces, but we'd still recommend against using that trope a third freakin' time. Also (and perhaps a bit more importantly), THIS IS THE MOVIE JOE VERSUS THE VOLCANO. And, in choosing to pursue a logline so outrageously similar to that Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan film, you have unwittingly awakened the sleeping giant that is Defamer's love for that movie. Cam, we have been to Hawaii. We know Hawaii. Hawaii, sir, is no Waponi Wu. Thus, Cam, we politely ask you to take stock of your upcoming project. Does your "disgraced professional" undergo a freakout that can top this? Is he asked to become involved with a volcano sacrifice by a sparkly-eyed Lloyd Bridges? Are three of his love interests played by a pre-Restylane Meg Ryan, and is one of them a flibbertigibbet? If the answer to any of these questions is "no," perhaps it's time to shelve this project and pick back up with Singles 2: The VH1 Classic Years.

Click to viewBoomp3.com One time television star Mischa Barton visited a West Hollywood liquor store to finally a bit of prep work for her presidential debate party on Wednesday night. Barton felt that the 18 pack would get her guests through the first 18 times Republican nominee John McCain says, “my friends,” and/or “maverick.” Barton said, “McCain seems pretty aware that he’s becoming a parody of himself. So, he might introduce a new catch phrase or buzz word to ruin our drinking game. Like supercalifragilisticexipialidocious.” [Photo Credit: X17] *A Call To The Bullpen is a work of fiction. Although the pictures we use are most certainly real, Defamer does not purport that any of the incidents or quotations you see in this piece actually happened. Lighten up, people ... it's a joke.

Despite the likelihood of William Shatner enlisting his daughter for an aggrieved response as we write this, it is with some certainty that we report the official end of hostilities between the original Captain Kirk and the man rebooting the Star Trek franchise without him, J.J. Abrams. In a new interview, even Abrams himself appears to have had little idea that their putative feud had escalated to "DVD-extra" levels of multimedia debate, but such is the fury of a Shat scorned. For the last time, follow the jump for Abrams's earnest defense and our brief, ceremonial farewell to the whole sad mess.Click to view Frankly, we're much more intrigued by the filmmaker's indirect swipe at bloated blockbuster contemporaries like The Dark Knight and Watchmen ("I’m sick of these two hours and forty-five minute movies. Seriously, it’s like I don’t have enough time to stay two hours and forty-five minutes. I’m exhausted just saying that twice. I can’t stand it.”) and the revelation that cast member Simon Pegg allegedly cried when Abrams showed him rough footage from the film. Short-and-moving sells us every time — which, again, is not Mr. Shatner's cue to return to his Webcam for an affected! Appeal! For help! In the trenchant words of Ringo Starr: Peace and love, Bill, but leave us alone now.

For those of you wondering how in the world Ben Stiller could possibly outdo his finely honed, full-retard character work in this summer's Tropic Thunder, fret not. The actor is pairing with Elton John for a movie musical that will require him to go full blown AIDS. John explained in a recent GQ interview:

The Gossip Girl kids have gotten political. Two of them at least, Penn Badgley who plays Dan and his off-screen ladylove Blake Lively, who plays his on-screen ladylove Serena. They're appearing in a MoveOn.org anti-McCain ad in which regular kids—including these two soap stars at that Hannah girl from that American Teenager documentary—condescend to their McCain-voting parents as if they were about to drink or take doobies. Har har. So Gossip Girl is a bit liberal, but it's not the only politicized show on the air. No indeed there are others, subtly (or not so) spouting rhetoric from both sides of the aisle. Our Photoshop expert Steve Dressler has created a simple chart that we'll explain after the jump.

Click to viewBoomp3.com Hot TV doc Katherine Heigl struggled greatly as she attempted to flag down a valet, taxicab, party van or any other motorist in Los Angeles on Monday night. The Bug Buster star was anxious to get back home to catch the latest episode of The Hills since she forgot to record it and rocker hubby Joshua Kelley was off somewhere singing for his supper. After fifteen minutes of arm waving and jumping up and down, Heigl felt that her glasses may have been the problem. Heigl tossed her Tina Fey shades aside and began the quest for attention again. Sadly, the removal of the glasses did not improve Heigl’s chances. [Photo Credit: X17] *A Call To The Bullpen is a work of fiction. Although the pictures we use are most certainly real, Defamer does not purport that any of the incidents or quotations you see in this piece actually happened. Lighten up, people ... it's a joke.

The radical ups and downs afflicting the stock market would be enough to make anyone curse a blue streak — especially Dennis Kneale, the Media and Technology Editor at CNBC. One of our eagle-eyed tipsters was kind enough to pass along this priceless (silent) moment where a split-screened Kneale reads a note that's been passed to him and drops an f-bomb that he visibly regrets, then tries to cover up with the dorkiest "Wait, am I still on camera? Nothing to see here!" face imaginable. Oliver Stone, you can thank us later.

Finally, word surfaces today about that rarest of rare Hollywood specimens: a sequel we can actually get behind. Not that we're wholeheartedly endorsing Fox's reported plans for a follow-up to Wall Street (and we reserve the right to revoke our support if "Wall Street 2" ever appears following the working title Money Never Sleeps), but the news that Oliver Stone's 1987 potboiler has a "fast-tracked" follow-up yields the kind of timely potential Lord knows we'll miss in so many of its sad, franchise-y contemporaries — plus a Charlie Sheen-free zone where we can comfortably reacquaint ourselves with one of our favorite '80s villains.Variety notes that Allan Loeb is working on the script; he previously wrote 21, a wobbly adaptation that nevertheless capitalized on card-shark fever en route to a $157 million worldwide gross earlier this year. With financial destitution having since replaced more innocuous gambling as all the rage six months later, we're not ashamed of our curiosity as to how Michael Douglas's cutthroat inside trader Gordon Gekko would shuffle back to Lower Manhattan to set things right for a new generation of ambitious douches like Bud Fox — the Sheen character whom Gekko disposably exploits before heading off for a long prison vacation. And how many Jim Cramer/Neil Cavuto/Marisa Bartiromo cameos will reintroduce Gekko to the business culture that's long since forsaken him? So many questions, though Fox has at least one unambiguous casting demand: The film won't happen without Douglas agreeing to reprise his Oscar-winning role. He's not officially attached (and neither Sheen nor Stone are expected to return), and Mel Gibson's brave stand against Lethal Weapon 5 has actors across town united against the perversion of their most celebrated characters. It's nothing former commodities trader Loeb can't fix, though, peppering his script with awards-clip-ready dialogue bites and, if possible, Gekko's redemption by single-handedly lifting the Street out of its historic funk. After all, the Dow was up 936 points Monday on news of the sequel alone! Let's put this crisis to bed today — make two sequels at the same time, Hobbit-style. Greed is good.

Click to viewBoomp3.com Mega delicious movie star Johnny Depp was pushed to the limits on the streets of Hollywood by a group of photographers. Depp warned that he could go solar if the snappers don’t cool off, but they persisted. The eccentric actor looked up to the sun to gain power and unleashed an orangey glow that ruined many digital cameras. The snappers ran away with their tails between their legs and Depp continued on with his travels. [Photo Credit: X17] *A Call To The Bullpen is a work of fiction. Although the pictures we use are most certainly real, Defamer does not purport that any of the incidents or quotations you see in this piece actually happened. Lighten up, people ... it's a joke.

The Case of the Sticky-Fingered Domestics. The British tabloid press is reporting that Gareth Emmett, 25, has been arrested for suspected burglary following the arrest of parents Eric and June Emmett—who happen to be David and Victoria Beckham’s housekeepers. "[Posh's] dad Tony first became suspicious after being alerted to the personal nature of some memorabilia that was being flogged on eBay. He and wife Jackie checked them out – and were horrified to discover they were identical to items that should have been at their daughter’s mansion." Dammit! Just when we thought that orange bathrobe was practically in our hot little hands. [Daily Mail]