Temporarily put aside the existential despair of your post-Sopranos existence by self-medicating with the weekend box office numbers. It's what Dr. Melfi would want.
Every so often, we like to share with our readers the PR-firm-supplied detritus that clutters our inbox, whether it's taken the form of publicist-penned dispatches from the front of the bloody Beverly Hills cupcake wars (by the way, has anyone heard from Orlando Bloom since his red velvet whacking?) or an opportunistic fast food chain's brazen attempts to exploit cheap houseband labor. Before the arrival earlier today of an e-mail that would forever change our lives for the better, we were completely unaware of StarStyle.com, the leading online destination for "getting the look" of your favorite television and movie characters. But now the scales have fallen from our eyes: Thanks to a press release pegged to the staggering opening weekend success of Knocked Up, we can now let the world know that if they visit StarStyle, they can easily replicate the fashion choices of the film's sexually irresponsible protagonists, assembling with a few mouse clicks a sassy ensemble that says, "I am out at this trendy Hollywood club to get wasted enough to let you fill me up with your slacker love child." Fun!
All too often in Hollywood, the price of success is finding oneself named on a lawsuit by an aggrieved individual who feels that his or her own hard work on a story about, say, the dehumanizing effects of suburban Christmas-lighting competitions or about the so-deep-undercover-we-don't-know-which-way-is-up adventures of whitefaced African-American FBI agents has been unfairly appropriated by a studio hellbent on enriching themselves with ill-gotten material. According to a CBC report, Knocked Up's Judd Apatow could soon find himself sued by a Canadian journalist who feels that her personal tale of an unplanned pregnancy (detailed in the book Knocked Up: Confessions of a Hip Mother-to-be—a match!) was too closely mimicked by Seth Rogen's wacky, yet human-condition-illuminating, insemination of Katherine Heigl:
· A reader asks us, "This is fake, right?" Considering how Will Ferrell and his merry, viral pranksters at Funny or Die have burned us before, we have to say it is. But it's still fun watching George-Michael getting mouthy, to say nothing of imagining him impregnating Katherine Heigl.
· We barely had time to get to the other drug-and-alchohol-related starlet hospitalization news. This truly was a Memorial Day weekend to remember.
· We don't know about you, but the sight of ripped, 60-year-old orange men in thongs never fails to awaken the beasts within us.
· Thank you, Odyssey! You're our one-stop destination for all our celebrity-sex-tape shopping needs—even the ones we forgot existed.
· Salma Hayek: Now more than ever, a series of massive, congruent orbs.
· And because today has been nothing but sadness, we leave you with a glimmer of hope: Elisabeth Hasselbeck is trying to patch things up with Rosie! We're going to climb into our inversion therapy Happy Bouncer™ and pray for their reconciliation.
Following a screening at the SXSW Film Festival, Variety is head-over-heels, ass-over-teakettle, fill-me-up-with-your-bastard-slacker-lovechild in lust with Knocked Up, Judd Apatow's probing exploration of what happens when individuals from different beauty castes violate societal norms by mistakenly procreating:
