“We like the people on Twitter who are like ‘Alexander Skarsgard has to be Klaus!’ I’m like really? ‘Cause that’s original.”—Vampire Diaries Exec Producer Julie Plec discusses casting the series’ ultimate Big Bad with Mandi Bierly.
“We stayed in touch off and on, and then there was a period when he became addicted to golf — a much healthier addiction than his previous ones! — and we’d go out and pal around together. Once, we were in Maui. It was Alice Cooper, myself, Dennis Hopper, and another friend — they were telling lots of stories about the old days. I guess I was the token regular guy.”—Kyle MacLachlan pays tribute to Dennis Hopper in the latest issue of EW. Read more stars celebrating their fallen comrades—including Betty White on Rue McClanahan and Priscilla Presley on Leslie Nielsen—in our Legacies ‘10 gallery.
That was the year the final issue of Watchmen came out, in October. After that, it seemed like everything that was part of my otaku world was out in the open and up for grabs, if only out of context. I wasn’t seeing the hard line between “nerds” and “normals” anymore. It was the last year that a T-shirt or music preference or pastime (Dungeons & Dragons had long since lost its dangerous, Satanic, suicide-inducing street cred) could set you apart from the surface dwellers. Pretty soon, being the only person who was into something didn’t make you outcast; it made you ahead of the curve and someone people were quicker to befriend than shun. Ironically, surface dwellers began repurposing the symbols and phrases and tokens of the erstwhile outcast underground.
Fast-forward to now: Boba Fett’s helmet emblazoned on sleeveless T-shirts worn by gym douches hefting dumbbells. The Glee kids performing the songs from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. And Toad the Wet Sprocket, a band that took its name from a Monty Python riff, joining the permanent soundtrack of a night out at Bennigan’s. Our below-the-topsoil passions have been rudely dug up and displayed in the noonday sun. The Lord of the Rings used to be ours and only ours simply because of the sheer goddamn thickness of the books. Twenty years later, the entire cast and crew would be trooping onstage at the Oscars to collect their statuettes, and replicas of the One Ring would be sold as bling.
Aw man, it looks like a ball-bound Snooki won’t be plummeting into Times Square on New Year’s Eve after all! “It was never intended or requested for Snooki to be in the actual New Year’s Eve Ball in Times Square. The request to have her in a separate ball on a set-back roof came too late and was too impractical to fit in to our outdoor events,” say the Times Square Alliance and Countdown Entertainment, co-producers of Times Square New Year’s Eve, in a statement to EW.
“Madrid is my mama. / Give me the nipple, every day I’m gonna taste it… Give me little titty ‘cause I’m hungry every minute.”—Actual lyrics from the opening number of Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown. Maybe it should be no surprise that the musical is closing early.
“I originally said that the character is a composite of many young starlets today … including Lindsay Lohan. I also said it has some of the old glamor goddesses in the character too, like Marilyn Monroe and Jean Harlow. It is by no means ‘The Lindsay Lohan Story.’”—
“I have always kept my private life private, but I will say that I am indescribably happy and feel very grateful to have this experience.”—Natalie Portman gave us an exclusive statement about her upcoming nuptials (and baby!).
Do you love crappy made-for-TV Christmas movies? Well, you’re in luck—our very own Dan Snierson has watched every one of this year’s crop and ranked them according to ridiculosity. To find out which flicks won such awards as Unholiest Clash Between Former Childhood Enemies Over a Nativity Scene, Best Conspiracy Theory About Santa Claus, and, of course, Outstanding Representation of Christmas Clichés in Two Minutes or Less, click on through.
“I am planning to take a short leave of absence to have surgically removed from my mind the image of Timmy, the mischievous doll created by Tabitha to wreak havoc in Harmony and cause nausea in viewers. Timmy comes to life at Tabitha’s command, at which point he is played by Josh Evans, whom you may remember as a charmlessly grumpy child-prodigy attorney in a few Ally McBeals last season. As Timmy, Evans is required to talk about himself in the third person. ”Timmy is confused,” he’ll say. Or, my favorite so far, ”The first thing Timmy’s gonna do is make himself a big martimmy.” ”You mean martini,” snaps Tabitha. ”No, a martimmy,” he replies. ”It’s my own special recipe.””—Behold, Ken Tucker’s awesome 1999 review of Passions. (He gave the soap a rare F+.)
“In the past, when all of us speculated about what the nominees would be, then chattered away a few months later about about what got snubbed, we were able to have those dialogues because the system forced Hollywood to put its money where its mouth was: to declare, with five choices, what it valued most. Now, with ten choices, the Academy can pretend, in effect, that it values everything. Even if that’s really a way of valuing everything a little less.”—Owen Gleiberman makes a compelling case for why the Academy should switch back to nominating only five movies for Best Picture.
“There is a God! It passed! The Bush tax cuts have been extended two years for the upper bracketeers, of which I am a proud member, thank you very much. I’m the last person in the world I’d want to be beside, but I am beside myself!”—Whether you’re liberal or conservative, we hope you can agree that Larry David’s op-ed about the Bush tax cuts is pretty, pretty, pretty good.
“What makes Katniss attractive is her strength and her assuredness and her defiance and ultimately her compassion. And I don’t mean just physical strength. I mean a real strength as a human being. She knows her own truth. She feels deeply and fiercely. And this is something that the actress has to bring with her.”—
Gary Ross, director of the big-screen Hunger Games adaptation, just had his first interview about the film with EW’s Karen Valby. Read more—including what Ross has to say about bigwigs like Robert Downey Jr. or Hugh Laurie taking on the role of Haymitch—at Inside Movies. (via the-hob)
Did you know that EW has a Tumblr devoted to The Hunger Games? Well, now you do!
“Well, Nick, throughout this competition we’ve all really grown from Boyz II Men, and we’ve shown the nation that we’re not just a bunch of Pussycats anymore. I’m just really proud that we haven’t Ben Folding under the pressure, and I just wish the judges would give us one more night. Una Noche.”—Josh from On the Rocks, showing us how to exit The Sing-Off with class (and puns!). Read our recap of last night’s penultimate episode here.
“Stephen’s salmon fondito was the most revolting thing. It tasted like soap. You didn’t hear what the rest of us said because we obviously never have time for all of the comments. I thought it was god-awful. The presentation was quite beautiful and I will give him credit for that because that’s important, too, especially when you’re at one of the best restaurants in New York City. But it was so perfume-y and had a bitter after-taste. It tasted like potpourri, almost with an herbal shampoo quality. You know when you open your mouth in the shower and you get just a little water with shampoo? It was like that.”—
We love how Padma just doesn’t hold back: “Nine out of 10 chefs, food writers or average people on the street would’ve said these two dishes are inedible,” she says of last night’s two losing dinners. Read the rest on Popwatch.
'The Social Network.' 'Breaking Bad.' 'My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.'
What do these three things have in common? They’re all EW critics’ picks for the best of 2010. Read more about why they stood out at Popwatch, and watch out for our Best (and Worst) of 2010 issue, available on newsstands tomorrow.
“I’m gonna bring along my hatchet/ my beautiful Christmas balls/ I’ll sprinkle my snow up on your tree/ and hang my mistletoe on your wall/ Baby, I’ll make you cheery/ Baby, you’ll call me ‘dearie’/ Baby, I want to trim you/ a beautiful Christmas tree…”—And the award for most suggestive holiday tune goes to…
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