Charlie Kaufman has signed on with Lionsgate — the home of The Hunger Games and Twilight series — to adapt yet another young adult series called Chaos Walking, about a dystopian future where thoughts are audible and privacy long gone. An inspired move! [Deadline]
Victoria Beckham designed a special edition of Range Rover’s off-road vehicle, the Evoque, which has rose-gold plated accents and vintage leather inspired seats. "I think it’s very cool," she says of the car. "I did a lot of research and not just with cars, old and new, but boats, planes, movie stars, different locations." [Reuters]
Goodie Mobb reunited last night on Cee-Lo’s The Voice, where they debuted their new single, "Fight To Win," off their upcoming Age Against The Machine. [RapRadar]
Last night through a series of tweets, electro-pop duo Purity Ring released the first full track, "Obedear," off their highly-anticipated debut Shrines, out this summer on 4D. [GvB]
"They’re afraid to talk to me," says Michael Moore of his now knowing interview subjects. "I have to send in my production assistants to do interviews.” [WSJ/Speakeasy]
With her old e-mail address, Kim Kardashian has dumped her "Kim Kardashian" Google alert. "I just feel I have peace of mind now," she says. "I hardly look on the Internet like I used to." She is, however, still "addicted" to Huff Post’s Real Estate section. [Paper]
● Banjo-playing, bluegrass pioneer Earl Scruggs died in Nashville yesterday at the age of 88. The influence his hard-driving, three-finger banjo pick had on his own Woodstock generation and those that followed (looking at you, Mumford and Sons) can not be overstated. [Billboard]
● In the heat of this boy band moment, 98-Degrees is rumored to be reuniting for the first time in ten years for a summer reunion tour. [RumorFix]
● Damien Hirst left this drawing of a shark — "just a quick sketch" to later be auctioned off for $7,400 — with one lucky chauffeur as a tip. Generous! [AnimalNY]
● Mad Men writers cribbed that "rambunctiously racist" opening water-bomb scene straight from an A1 New York Times story from May 28, 1966. [NYT]
● Charlie Kaufman, of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Being John Malkovich fame, has signed his first book deal with Grand Central Publishing. [Deadline]
● Not hot to discuss her late night dalliances, Rihanna brushed off questions about about a certain Mr. Kutcher at a London press conference for Battleship, calling the inquiries "disappointing." "I am happy and single if that’s what you are really asking," she allowed instead. [MissInfo]
● Carson Daly apologized yesterday after making a confusing and homophobic joke about how a theoretical flight full of gay men headed to a flower convention would not have been able to stop Clayton Osbon, the crazed JetBlue captain. "I’m saddened that my comments, however unintentional, offended anyone, specifically members of the LGBT community,” he said in a statement. [NYDN]
Dreamworks’ forthcoming sequel, Kung-Fu Panda: The Kaboom of Doom, will depart radically from the original film. This time out, Po (Jack Black) will suffer a nervous breakdown when he realizes he’s not a “real” panda, but rather a cartoon, then subsequently join a Freudian dream analysis group (along with other neurotic, animated celebrities like Wile E. Coyote and Charlie Tuna) in the hopes of solving his own unique ontological riddle. It’s going to be very, very meta. Don’t believe me?
Well, I’ll admit, this is all purely speculative, but one can at least hope since THR has reported that wildly imaginative screenwriter Charlie Kaufman, author of such contemporary cinematic landmarks as Adaptation and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, recently completed a just-shy-of-two-weeks polish job on the latest Panda pic. Of course, my previous flight-of-fancy notwithstanding, this doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll be able to tell. It’s a well-known fact that producers often go through scores of writers on a project like this, and the likelihood of being able to isolate an echt-Kaufman line is pretty slim. Still, imagine if Po were to give utterance to something like this, straight out of Kaufman’s script for Human Nature: “I realize that love is nothing more than a messy conglomeration of need, desperation, fear of death and insecurity about penis size.”
“I have a lot of problems.” And so begins the trailer to Synecdoche, New York, Charlie Kaufman’s eagerly anticipated brain-squelcher of a movie. Those six words sum up all of Kaufman’s protagonists, and Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s destitute theater director appears no different. The film sees him re-create the mundanities of life in an emptied-out hangar, including a life-size replica of New York City. The magnetic Catherine Keener plays his ex-wife who left him for the German art scene, and Michelle Williams is an actress he marries. The trailer only hints at Kaufman’s trademark confounding self-reflexivity, and uncanniness, but it’s those ominous bleeps that make up the last seven seconds or so of this thing that really give me the creeps (in a good way).