New Image of Amanda Seyfried as Linda Lovelace; Biopic Set for Sundance Premiere

Yesterday we brought you the fifteen movies we’re most excited about at this year’s Sundance Film Festival, but it seems we forgot one big one: Lovelace, the biopic about Linda Lovelace and her starring turn in the classic ’70s porno Deep Throat. Stills from the film have been trickling online in the fast few months (and there’s something about that phrase that makes me a little uncomfy considering the subject matter of the film), but a new image of Amanda Seyfried in the titular role’s groovy hairdo popped up this morning.

Entertainment Weekly shares the image as well as more details about the film, which has an impressive cast assembled.

Sharon Stone, Juno Temple, Wes Bentley, Hank Azaria (in the directors chair), Robert Patrick, Bobby Cannavale (partially obscured in the upper right corner), and Chris Noth (standing beside the camera) co-star in Lovelace. Peter Sarsgaard also stars as Lovelace’s husband, Chuck Traynor, the man she later claimed abused her and coerced her into the porn world. James Franco will appear as Playboy founder Hugh Hefner, and Adam Brody (seated in the chair) is fellow porn actor Harry Reems.

Will Lovelace be a hit? Few movies have been able to capture the essence of porn the way that Boogie Nights did nearly sixteen (sixteen! it’s been that long!) years ago. It’ll definitely be a movie to keep an eye on. 

Check out the new still below:


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Linkage: Taylor Swift and Harry Styles Are Dunzo, Woody Allen’s New Flick Gets a Title

Taylor Swift and One Direction’s Harry Styles have broken up. I, for one, haven’t been this devastated since Taylor Swift broke up with that Kennedy kid. Alas, at least this means Swift will have enough material for at least three songs on her next album. (I’m guessing she’s been drafting some lyrics on that boat.) I’m hoping at least one of them is about Styles’s second set of nipples. (It’d be a good dig in a song called “I Could Never Love You (As Much As You Love Yourself)”) [NY Daily News, Gawker]

Woody Allen’s latest project has a name: Blue Jasmine. It also has a million people in it, including Alec Baldwin, Cate Blanchett, Bobby Cannavale, Louis C.K., Andrew Dice Clay, Sally Hawkins, and Peter Sarsgaard. Here’s hoping Andrew Dice Clay plays the regular Woody Allen doppelganger. [Splitsider]

Rapper / weed enthusiast The Game took a break from scarfing down peanut butter-covered Fritos and DiGiorno pizzas to make some comments following Justin Bieber’s alleged marijuana use: “Let’s keep it real. There’s a lot of people in high positions…who smoke a little weed sometimes. I’m not saying it’s okay…but [Bieber] made a mistake.” I’m totally surprised that his statement wasn’t more to the point. [SOHH]

Last year, New York pizza joint L’Asso sent me a calendar featuring pizzas in sexy poses. (One included a pizza wearing assless chaps. I know it’s hard to picture, but just go with it.) It looks like someone else has figured out exactly what I’d like to put on my wall in 2013: a calendar featuring women covered in manure. [The Gloss]

“I chose Ellen as Jesus because of the incredibly positive impact she’s had on the masses. When she came out as gay on television her career took an unjust beating, and she rose form the ashes to become more powerful and well-liked than ever. Portia de Rossi was the easy choice as Mary Magdalene. The only other character I wanted to match up historically was Judas. Despite her status as a fictional character, I absolutely had to choose Shane McCutcheon from ‘The L Word’ as Judas because of her notoriously bad behavior in relationships.” Art, you guys. [HuffPo]

James Franco. Justin Bieber. This link placed here solely for SEO purposes. [Observer]

Bones is returning for a ninth season, which only makes me wonder if anyone can bother to explain to me what the hell Bones is about. [EW]

Brad Pitt has been banned from China, and Paris Hilton has been banned from Japan. Too bad I can’t ban them from my brain HA HA HA AM I RIGHT? [Flavorwire]

Apparently we should all be friends with Lars Von Trier’s Melancholia on Facebook. [Creeper Status]

Here’s a video of a dude falling off a skateboard. You know you need it today. [Hypervocal]

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Patti Smith at Espace

My first vision of Patti Smith is a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. She’s a few feet from me on a dark stage in a club, long lost in addled memory. I can see her now in my minds eye …slow motion… then faster than life, then a strobe light vision in a white T-shirt. Bottles are being thrown at the stage and she’s barking and bellowing at the combat-booted crowd. She leers and screams, threatening them into a frenzy of punk madness. I became conscious in that world of geek bands like the Dead Boys, The Heartbreakers and The Ramones, where being sedated or lost or misplaced was the anthem. Patti Smith was saying something different to me that night.

She was different. Her hard, street mean demeanor left a trail of intelligent lyrics behind—realized as I was jostled by the frothing crowd. She was simply smarter, more romantic, and more poetic than the lot. I went home and read the words and saw the difference. Over the years, I would occasionally catch her act, but it wasn’t the same. Less angry, better T-shirts, nobody throwing anything or pushing me or kicking. I could hear the words easier and I sang along. Her seething was evident but less apparent as she and the generation evolved. The words and passion hit home, but my home had changed. I’d see her on the subway or walking on the street or once having dinner with Sinead O’Connor at Hangawi (that vegetarian Korean restaurant that slays me). She was/is such a part of the downtown religion that I pay sacrifice to. I play “Because the Night” every time I DJ because the words got me through so many nights so long ago. I was invited to Patti Smith live in concert at a benefit for the American Folk Art Museum at Espace Friday night and I had to go.

The event promised Maggie Gyllenhaal, Peter Sarsgaard, Betsy Johnson, Jenny Holzer, Jeff Koons, Kelly Bensimon, Ruben and Isabel Toledo, Jake Paltrow, Blythe Danner, Ryan McGinley and a host of others, but I’m not much for name dropping. The evening was to celebrate the birthday of Henry Darger whose intimate collages are currently on view for the first time in the museum’s new exhibition. A conflict of no particular interest made me late and I came in while Patti was on stage. She complained of a little thing in her throat that caused her to miss a note here and there but an ageless crowd couldn’t hear or care if they did. It was strange seeing the flowered banquet tables and seated audience rock to the songs that had them foaming once before. Betsy Johnson bounded around in her happy state and then helped out with “Gloria” just before Patti’s big move of standing on a table near the stage. Her “Ghost Dance” lyrics, “We shall live again” seemed ironic. She stayed on stage after her last song forgoing the formality of the crowd stomping their expensive shoes and clapping their manicured hands for an encore. She made light of it saying, “It seems so lame. Oh they want us to come back?” It was a fun, light moment.

She demanded the crowd rise from their seats for “Gloria” saying, “You’re lucky to be alive, actually a lot of you ARE lucky to be alive.” Once again, I felt like she was talking directly to me, like in that black and white and muffled memory I was reliving from an era I’d miraculously survived. The intensity of the East Village/L.E.S world echoes in punk anthems of long-dead bands. People today play them or listen to them as muzak without truly understanding that era of anguish. It’s marvelous that she’s still relevant. Patti Smith is still great and she still brings a certain intensity, still packs the punk poet but she plays to a different crowd, or at least a crowd that has become different. After the show, my gal and I walked east to catch Michael Caine’s brilliant performance in Harry Brown where he channels Charlie Bronson and Travis Bickle to vanquish terrorizing British punks in modern England. Our journey took us past a Food Emporium with a large advertisement for Himalayan Pink Salt and Freeze Dried Green Peppercorns. I was interested in their magic. The first time I saw Patti play I had a slice and a coke at Stromboli’s

Sienna Miller & Peter Sarsgaard’s Favorite NYC Spots: Sylvia’s, Marlow & Sons

You’d think that when Sienna Miller was in New York, she’d take a meal at a Meatpacking mecca like Bagatelle, or a blinged-out celebrity trap like Nobu. Nope. The globetrotting actress recently told us that her favorite place to dine in the Big Apple is Harlem’s historic soul food institution Sylvia’s. “Collard greens and fried chicken is my idea of heaven,” she says.

As for Peter Sarsgaard, her Mysteries of Pittsburgh costar, he prefers to dine within walking distance of the home he shares with wife Maggie Gyllenhaal. The Brooklyn resident chose Park Slope trattoria Al di Là as his go-to spot. “It’s incredible Italian food. They don’t take reservations so you have to stand in line, but it’s really, really good,” he said, as Miller made a mental note to write the name of the restaurant down. “I also like going Marlow & Sons for a beer. You know, it’s a hip, happening crowd. It’s very sexy and cool, and always crowded. I like to sit at the bar and just babe watch.”

Sienna Miller & Peter Sarsgaard on “Shitsburgh”

A couple years back, Sienna Miller was on location in Pittsburgh shooting an under-the-radar indie called The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, based on Michael Chabon’s debut novel. The production gained notoriety when the outspoken British starlet told Rolling Stone that it was more like “Shitsburgh.” Some backlash ensued (the local paper retaliated with the cheap-shot headline, “Semi-famous actress dumps on the ‘Burgh”), Miller completed work on the film and left Pittsburgh to go shit talk elsewhere. The movie has since gathered dust on the shelf (crap Sundance reviews have that effect on a movie), so it felt strange asking her about controversy three years after the fact.

“I come from a rhyming slang family. I made a joke and as tends to happen with me, it did not translate at all to print,” explained a very radiant Miller when it was brought up (much to her publicist’s dismay) at the recent press day for Pittsburgh. “I think seven Amish people got shot dead that day, and I was on the front page and not that, so there’s a point where it’s like — I would not never deliberately hurt anyone, I’m not that person. It was an absolute storm, but at the end of the day I was sorry, I apologized. I was shocked at the reaction. I actually love Pittsburgh, my father is from Pittsburgh … he laughed.”

Peter Sarsgaard, who also stars in the film and was seated beside her, defended his costar. “Have you ever taped yourself while sitting around with a group of friends and then gone back to listen to it? It’s never fun. If I had said it, people would have laughed. I’m from St. Louis, and I’ve said all sorts of things about St. Louis. It’s also because she’s British and she’s a pretty girl, and the combination is deadly.”

Most Hollywood actresses wouldn’t dare crack derogatory jokes at the expense of an American city, let alone one that was generously hosting them during a film shoot. But Miller is known for her indiscretions, both in the press — she once told a reporter drugs were “fuckloads of fun” — and in her personal life, most recently suing two publications after being photographed topless with a married Balthazar Getty. ““I find it very difficult to be anything but myself in interviews. Sometimes that works to my advantage, and other times it really doesn’t. I’m not good at playing games. I’m not going to go in there and pretend to be someone I’m not. Like it or leave it. I think I’d be much more unhappy if I was putting on a persona,” she says.

Sarsgaard, who for his part hasn’t “enjoyed” even a fragment of the media scrutiny leveled at Miller, believes that an actor can weather media squalls with self-discipline. “Media attention has never hurt an actor as long as the actor stays focused on their work,” he said. Surprising, considering Miller — known for her party-girl lifestyle — was right next to him.

“I think it can have a negative effect. I would love to not have that level of attention in my life,” she said, mentioning that there were 40 photographers waiting for her at the airport last night. “It’s pretty full-on.”

Sarsgaard noted that most of the attention he gets from paparazzi is fallout from his marriage to Maggie Gyllenhaal. “I’m in the tabloids frequently because I’m standing next to my wife, because they go after the women because I guess the women read the magazines. But it’s never hurt any of our careers. I felt it when my daughter was born. When Maggie and I went down the stairs to go to the hospital, in transition, I open the door to the street, and there are 20 photographers there and people with video cameras.”