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A “Lil Positivity”: Life-Long Florida Orphan Davion Only Receives Thousands Of Offers After Pleading For Family “Please Just Love Me Til I Die”

Damn this is so sad it almost makes us want to adopt him ourselves… Orphan Davion Only Pleads With Church For A Foster Family Via ABCNews The adoption agency handling the case of a Florida orphan whose church plea for a family to “love me until I die” has garnered national attention has been inundated with inquiries about him and offers to adopt him. “We have received a tremendous response from Davion’s story!” Eckerd posted on their Facebook page today. The agency has created a call center “to respond to each and every call” about 15-year-old Davion Navar Henry Only. “We ask that folks be patient, we are incredibly grateful for the outcry of interest in Davion and we will get back to everyone as soon as we can,” they wrote. “We are nearing 1,000 inquiries already! #secondchances” The agency has been so overwhelmed with calls that its voicemail has been filled to capacity, which has some people reporting problems. They are assuring people that the call center is working hard to respond to every call and message. Only, 15, has been in foster care his whole life, but has never had a family. On a recent Sunday, he stood in front of St. Mark Missionary Baptist Church in St. Petersburg, Fla., and made a public plea for a family. “I’ll take anyone,” Davion said. “Old or young, dad or mom, black, white, purple. I don’t care. And I would be really appreciative. The best I could be.” The plea has garnered national attention that Davion hopes will help him finally find a family. There has been an outpouring of support online for Davion, including on Facebook, Twitter and ABCNews.com. If you’re not crying by now, you’re probably not human… “We live in NY, but my husband just called the agency. We are waiting for a call back from them,” reader Denise Aponte Smith Kline wrote in the comments section of the ABCNews.com story. “We are foster parents and we have had 13 children come through our doors over the last 5-6 years. All of them so very special.” “We would be willing to adopt Davion if there isn’t another family, locally in his county, who doesn’t come forward,” Kline wrote. “Trusting the Lord to work this all out in Davion’s favor. No child should have to ever make a plea like that.” “Wow. I hope this kid finds a loving home,” another reader wrote. “It breaks my heart that so many children grow up in foster care. And when people adopt, they want babies or toddlers, not older kids or teens. Those kids deserve just as much love! Davion, I wish you the absolute best in life!!!” We pray that Davion finds a loving family to help raise him into a great man. Image via YouTube Continue reading

REVIEW: Tina Fey’s Class Clown Act Can’t Save C-Level ‘Admission’

Though smarter than your average dramedy, Paul Weitz’s  forced Admission faces some major identity issues. Tina Fey  plays a discombobulated Princeton admissions officer who must confront the limits of her morals when she learns that a potential Princeton applicant might be the son she gave up for adoption. What appears on paper to be an ideal three-dimensional, morally complex role for the quick-witted comedienne backfires in practice, relying on Fey to be funny in a movie that works better serious. Despite offering consolation to the world’s many Ivy League rejects that the gatekeepers sometimes make mistakes, low entrance levels await. Clearly, what Weitz wanted was to recapture some of Fey’s Baby Mama mojo (it earned a surprise $60 million, after all), relying on the actress to bring the same vulnerable uncertainty to another harried working-woman role. But that film was conceived as a traditional laffer, whereas Admission is based on Jean Hanff Korelitz’s more nuanced novel, in which Fey’s seemingly straightlaced character is thrown for a loop by a highly unusual applicant. While the book treats this wrinkle as its big surprise, the more plot-driven adaptation serves it up as a central concept, positioning Fey’s Portia Nathan as an increasingly screwball character struggling (and mostly failing) to maintain her professional ethics amid a messy personal crisis. Through a series of clunky, on-the-nose character-development scenes, the pic establishes Portia’s life — or, more accurately, her current state of denial: She’s fallen into a predictable routine with her tweedy lit-professor b.f. ( Michael Sheen ), her fastidiously clean workspace and her general intolerance of kids. Instead of indulging auds’ natural curiosity with a look inside the closed-door world of college admissions, the pic leaves Fey and her co-stars to play dress-up in a wood-paneled office where Wallace Shawn amiably poses as the dean of admissions and everybody carries around orange folders like so many hyper-efficient Oompa Loompas. The impression essentially favors Princeton as it reveals the fair, yet relatively inflexible process by which Portia and rival Corinne (Gloria Reuben) evaluate high school seniors’ essays and extracurriculars. Each folder conjures a fresh, optimistic-looking teen at the edge of the reader’s desk, the majority of whom then plummet through an invisible trapdoor after failing to meet the high threshold. With Portia and Corinne competing for a promotion, Portia throws herself into her usual visits to prospective students, giving the same canned speech at every stop until she arrives at New Quest, a newly accredited — and highly experimental — school overseen by fellow Dartmouth grad John Pressman ( Paul Rudd ). Implausibly, John remembers the day and hour Portia gave her baby up for adoption and has somehow managed to match it to his star pupil, a freakishly smart but terribly awkward teen named Jeremiah (Nat Wolff). But Pressman’s timing in revealing the information couldn’t be worse: Not only is this a sensitive time at work, but Portia’s b.f. is searching for an opportunity to break things off, and her long-frazzled relationship with her mother ( Lily Tomlin ) is coming to a boil, all of which drives Portia to behave as only movie characters do, sobbing, smooching and puking at the most inopportune moments. Other New Quest students question the value of what they see as the sexist, racist, homophobic institution Portia represents, but Jeremiah wants to attend Princeton. Problem is, he lacks the grades to get in. Watching the final admissions process, one wants to believe the officers become this invested in everyone they consider. And yet Portia goes to extremes to boost Jeremiah’s chances, manipulating co-workers and even breaking in to alter his file. The comedy feels forced as Fey works overtime to insert unnecessary zingers at the tail of every scene. If the cast weren’t so endearing, her actions could easily sour an audience on the whole experience, and Admission digs itself a hole only an ensemble this appealing can escape. Tomlin in particular enlivens her limited screentime as an irrepressible free spirit — a woman who truly understands the meaning of acceptance. Follow Movieline on  Twitter .

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What People Are Missing In The NY Times Story On Lindsay Lohan

After Lindsay Lohan’s  got busted for allegedly slugging another woman at a New York nightclub in November, I wrote her off as a lost cause , but Stephen Rodrick’s fascinating New York Times piece  about Paul Schrader’s making of The Canyons with Lohan left me thinking that there’s still a talented actress in that scandal-ravaged psyche worth saving. Although Lohan exhibits plenty of ridiculous (and tragic) behavior in the story that would prove my original point, and the media has predictably chosen to run with that, I was struck by a few passages in the story that indicate Lohan is more than just a self-destructive starlet whose career is hanging by a thread.  Here are three of them: “The next day, Lohan arrived relatively on time for a makeup test. She sat behind a table with a can of Sprite, looked into the camera and flashed a wholesome smile that would not have been out of place in the world’s best soda commercial. Schrader grabbed my arm and pointed at Lohan’s image. ‘See? That’s why we put up with all the crap. You can shoot bad movies with actresses who are always on time. But look! The rest is just noise.’” Then there’s Rodrick’s description of Lohan’s preparation for a scene in which she was required to be scared and emotionally naked: “All that remained was to get a close-up of Deen touching Lohan’s face with a blood-streaked finger. Only half of Lohan’s face would be in the shot. Most actresses would pop in some Visine to well their eyes with tears and be done with it. Instead, Lohan went back to her room, and everyone waited. I was standing by her door, and soon I could hear her crying. It began quietly, almost a whimper, but rose to a guttural howl. It was the sobbing of a child lost in the woods. She came out of her room, and I watched the shot on a monitor. Now, without the garish makeup, Lohan looked sadly beautiful, and it was easy to see why men like Schrader were willing to put their lives in her hands.” The last excerpt appears at the very end of the story when, after all of the drama of shooting The Canyons,  Rodrick asks the writer of Taxi Driver and the director of Affliction and the underrated Auto Focus , if he regretted casting Lohan: “He shook his head. “No, she’s great in the film.” Schrader then told me a secret. Until the screening disaster, Schrader had been in talks with Lohan to star in a remake of John Cassavetes’s “Gloria,” about a woman on the run from the mob. The director lighted up, childlike; hope triumphing over memories of being stripped naked. “It doesn’t involve a co-star. She would be perfect for it.” One of the things that makes Rodrick’s piece so good is that with passages like that, the reader has to make a judgement call: Is Schrader deluded because he really needs this film to move the needle, or is that the veteran filmmaker in him — the one who’s worked with Robert De Niro , Martin Scorsese and his brilliant, late brother Leonard Schrader — talking?  I say it’s a mixture of both, but more of the latter. And though Rodrick certainly leaves the impression that The Canyons is a problematic film (that was rejected by the Sundance Film Festival), he also writes this passage about Lohan’s performance that suggests that, with a lot of tough love and self-discipline, her career is salvageable. “But about 15 minutes in, something clicked….Lohan was equal parts vulnerable and dissolute.” I know what you’re thinking: That line is a distillation of Lohan’s recent life, but go back and re-read the description of Lohan’s crying scene. In the right hands, Lohan is capable of tapping into all of chaos and pain she’s experienced and putting it into her performance. It’s too bad that Exorcist: The Beginning was such a debacle for Schrader.  LiLo could probably turn in quite a performance as a woman possessed.  As the Times piece demonstrates, the promising actress that Lohan once was is still alive in her.  It’s just that the demons keep dragging her down. More on Lindsay Lohan: Lindsay Lohan Busted Again − Is She Beyond Help? Follow Frank DiGiacomo on Twitter.  Follow Movieline on Twitter. 

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Kim Kardashian Comic Book: Coming Soon!

Kim Kardashian has conquered another medium, but she may not be so thrilled about its coverage for once in her life. Illustrator Noval Hernawan has teamed with Bluewater Productions – the same company behind comics in honor of Robert Pattinson , Justin Bieber and many others – to create “Kim Kardashian: 15 Minutes.” It will chronicle the reality star’s rise to fame and all of her ex lovers, including first husband Damon Thomas and, of course, focus a great deal on the Kim Kardashian sex tape . “It’s safe for me to say that overall, I’m quite happy with the end result of this project,” Hernawan says. “I’m very grateful to be given this opportunity, and I hope the reader will enjoy the book as much as we enjoyed making it. Hopefully Kim will too!” Kim Kardashian: 15 Minutes is out RIGHT NOW. Will you pick up a copy?

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Academy Sets New Rules for 85th Academy Awards

The rules are out and email has been hit. The Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences have restricted the amount of email that can be sent to its members, limiting it to “only one piece of mail and one email per film company” each week. There are also increased restrictions on third parties distributing materials and the number of screenings Academy members can be invited to (mostly without food or drink). The Academy’s release detailing its updated policies follows: The Board of Governors of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences has updated regulations for how companies and individuals may market movies and achievements eligible for the 85th Academy Awards® to Academy members. The changes pertain to screenings that feature live filmmaker participation, the formats on which members may receive screeners, and limitations on how mail, email and websites may be used in campaigning.

 “These rules help us maintain a level playing field for all of the nominees and protect the integrity of the Awards process,” said Academy President Tom Sherak. 

After the announcement of nominations on January 15, 2013, and until the final polls close (February 19, 2013), Academy members may be invited to up to four screenings of a nominated film that are preceded or followed by filmmaker Q&As or other such participation. A fifth such event in the United Kingdom will be permitted.  All participants must be nominated or have been eligible for nomination.  No screening event may include a reception or otherwise offer complimentary food or beverages. These limitations do not apply to screenings held by the Academy, guilds or similar organizations.

 The regulations also now stipulate that members may receive the film both on DVD and as a digital download. 

 Additionally, each week, members may be sent only one piece of mail and one email per film company.  The rules maintain the prohibition on sending members links to websites that promote a film using audio, video, or other multimedia elements, but may include links to the videos in the “Academy Conversations” series on Oscars.org.

 The Academy has augmented its existing ban on film companies using third parties to distribute materials that they would be prohibited from sending directly. The regulation now specifies that film companies may not have a publication use its subscriber lists to send stand alone materials to members, except in connection with the distribution of the publication itself.  This amendment does not affect a company’s ability to place their usual promotional materials in trade publications.

 Similarly, while guilds and other awards organizations may hold non-screening events after the nominations announcement, this rule now specifies that film companies may not use such occasions as opportunities to sponsor promotional events that would otherwise violate Academy regulations.

 To read the complete Regulations Concerning the Promotion of Films Eligible for the 85th Academy Awards, go to http://www.oscars.org/awards/academyawards/rules/regulations.html. 

The 85th Academy Awards will be held at the Dolby Theatre™ at Hollywood & Highland Center® in Hollywood, and will be televised live by the ABC Television Network.

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REVIEW: Dogme 95 Meets The Hangover in Startlingly Funny Klown

Like so many of the R-rated comedies of Judd Apatow and Todd Phillips, the Danish film  Klown is about men behaving amusingly badly while the women in their lives wait on the sidelines for them to grow up and get their act together. In  Klown , however, the ladies have a pretty good case for just walking away, and a certain resignation in their attitudes suggests they know it, but have already put so much time into these relationships that they feel terminally invested. Directed by Mikkel Nørgaard and based on a  2005-2009 TV series of the same name that you need know nothing about to appreciate the film,  Klown is the story of besties Frank (Frank Hvam) and Casper (Casper Christensen) and the camping trip they’ve planned together that’s actually an excuse for Casper to sleep around and Frank to attempt to prove he’s fit for fatherhood. It’s startlingly funny in an uncomfortable, envelope-pushing way that’s all the more effective for how it sneaks up on you — its shocking gags are folded into a low-key, semi-realistic style like a Dogme 95 take on  The Hangover . Frank is the petulant, awkward half of  Klown ‘s central friendship, while Casper is the outgoing horndog, and however long the pair have been pals, there are few boundaries between them. The vacation they’ve planned strategically involves a canoe, because, as Casper explains, his girlfriend Iben ( High Fidelity ‘s Iben Hjejle) would never want to come along on a canoe trip and so she won’t be around to prevent his running wild. Their end goal is a party being thrown by their friend Bent (musician/composer Bent Fabricius-Bjerre, playing, like most everyone else in the film, a  Curb Your Enthusiasm -style gloss on his real-life self) for which prostitutes from around the world are flown in for a once-a-year bacchanal. But then Frank learns from a friend that his girlfriend Mia (Mia Lyhne) is pregnant, and that she hasn’t told him because, as she puts it, “I worry you don’t have enough potential as a father.” She has reason for concern — and Frank’s plan to prove her wrong involves spontaneously and ill-advisedly taking Bo (Marcuz Jess Petersen), Mia’s 12-year-old nephew left in their care while his newly remarried mother is on her honeymoon, with them on what Casper has given the child-unfriendly name of the “Tour de Pussy.” Near the start of the film,  Klown winkingly places its main characters at a book  club meeting in which the novel chosen is  Heart of Darkness  (neither Frank nor Casper did the reading). But our two heroes aren’t journeying into the forbidding unknown — they’re the agents of chaos, bringing entertaining disaster to everyone they encounter, from a group of high school students on a field trip to a woman who takes them in and feeds them after their boat capsizes.  Klown has a looseness to it that can feel improvised, but many of its jokes reveal themselves to be carefully structured, from one that plays off of Casper’s technique of male flirting to get his way (he matter-of-factly insists to Frank that all men are a little gay) to another involving the single-serving bottles of Underberg liquor the pair are constantly downing. Tubby, solemn Bo is no adorable sidekick, and Frank’s no natural with kids, and his attempts to entertain the boy go wincingly poorly. When there is the odd moment of sweetness, it’s disarmingly off-kilter, as when Frank consoles Bo about the fact that for guys with their build, their tummy fat can make their penises look smaller. Frank’s fitness for fatherhood comes down to a genuine question about whether he’ll ever be able to put the well-being of someone else before his own, and while he means well, poor Bo rarely seems in safe hands throughout the trip. The kid gets humiliated, neglected and endangered, but also gets an instance or two of giddy, well-earned, irresponsible joy — it’s thanks to him that the film can find something touching about the act of peeing while standing up. Are there lessons to be learned in  Klown ? Thank god, no, though Frank does experience a smidgen of hard-won growth while Casper remains gleefully unchanged (Christensen is the film’s comedic stand-out, his smirkingly slick persona landing him in outrageously humiliating situations). It’s hard to call the film a tribute to male friendship when it presents guy-bonding time as all an excuse to get smashed, hit on teenagers and bang one’s way through multiple continents worth of hookers, but it does touch on the dread of getting older and the desire to hold on to both the feckless kid you were while also being the grown-up you inarguably have become, one that can lead to some lousy decisions. One of the film’s best and most hilarious moments comes after a rough night for both of the characters that ends in a jaw-dropping reveal. Reunited, the two walk through the campsite determinedly  not talking about what they’ve each been through. Sometimes friendship means sticking by someone, and other times it mean knowing when to just let things be. Klown is in theaters in New York, Los Angeles, Austin and on VOD Friday. Follow Alison Willmore on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .

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Memo to Warner: Delay Gangster Squad, Don’t Cut It

To paraphrase Clemenza from The Godfather : Move the picture. Keep the scene. Deadline Hollywood reported that Warner Bros. has decided to push the release date of Gangster Squad to January 11, 2013. The schedule shuffle took place as a result of the tragic mass shooting at a midnight screening of The Dark Knight Rises in Aurora, Colo. As you’re probably well aware by now, there’s a pivotal scene in the Ruben Fleischer-directed movie in which mobsters burst through a movie screen to spray a crowd of movie goers with machine-gun fire. Warner, which is part of a public company, is understandably postponing the release date to avoid appearing insensitive to the Colorado tragedy, especially given the eerie similarity between the Gangster Squad scene and what happened in Aurora. It’s a smart move, and now that the studio is putting some distance between Aurora and Gangster Squad , I think it should give serious consideration to leaving the theater scene intact. (As Deadline reported, plans are to substitute another murder spree that takes place in a different setting.) As others have pointed out, Fleischman’s movie was completed before the shooting in Aurora took place.  (The studio was already reportedly screening the film.) Admittedly, it’s a sensitive and unfortunate situation.  &mdash ; but it’s a situation that should be solved with the passage of time, not the alteration of a filmmaker’s work. Consider the point made by one Movieline reader when I  wrote on Tuesday that the movie’s release would probably be delayed until next year. In the comments section, the reader, who goes by the handle “Elkabong,” noted that “Around 300 Americans were killed in automobiles last month,” adding:  “I assume that Warner is going to cut out any future scenes which involve people driving cars.” A Warner spokeswoman confirmed that Gangster Squad would not be released on Sept. 7 but said that no new date had been set. Stay tuned. Follow Frank DiGiacomo on Twitter .  Follow Movieline on Twitter . Watch the video on YouTube.

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Olivia Munn’s Vagina Hugged for Ocean Drive of the Day

I saw these pictures and probably even linked to them last week…but intentionally ignored doing a post on them because I think Olivia Munn is worthless, bottom feeding, garbage of a human who exploits virgin losers by cock teasing them into thinking she’s into their shit….all for fame….and that kind of shit sucks….. Since the reader of this site is a virgin loser, into sci/fi, comics, and all other things that help maintain virginity, I think it’s my job as someone who hates that shit, and is too cool for that shit, cuz I’m into fucking, to be like a big brother and look out for you, calling her out for the cunt that she is….. But when her cunt is being jacked so hard by a leotard, even after being photoshopped, I have no choice but to post it, it’s just what I do here and I justify it as being a good opportunity to mock her a little and call her out for her bullshit…to help inspire you to hate her too….we are an extended family after all….

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Reader Sound Off! 10 Female Singers Who Are Underrated…

These ladies are soooo underrated according to our reader, Monique. Do you agree?

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Our History Makers: Langston Hughes

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James Langston Hughes was born February 1, 1902, in Joplin, Missouri. His parents divorced when he was a small child, and his father moved to Mexico. His grandmother raised him until he was thirteen, when he moved to Lincoln, Illinois, to live with his mother and her husband, before the family eventually settled in Cleveland, Ohio. It was in Lincoln, Illinois, that Hughes began writing poetry. Following graduation, he spent a year in Mexico and a year at Columbia University. During these years, he held odd jobs as an assistant cook, launderer, and a busboy, and traveled to Africa and Europe working as a seaman. In November 1924, he moved to Washington, D.C. Hughes’s first book of poetry, The Weary Blues, was published by Alfred A. Knopf in 1926. He finished his college education at Lincoln University in Pennsylvania three years later. In 1930 his first novel, Not Without Laughter, won the Harmon gold medal for literature. Hughes, who claimed Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Carl Sandburg, and Walt Whitman as his primary influences, is particularly known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties. He wrote novels, short stories and plays, as well as poetry, and is also known for his engagement with the world of jazz and the influence it had on his writing, as in Montage of a Dream Deferred. His life and work were enormously important in shaping the artistic contributions of the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s. Unlike other notable black poets of the period—Claude McKay, Jean Toomer, and Countee Cullen, Hughes refused to differentiate between his personal experience and the common experience of black America. He wanted to tell the stories of his people in ways that reflected their actual culture, including both their suffering and their love of music, laughter, and language itself. Langston Hughes died of complications from prostate cancer in May 22, 1967, in New York. In his memory, his residence at 20 East 127th Street in Harlem, New York City, has been given landmark status by the New York City Preservation Commission, and East 127th Street has been renamed “Langston Hughes Place.” In addition to leaving us a large body of poetic work, Hughes wrote eleven plays and countless works of prose, including the well-known “Simple” books: Simple Speaks His Mind, Simple Stakes a Claim, Simple Takes a Wife, and Simple’s Uncle Sam. He edited the anthologies The Poetry of the Negro and The Book of Negro Folklore, wrote an acclaimed autobiography, The Big Sea and co-wrote the play Mule Bone with Zora Neale Hurston. A Selected Bibliography Poetry Ask Your Mama: 12 Moods for Jazz (1961) Collected Poems of Langston Hughes (1994) Dear Lovely Death (1931) Fields of Wonder (1947) Fine Clothes to the Jew (1927) Freedom’s Plow (1943) Montage of a Dream Deferred (1951) One-Way Ticket (1949) Scottsboro Limited (1932) Selected Poems (1959) Shakespeare in Harlem (1942) The Dream Keeper and Other Poems (1932) The Panther and the Lash: Poems of Our Times (1967) The Weary Blues (1926) Prose Good Morning, Revolution: Uncollected Social Protest Writings by Langston Hughes (1973) I Wonder as I Wander (1956) Laughing to Keep From Crying (1952) Not Without Laughter (1930) Remember Me to Harlem: The Letters of Langston Hughes and Carl Van Vechten, 1925-1964 (2001) Simple Speaks His Mind (1950) Simple Stakes a Claim (1957) Simple Takes a Wife (1953) Simple’s Uncle Sam (1965) Something in Common and Other Stories (1963) Tambourines to Glory (1958) The Arna Bontemps-Langston Hughes Letters (1980) The Big Sea (1940) The Langston Hughes Reader (1958) The Ways of White Folks (1934) Drama Black Nativity (1961) Collected Works of Langston Hughes, vol. 5: The Plays to 1942: Mulatto to The Sun Do Move (2000) Don’t You Want to Be Free? (1938) Five Plays by Langston Hughes (1963) Little Ham (1935) Mulatto (1935) Mule Bone (1930) Simply Heavenly (1957) Soul Gone Home (1937) The Political Plays of Langston Hughes (2000) Poetry in Translation Cuba Libre (1948) Gypsy Ballads (1951) Selected Poems of Gabriela Mistral (1957) Translation Masters of the Dew (1947)

Our History Makers: Langston Hughes