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Share Your Best Daniel Radcliffe Mini Fan Fiction, Win a Woman in Black Prize Pack (UPDATED)

The much-anticipated Daniel Radcliffe ghost-story thriller The Woman in Black opens Feb. 3. This calls for a giveaway! But considering what you stand to win (including an iPod Nano and a signed WIB poster), we’re going to make you work for it. (Sort of.) Welcome to Movieline’s Daniel Radcliffe Mini Fan Fiction Sweepstakes! [ UPDATE 2/2: Contest is now closed — thanks to all who participated! Scroll down for the winning submission. ] First things first: The prize line-up!

Are ‘Pants Back’ Stars Like Their Characters?

‘I am like my character in that I am black,’ Jordan Carlos jokes to MTV News before tonight’s premiere. By Jocelyn Vena Sunkrish Bala, Elisabeth Hower and Jordan Carlos Photo: MTV News The characters on MTV’s new scripted series “I Just Want My Pants Back” are young, occasionally romantically challenged and always up for a good time. The show, set in New York, is a nonstop party that follows the lives of several twentysomethings trying to find love and find themselves in the Big Apple. The characters each play a role (sassy, neurotic, lustful) in their circle of friends, the same way that those other “Friends” did back in the 1990s. The show focuses on Jason, Tina and the rest of their Brooklyn-dwelling crew as they struggle with unemployment and general disaffection. But are the actors anything like their characters on the show? MTV News investigates. Jordan Carlos and Elisabeth Hower play the show’s only couple. Their characters, Eric and Stacey, are extremely driven (she goes to law school, he goes to med school) and very much in love, but for Carlos the similarities begin and end with only one trait. “I am a black person,” he joked. “I am like my character in that I am black.” Hower, almost on cue, added, “I am also a girl in real life,” before noting that there’s some part of those people in their real-life personas. “No, I think there’s a little bit of all of us in the characters. We all have to connect to our characters.” Meanwhile, Sunkrish Bala plays Bobby, the gang’s pal and the owner of their local bodega. Always quick with some sassy advice, Bala notes that, well, he’s not quite like Bobby. “I’m nothing like my character,” he said. “But I know a lot of guys like [him]. I have a relationship with guys [like that].” While one half of the cast finds it harder to relate to their small-screen counterparts, Kim Shaw and Peter Vack seem to relate a bit more to their characters on the show. With notes of “Sex and the City” thanks to the characters’ ups and downs in the romance department, Shaw plays the sexy, Samantha-esque Tina, while Vack plays Jason, the male hipster equivalent to Carrie Bradshaw. “We’re probably too much like them!” Shaw laughed. “I wish I was a little quicker with my words like Tina is. She says exactly what she’s thinking all the time. I think [Vack is] not as sexually deviant as Jason is on the show.” “Jason’s not a sexual deviant,” Vack protested. “I’m a romantic like Jason.” “I Just Want My Pants Back” premieres tonight at 11 p.m. ET, right after “Jersey Shore.” Stick with MTV’s Remote Control blog for more coverage of the show. Related Videos I Just Want My Pants Back | Sneak Peeks

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REVIEW: Ben Wheatley’s Kill List Works Hard to Be a Cult Film — Which Is Why It Can Never Be One

Everyone wants to be the one to discover the next low-budget and/or indie supernatural shocker, the stylish, wicked little thing that scares the bejesus out of you and sends you running to your friends, saying, “You’ve gotta see this!” UK filmmaker Ben Wheatley’s Kill List isn’t that wicked little thing — not by a long shot. Yet it’s a frustrating case. Wheatley drops enough unnerving bread crumbs in the first two-thirds to leave you wondering where the hell he’s headed, and even the big finale should be satisfying enough: It just belongs to a different movie, and it’s unsettling in a way that doesn’t feel earned. That Kill List begins, seemingly, as a standard domestic drama is just one of Wheatley’s intentional red herrings. (He co-wrote the script with Amy Jump.) In the movie’s opening scene Jay (Neil Maskell) is bickering with his wife, Shel (MyAnna Buring), in the presence of their somewhat daft-looking young son, Sam (Harry Simpson). It turns out Jay, an altogether regular-looking and somewhat doughy husband type, hasn’t worked for months: He’s a hit man and the hits just haven’t been coming, since he botched his last job. Then buddy and former associate Gal (Michael Smiley) shows up at the couple’s home for a dinner party, a leggy stretch of girlfriend in tow: He wants to loop Jay into a gig he’s been offered, which requires offing a number of targets. Meanwhile, the sultry, doe-eyed girlfriend, Fiona (Emma Fryer), who looks pretty friendly and normal-like (she explains to her hosts that she works in “human resources”), slips into the couple’s bathroom, removes a mirror from the wall, and does something funny to the back of it. It’s the first of the movie’s numerous “What the — ?” moments, some of which involve episodes of grim brutality that are at first discreetly presented, and then less so. That’s part of Wheatley’s MO: When the violence first kicks off, he cuts away, lulling you into thinking he’s not going to be exploitive. Surprise! Get ready for – and there’s a minor spoiler ahead, though it has nothing to do with the movie’s allegedly supershocking finale – seeing a bunch of brains blown all over a table, like the contents of the world’s ewkiest piñata. Later, we’re treated to a partial view of a rabbit skinning – yum! Should we commend Wheatley – who previously made the 2009 crime comedy Down Terrace – for putting us off guard only to pull the rug out from us? Or is he really just being a sneaky cheat? The more I think about Kill List, the cheaper its shockeroo tactics seem, despite the fact that through its first two-thirds, the picture is compelling almost in spite of itself. Kill List features lots of unapologetic art-house cutting: Scenes are edited into jagged shards, the better to dislocate us with. And in places, it’s bitterly funny. When Jay and Gal approach the first mark on their list – I won’t tell you who it is, but it’s the type of person neither you nor I would be particularly happy about killing – Gal says dryly, “Well, at least it’s not a toddler.” But the plot of Kill List depends too much on Jay’s descent-into-madness routine, and it doesn’t quite wash. This is definitely a guy with a habit of flying off the handle: He threatens physical harm to a bunch of meek, happy Christians who break into a spirited rendition of “Onward Christian Soldiers” in a restaurant. (OK, maybe that’s not so bad.) The idea is that this seemingly devoted family man has, you know, a dark side. This is a guy who’s so used to killing without reason that he no longer needs a reason: Kill List has been carefully and disingenuously front-loaded with post-Iraq meaning. And that’s before it takes a sharp left turn into Wicker Man -style folderol. Kill List is meticulously designed to be a cult film, which means it can never truly be one: It grabs its audience by the collar instead of beckoning seductively and carelessly. The conclusion of Kill List would be more unsettling if the subtle gradation of clues leading up to it didn’t raise so many unanswered questions, just for the hell of it. A mysteriously infected hand, instances of people thanking other people for things they haven’t even done yet – those could have been superb little macabre touches, if only they’d been woven more tightly into the narrative and not just left dangling like shabby hangnails. By the time Kill List jumps off the deep end into occulty weirdness, it’s almost too late for shock value. The ending is designed to make us recoil in horror. But you might be left wondering why you’d bothered with any of it in the first place. Follow Stephanie Zacharek on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .

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Oscar Index: Help is on the Way

It’s a little difficult for the specialists at Movieline’s Institute for the Advanced Study of Kudos Forensics to come into work these days, what with the pall of predictability settling in over the awards landscape and the painstaking studies into backlash physics yielding less and less of practical substance. What’s a frustrated kudologist to do? Besides drink for the next four weeks straight, I mean. Let’s look for ideas and encouragement for all in this week’s Oscar Index. The Final 9: 1. The Artist 2. The Help 3. Hugo 4. The Descendants 5. Midnight in Paris 6. Moneyball 7. The Tree of Life 8. The Daldry 9. War Horse The Artist followed up its ostensible Oscar-clinching Producers Guild win with triumphs at last weekend’s Directors Guild and Screen Actors Guild awards — sort of. Michel Hazanavicius did somewhat soundly establish his front-running creds over sentimental favorite Martin Scorsese, supplementing along the way his film’s chances in Best Picture. And Jean Dujardin nabbed SAG’s Best Actor prize over presumed favorite George Clooney, further reinforcing The Artist ‘s standing among actors. But then, also at SAG, came The Help — first with Viola Davis taking a commanding lead over Meryl Streep (and thus Harvey Weinstein, the season’s resident awards Merlin who distributed The Iron Lady and, of course, The Artist ) in Best Actress and, more surprisingly, The Help swiping Best Picture to close out the night. Factor in Octavia Spencer expected Supporting Actress sweep, and you’ll spot all the signs of a surge stirring where it matters the most: in the Academy’s Actors Branch, the most populous voting bloc in an organization whose final Oscar ballots just went out today. Nice timing, there. Still: Does it matter? Maybe so, comes the word from some corners of the awards commentariat. “[W]henever you watch history being made you feel the power of what these silly and otherwise pointless awards shows can sometimes do: move the needle ever so slightly,” observed Sasha Stone at Awards Daily. “No movie has taken three SAG awards since Chicago , which went on to win Best Picture — as did three of the last four movies to win the Cast award,” notes Mark Harris at Grantland. Or maybe not, suggest others. “Tate Taylor’s debut didn’t land a best film editing Oscar nomination,” wrote Gregory Ellwood at HitFix. “The last time a film won best picture without an editing nod? Ordinary People in 1981, 31 years ago.” Womp womp . All that being said, I increasingly doubt that this is a race that will come down to historical precedents — at least not statistical precedents, anyway. In fact, Harris offered the most provocative “data” of the week, which was ultimately just conjecture (but very interesting conjecture): Front-runners can’t be taken down abstractly; votes need to coalesce around a single opposition candidate, and even if there had been a chance of that happening this year, the unexpectedly wide field of nine nominees probably would have demolished it. Remember, The Artist doesn’t need to be a consensus choice to win Best Picture — depending on the way the ballots fall, it could technically win by receiving just 12 percent of the votes, and very credibly win with three out of four Academy members voting against it. I happened to be in the Oscar auditorium the year Crash won Best Picture, and I can report that what sounded on TV like a gasp of surprise resonated in the theater as something closer to horror. Very few people I ran into that night had voted for Crash . But it didn’t matter, because the vast majority of Oscar voters weren’t anywhere near that theater. They were at home watching TV. And a lot of them loved Crash . And a lot of them love The Artist . This would mean that Best Picture is shaping up as the kind of hearts-and-minds battle we’ve all seen before. Which, despite all my confidence in The Artist on Monday (and despite even Oscar oracle Harris’s conclusion that “[t]here’s no reason to assume it isn’t going all the way”), suggests that peer respect for the Help ensemble, persisting conversations about race during awards season , and the Academy’s enduring white guilt are precisely the types of influences that The Help needs to shepherd that aforementioned 12 percent of votes out of The Artist ‘s stable and into its own. Think of it this way: It already has at least the 5 percent of first-place votes required just to be nominated. In that respect, The Help and The Artist are on even turf. Each will have its devotees beyond that; it’s anyone’s guess how they match up. But if you were told that you were an underdog versus a favorite against whom you’ve rallied demonstrable support among working actors and writers , and you could build a game plan around a franchise player like Viola Davis, wouldn’t you feel like you had a pretty good shot at the frontrunner? Especially with the Weinsteins facing a hilariously timed lawsuit over other, erstwhile Oscar bait and with DreamWorks able to reinforce The Help ‘s aesthetic powers with its commercial muscle. Plus they can turn around and say it’s not even the biggest awards-darling in its native France . That’s got to be worth something, right? In other, lower-wattage news, Madonna — an Academy member herself — is stridently Team Tree (which, incidentally, got a rare, favorable Academy allowance to list four producers as its Best Picture nominees): ” Tree of Life is stunningly beautiful. That’s my favorite,” she told the L.A. Times . “I think it’s a spiritual, deeply profound movie. My mouth was hanging open the entire time I was watching it.” Talk about winning hearts and minds! Suck it, The Daldry . The Final 5: 1. Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist 2. Martin Scorsese, Hugo 3. Alexander Payne, The Descendants 4. Terrence Malick, The Tree of Life 5. Woody Allen, Midnight in Paris And that’s not all! Check out what Madge said about Terrence Malick: “He really does make the movie he wants to make. It’s completely and utterly authentic. And I feel like he really is channeling something without anybody else’s input. No one’s saying he should do that, he shouldn’t do that. He gets amazing performances out of his actors.” Enh, really I’ve got nothing here beyond the DGA Awards usual. Hazanavicius is either the utmost symbol of his film’s imminent supremacy or the last high-voltage blast of Artist glory you’ll see before The Help pulls its plug. I lean toward the former, but imagining Malick getting up onstage at the Kodak Theater and quietly asking the producers to “Please turn that clock off; this will take a few hours” is a dream worth savoring. The Final 5: 1. Viola Davis, The Help 2. Meryl Streep, The Iron Lady 3. Michelle Williams, My Week With Marilyn 4. Rooney Mara, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo 5. Glenn Close, Albert Nobbs I don’t have much to add about Davis that wasn’t either covered above or elucidated in Nathaniel Rogers’s exquisite tribute this week at The Film Experience: I think the true indicator that Viola Davis is the likely winner of the Best Actress Oscar is not the win itself with SAG, which has a much wider more diverse voting body than Oscar, but the crowd response. Reducing co-stars to tears is probably no great achievement. They were in the trenches with you, so naturally Jessica Chastain, Octavia Spencer and Cicely Tyson were crying their eyes out. But making Zoe Saldana and Angelina Jolie all misty? Boosting Dick Van Dyke’s mood when he was already high on life? I think what it comes down to is the unruly power of emotion, or “heart” as its sometimes called in movie parlance and awards narratives. The heart wants what it wants and for a lot of people, that means Viola Davis in The Help this season. There’s more where that came from . I recommend it — as well as takes from Kristopher Tapley (at Davis’s Santa Barbara Film Festival appearance), Jimi Izrael (“There are flaws in the film, but Viola Davis is not one of them”) and Ryan Adams , who had the definitive reaction to Davis’s extraordinary SAG acceptance speech: “Anyone who thinks I’m wrong to be angry about a sneering attitude toward this speech, come at me, bro. Come at me.” That’s OK! The Leading 5: 1. Jean Dujardin, The Artist 2. George Clooney, The Descendants 3. Brad Pitt, Moneyball 4. Gary Oldman, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy 5. Demi

Oscar-Nominated Director of Gasland Arrested While Attempting to Film House Hearing on Fracking

Josh Fox, whose Oscar-nominated 2010 documentary Gasland investigated communities affected by natural gas drilling, was arrested today while attempting to film a public House hearing on hydraulic fracturing, or “fracking,” according to Politico (via Indiewire ). “This is a public hearing,” Fox said as he was being handcuffed. “I’m within my First Amendment rights, and I’m being taken out.” Fox is working on a sequel to Gasland , and the hearing was being held to explore the EPA’s investigation of fracking contamination in Wyoming . Fox was asked to leave by security and when he refused was charged with unlawful entry. The hearing proceeded, with subcommittee chairman Rep. Andy Harris (R-MD) noting that filming and photography by noncredentialed press was not allowed by rule. (Watch Harris’ remarks, and the entire hearing, via pre-recorded webcast here .) “That’s why we have rules that control who is recording…” he added, “just so we clear the air on that.” Before he continued, Rep. Brad Miller (D-NC) motioned for an exception. “I think all those rules are to control access where there’s limited access, but it is very clear that we have space in this room for either of them to film this hearing. If you claim that that rule does not allow them to film, or more accurately allows you the discretion to turn them away, I move that the rules be suspended to the end so the fella who wanted to film for HBO be allowed to film this hearing and that ABC News be allowed to film this hearing and all God’s children be allowed to film this hearing until the room is too full to conduct our business.” Miller’s motion went to voting, with members voting 7-6 in favor of a motion to table his motion , and that was that – a riveting mini-drama in its own right. Below, Huffington Post -obtained video of Fox’s arrest. [Screenshot and video via Huffington Post ]

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Share Your Best Daniel Radcliffe Mini Fan Fiction, Win a Woman in Black Prize Pack

The much-anticipated Daniel Radcliffe ghost-story thriller The Woman in Black opens Feb. 10. This calls for a giveaway! But considering what you stand to win (including an iPod Nano and a signed WIB poster, we’re going to make you work for it. (Sort of.) Welcome to Movieline’s Daniel Radcliffe Mini Fan Fiction Sweepstakes! First things first: The prize line-up!

Topless Actress’s Iran Ban Sparks Slightly Icky Solidarity Protest (NSFW)

Controversial Iranian actress Golshifteh Farahani was recently banned from her homeland after the French fashion magazine Madame Le Figaro published topless photos of her, thus prompting a support page on Facebook featuring other Iranian activists posing topless or entirely nude. Oy, guys, you’re doing it wrong. I’m all for freedom and would love to see things like A Separation ‘s dual Oscar nominations and Farahani’s personal choices and just basic human rights of filmmakers like Jafar Panahi respected. Yes to all these things! But let’s be honest: If your goal is to raise global awareness with a Facebook page in Farahani’s name, then you’re probably best off not turning the site into some lo-fi variation on AdultFriendFinder — which was never especially hi-fi to begin with. (Click the image at right for a NSFW look.) I doubt that the conservative-minded leaderships of both Facebook and Iran will be down with this, and then what? We’re right back where we started. Anyway, the page is currently hovering around 3,500 likes. I’d lend it some #ConsiderUggie juice , but he’s nude in his photos, too, so hey. Anyone want to volunteer a more persuasive approach? [via TheWrap ]

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Rihanna Sexy Bad Girl Leather Pants

There’s something about a woman in tight leather pants that I really like. I don’t know if it has something to do with growing up in the eighties, all the hot bad girls in music videos wore leather pants, but it works for me. Here’s Rihanna out on the town over the weekend showing off those luscious legs and perfect booty in her leather outfit. She looks dangerous, like she’s about to get into some sexy well choreographed girl gang street rumble with a bunch of hot latinas. I like it.

Sofia Vergara & Sarah Hyland Make A Great Pair

Obviously I didn’t watch the Screen Actors Guild Awards last night, I don’t need to see a group celebrities pat each other on the back for playing dress up, but I know a couple of winners when I see them. Here are Sofia Vergara and Sarah Hyland looking sexy with their tacky statuettes. These two definitely make a great pair, I know there’s a pretty big age gap between them, but it still works for me. Their show should have a lot more scenes with these two, preferably set in a hot tub or water park. The scenes just write themselves.

‘Critic’ Sticks Up For One For the Money

What? We ruined a perfect 0% on Rotten Tomatoes for this? “[Katherine] Heigl herself does an okay job in the role. She never quite pulls off the Jersey persona but she comes close enough. With her dyed brown hair and slightly more curvy appearance she certainly looks better than I’ve ever seen her look. I never thought of her as that attractive before, but she’s quite sexy here. She should definitely keep the dark hair. Despite the weakness of the mystery and the failure of the humor to be as funny as it should be, there is just enough of everything plus a dose of likable charm from Heigl to keep the story moving along.” Get me my pitchfork and torch, please . [ Three Movie Buffs ]

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