Screenwriter Bret Easton Ellis announces that Lohan will be starring in the Hollywood drama, set to begin filming this summer. By Jocelyn Vena Lindsay Lohan Photo: Jason Kempin/ Getty Images Lindsay Lohan might soon be making a move to “The Canyons.” According to the film’s screenwriter, Bret Easton Ellis, she has just nabbed the leading role in the flick, set to shoot this summer. “James Deen and Lindsay Lohan will star in THE CANYONS,” Ellis tweeted about the actors. Deen is best known for his work in adult films. The film will be directed by Paul Schrader. “And I am beyond thrilled that James Deen and Lindsay Lohan will be playing the parts of Christian and Tara in THE CANYONS by BEE.” Filming for “The Canyons” will begin next month. Currently Lohan is shooting the Lifetime Elizabeth Taylor biopic, “Liz & Dick,” and is also embroiled in a new spat of troubles tied to an L.A.-area car accident . However, Ellis remained optimistic about the casting when he added, “Could not have dreamed of a better cast. Lindsay nailed it.” A rep for the actress could not confirm that Lohan would be appearing the flick when MTV News reached out for comment. According to a poster for the film , the tagline is “It’s not ‘The Hills,’ ” a reference to the popular MTV reality show that followed the glamorized lives of Lauren Conrad and her pals. This is expected to be a grittier take on young people and their struggles in Hollywood. Indiewire reports that Deen’s Christian is a “trust fund kid, power player and major manipulator, who is a film producer that enjoys filming his own three-way sex sessions.” Meanwhile, Lohan’s ex-model character, Tara, is his girlfriend who “has sold her pride for the material comforts Christian can provide.” Three other roles remain uncast: bartender and wannabe actor Ryan, Ryan’s employee and fellow actor Gina, and former actress/yoga instructor Lindsay, who is carrying on an affair with Christian. “The Canyons” recently got funded through a Kickstarter initiative. The film will get a video-on-demand release sometime in the future. Related Videos Lindsay Lohan: Crime And Punishment Related Photos The Highs And Lows Of Lindsay Lohan Related Artists Lindsay Lohan
Bigger Than the Sound explores the general all-over-the-placeness of Jepsen’s breakout hit. By James Montgomery Carly Rae Jepsen Photo: WireImage Over the past one-hundred days, I have most definitely been alive, and as such have certainly bought clothes, spent time in an Applebee’s, listened to the radio, been on the Internet, had conversations with actual human beings and watched programming on the CW (“Hart of Dixie,” I wish I knew how to quit you). Which is why it is somewhat troubling that, until this week, I hadn’t heard Carly Rae Jepsen ‘s “Call Me Maybe.” After all, during that time, it has become most ubiquitous song in the universe (or at least the most ubiquitous one not named “Somebody That I Used to Know” ), rising to the top of the Billboard pop chart — she’s the first female artist to claim the top spot with a debut single since Adele — earning covers by everyone from Justin Bieber and Katy Perry to Fun. and the Harvard University baseball team, and racking up more than 104 million views on YouTube (where it’s currently the site’s most-viewed music video ). None of this is exactly surprising. After all, “Call Me Maybe” is probably the most perfect pop song of 2012, sterling-silver shiny and full of sappy, sweet sentiments, it is an alarmingly effective melding of dance pomp and Disney circumstance … with a chorus to match. And you get the feeling that, with summer nearly upon us, its reign is only beginning, and soon it will overtake “Somebody” as the song your aunt writes about on Facebook. And yet, I find myself conflicted by all of this. Its rise to ubiquity has left me wondering if I am truly capable of doing this job anymore. This has nothing to do with the song itself, but everything to do with its very existence … mostly in that I was completely unaware it existed in the first place. In hindsight, this seems almost implausible — after all, it is probably playing somewhere in your general vicinity at this very second (maybe you are listening to it right now) — and, really, how am I supposed to consider myself a music journalist if hadn’t heard it once over the past three months? Was I that out of touch? Do I hang out with the wrong people? Had I really spent that much time interviewing Japandroids ? These are the things that keep me awake at night. I’ll admit, I was panicked. I began updating my resume. But then, roughly around the 15th time I listened to “Call Me Maybe” on Tuesday (my officemate loves me), I realized something important: I actually had heard the song — many, many times, in fact. But only in bits and pieces; the plucky intro in a pizzeria, those saccharine string stabs slithering from the window of a passing car, that “I missed you so, so bad” outro … I had never actually put them all together and realized they were part of the same song. And then it dawned on me that perhaps that was the reason for its success: it is less of a song as it is a collection of fascinating parts, each as easily digestible and appealing as the last, each meant to appeal to someone somewhere. In fact, you could probably re-arrange them in any order and the end result would be the same: “Hey, I like this!” And sure, you could argue that all solid pop tunes are basically created in the same mold, but in some way, “Call Me Maybe” is different. It seems custom-built for the fickle and fleeting attention spans of the public: You can hear any three seconds of it anywhere — between stations on the radio, over the end credits of a TV show, at H&M — and instantly be drawn in. Compare its structure to other recent ubiquitous hits — like Fun.’s “We Are Young,” any of Adele’s melodramatic missives, and, of course, “Somebody That I Used to Know” — and you’ll notice that they all seem practically leaden by comparison. They are traditional songs. “Maybe” is a glorious assortment of glimmering bits, expertly crafted to latch on to your subconscious and never let go. It is, in parts, a dance tune, a feathery pop ballad, a tween-aged heartbreaker, a light-FM sorta-rocker, a Disney Radio staple … oh, and Jepsen’s Canadian to boot. No pop movement from the past few years goes untouched. There’s truly something for everyone. So, in case you’re wondering, I’m not worried anymore. I am not clueless or out of step … I simply fell victim to the rather devious machinations of “Call Me Maybe.” It is the song you can’t un-hear, even if you’ve just heard a few fleeting seconds of it. And while it may not be the smartest pop song of all time, I’m here to tell you it just might be the most brilliant. Or at least the most brilliantly constructed. Well played, Jepsen … well played. Related Artists Carly Rae Jepsen
Oliver Cooper is desperate to win the Best Onscreen Dirtbag prize at Sunday’s MTV Movie Awards. By Terri Schwartz, with reporting by Christina Garibaldi Oliver Cooper Photo: MTV News Oliver Cooper wants your vote! The “Project X” star is nominated for a couple of MTV Movie Awards , but it’s the Best Onscreen Dirtbag prize that he’s really after. While promoting this year’s awards show, Cooper petitioned America for their vote. “Listen. Is America listening right now? I want you to vote for me for Best Onscreen Dirtbag because, truly, I am a dirtbag,” he said. This isn’t the first time Cooper has tried to swing the vote . But instead of pointing out why the other contenders — including Colin Farrell, Jon Hamm and Jennifer Aniston — shouldn’t get the award, he explains why he thinks he should. “I f—ed up an entire neighborhood. I didn’t care about my friends. I still don’t care about those guys, OK? What else did I do in that movie? I don’t even remember. It’s all a blur. I don’t even care about the movie — that’s how much of a dirtbag I am,” he said. “I just want that goddamn popcorn, so I can have a career.” That’s when things start to get a little sad. Cooper explains how he’s at the brink of bursting out into Hollywood and needs a Golden Popcorn to help get him there. “Everybody else out there, they’ve got careers, they’re doing movies all over the world. Me? I’m living with my aunt right now. In Encino,” he said. “I’m Jewish, but I haven’t been to temple in over three years. Honestly, I’m a little confused. I don’t have a girlfriend. Recently, the girls I’ve been seeing, they don’t even speak English. Seriously. And that’s because I don’t want to talk to them.” And that’s where it all comes together for Cooper: managing to make us feel bad for him while reviling him at the same time. “I’m a dirtbag,” he promised. “I’m America’s dirtbag.” Head over to MovieAwards.MTV.com to vote for your favorite flicks now! The 21st annual MTV Movie Awards air live this Sunday, June 3, at 9 p.m. ET. Related Videos Behind The Scenes At The 2012 MTV Movie Awards
Oh to be young and in love and periodically a flesh-rending creature of globular, hairy, throbbing pulp. That’s the curse heaped upon the eponymous romantics in Jack and Diane , one of the more anticipated — and more disappointing — features in Tribeca 2012’s narrative competition. It’s hard to be too down on such lean passion; Jack and Diane ‘s premiere Friday night amounted to the culmination of nine years of work by filmmaker Bradley Rust Gray, whose acclaimed 2010 drama The Exploding Girl served as sort of a hetero prelude to the lesbian body horror/romance mashup swamping his latest: Diane (Juno Temple) is a hot British teen mess visiting her aunt in New York City, all babydoll dresses, knit watermelon halter tops and purple knee socks, rocked by the hormonal lighting strike that is butch, brooding Jack (Riley Keough). The girls club, they kiss, they bond, they exchange vaguely sweet Manhattan banalities (“I have a Metrocard if you want it”), and then… I don’t even know. On the one hand it’s not worth spoiling; jumpy genre reveals are involved, hinted at by customarily grisly animation by the Brothers Quay. On the other hand, Jack and Diane is too much of a mess to spoil, suffocated in the dynamics of longing without even the hope of dramatic — or even darkly comedic — satisfaction. It’s a movie whose shadowy genre overtones — a girl! In a bathroom! With a bloody nose! And a monster! — surrenders to the same auteurist A.D.D. that sank The Exploding Girl . For once, I would like to see Gray’s New York not refracted surveillance-style through long lenses and the fraught nubile wits of characters whose doe eyes and costumes connote virtually the whole story. Temple’s expressive genius — all matted blond hair and mischievous (and monstrous) pixie — goes only so far against Keough’s near-total blankness, getting most of its mileage out of a single early, affecting confessional between the star-crossed girls. Ultimately, though, it’s hard to know just how seriously to take Jack and Diane , with all its sinewy portent and bizarre porn digressions and tragicomic pube-shaving and actual straight-faced dialogue such as, “Do you have to take a shit? Try to do like I do and fart it out.” Viewers familiar with The Exploding Girl might realize after a while that they’re only staying with Jack and Diane for the promise of more B-list hipster-goddesses losing control; then it was Zoe Kazan’s simmering epileptic panic, and now it’s the viscera-devouring prospect of sapphic passion — in one case featuring Elvis Presley’s grandaughter (Keough’s mother is Lisa Marie Presley) and Kylie Minogue in a heavily tattooed cameo. It is what it is, and it never feels like much more. Nevertheless, there is at least one glint of salvation in Jack and Diane , though it has nothing to do with its filmmaking or performances (and here I should issue a spoiler alert): Keough and Minogue make out to the strains of Shellac’s rare and entrancing hate-punk ballad ” Doris ,” which I suppose means that someone somewhere has a clean MP3 of the notoriously vinyl-only single. Rejoice! Can I have a copy? Read all of Movieline’s Tribeca 2012 coverage here . Follow S.T. VanAirsdale on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
My name is Jill and I am 16 years old. My Bieber Experience started on September 25th, 2009 when I found out Justin was going to perform at the Hard Rock Cafe in New York City. I missed school so I could go to the concert early. When I woke up I was so excited and couldn’t believe that I was going to see Justin in concert. My mom and I got ready and took the train down to the city around 8. We got off the train and had to walk around 8 blocks to get to Time Square. While we were walking my mom asked me if I had the tickets, I checked my bag and there were no tickets! I started to cry because now I wouldn’t be able to go to the concert. My mom told me that I needed to calm down and she will figure something out. She called my house to see if my aunt could drive to the city and drop off the tickets because there wasn’t enough time for us to go back to my house on the train and get the tickets. We stopped at a FedEx and went on there computers. My mom went through her emails looking for the conformation number for the tickets and found it! She called the ticket company and they emailed us new tickets, I WAS SO HAPPY! When we got to the Hard Rock there were only 6 girls sitting at the door. The concert was first come, first serve so since there were only 6 girls I WOULD BE FRONT ROW! I sat down and and talked to the girls for hours. A little later, more people started to form a line behind us. Had more people came, more cops started to come to control the crowd. Around 5ish they started to let people in. I thought that since we were the first people we would be let in first, but that was not the case. They brought all the people from the other side of the street and let them go in-front of us. Thank God one of the mothers we were with knew someone. We then got escorted inside and next thing I know IM TOUCHING THE STAGE! Justin came out and everyone was going wild. Every time he came to the side of the stage, he would touch my hand and smile. I was wearing a Yankee hat that said Bieber on the side on my head and when he came over he took it and put it on his head. It didn’t fit him so he put it on the DJ stand. Thats all I was thinking about the rest of the night was him taking my hat and wearing it onstage. He finished performing and Fabulous came out to sing. My mom called me over and told me to try and get back stage. So I went to the door that lead to the back of the stage and there was a big security guard standing in-front of it. When he left to go check on something another body guard came to the door. I asked him if he could get my hat that Justin took. He told me that he would go check and come back. He comes back to the door and tells me to come inside. I WAS FREAKING OUT BECAUSE JUSTIN WAS IN THE OTHER ROOM. The man comes back and tells me that I CAN GO INSIDE AND MEET JUSTIN!! I was freaking out.. I didn’t know what to do! I get in the room and his mom and dancers were standing there. I started to talk to them about performing and what its like to hang out with Justin. They were all so nice. Then all of a sudden JUSTIN WALKS IN THE DOOR… He introduced himself to me and my friend Brianna. We talked for a good 45 minutes with him and got pictures. He saw that the hat he wore on stage was on my head. He was like OMG thats yours!! Thats such a cool hat!! I asked him to sign it and it said “Jill Read this article: My name is Jill and I am 16 years old. My Bieber Experience…
Melissa Etheridge has filed legal documents claiming that her former domestic partner, Tammy Lynn Michaels, is responsible for all sorts of bad stuff. Namely accidentally burning one of their kids with a cigarette. In her EPIC dispute with Tammy, who is seeking a substantial bump in support from the $23,000 per month she gets now, wants the judge to order both her and Tammy to go smoke-free around their twins to prevent future burns. Melissa also claims Tammy has accused her of having no maternal instinct and therefore is against striking a 50/50 joint custody deal for their twins. Melissa says Tammy is adamant … she did not give birth to the children just to give them away. Melissa calls Tammy an “angry and vindictive” person. How angry and vindictive are we talking about here? Making matters worse, if that’s even possible, Etheridge says Michaels once sent her an email saying: “You have to support so many households because YOU BROKE SO MANY HOUSEHOLDS … If you had decided to have one ounce of integrity/honesty as a person or partner, you would NOT be in this predicament. Think about it.” “They aren’t leaving my care while you are on the road – a completely inappropriate place for 3-year-olds – not to mention you can’t track them, have no child care, and they were bit by dogs in the house last time you had them.” Again, there are bad celebrity breakups , and there is this.
Amanda Bynes’ DUI arrest Friday has left those close to her scratching their heads. Yesterday, her dad denied she was drunk during the incident, in which she side-swiped a cop and ended up in jail on suspicion of DUI. Now friends are weighing in. “This DUI was definitely just a serious lapse in judgment,” a friend tells People . “She hit a wall personally and professionally [in ’08]. I think she’s been a little lost since.” Another source, who calls Bynes “a very sweet girl,” says, “[She] was raised in the industry, so she has kind of a twisted head space in terms of social groups.” But according to the 26-year-old’s father, Rick Bynes, his daughter doesn’t drink. He tells PEOPLE she was held in jail because “she was upset and very emotional.” Another source says Bynes “seemed fine to drive” when she left the Standard Hotel in W. Hollywood, where she is a regular and had dinner Thursday before her arrest. She had alcohol, but “never seemed drunk,” the source says. Bynes then went to Greystone Manor (where she’s also a regular), and was arrested after leaving there. After being released from jail, she went back to party again. Adds the source: “Bynes tried to come back to party [at the Standard] only hours after she was released from her DUI arrest,” but she is no longer welcome. Probably for the best. Whatever happened, time to dial it back. [Photo: WENN.com]
Whitney Houston’s daughter, Bobbi Kristina Brown, is seen hitting the bong HARD in a 2011 video posted by the National Enquirer on its new Enquirer Plus site . The oft-troubled 19-year-old was partying with friends who attend college in Statesboro, Ga., in March of last year, when the bong video was taken. The Enquirer video shows Bobbi Kristina smoking marijuana out a three-foot-tall bong, inhaling the smoke so deeply that she nearly collapses coughing. Bobbi Kristina Brown Bong Video In the video, Bobbi Kristina says, “Give me the lighter,” and then lights the bong, takes a huge hit, coughs and goes back for more … like a boss. “ Bobbi Kristina was staying with friends at the school and brought along a big bag of pot for the party,” a source at the party said of that epic night. “When I left at 6 a.m. the next day, she was still partying hard. Between tokes, Bobbi was drinking shots of Grey Goose and Skyy Blue vodka.” “She’s obviously a seasoned partier.
Another sad story of gang violence: Thusha Kamaleswaran was left permanently paralysed after the gang-related shooting at her aunt’s shop in south London in March last year. In CCTV footage from the store, the little girl is seen playfully dancing in one of the aisles at Stockwell Food and Wine before panic breaks out and adults rush to the back of the store to escape gunfire. Thusha, wearing a red cardigan, can then be seen slumped on the floor at the bottom of shop shelves. The footage formed part of the evidence in the Old Bailey trial of three men accused of the shooting but has only been released publicly for the first time today. Jurors were warned before they were shown the film that they may find it disturbing. Prosecutor Edward Brown QC told them that they must view it with a ”clinical eye” and remain objective. In the CCTV clips, Thusha is seen skipping in the aisle, and as the shooting starts, she is surrounded by adults rushing to the front of the shop to see what is happening. They then retreat to the back of the store to escape the gunfire, to reveal Thusha slumped on the floor. Her uncle Mahadavan Vikneswaran then grabs her and carries her to the back of the shop. The chilling footage also shows shopper Roshan Selvakumar being hit in the face by another stray bullet. He can be seen staggering back onto shelving and blood pouring from his head, before he retreats to the back of the shop, still bleeding heavily on to the floor. Thusha twice went into cardiac arrest after a bullet passed through her body during the attack. It hit her in the chest and then passed through the seventh vertebra of her spine, leaving the little girl, now six, permanently wheelchair bound. Mr Selvakumar was left with bullet fragments lodged in his head which cannot safely be removed. Turn the page for the disturbing video.
At Chateau Marmont in West Hollywood, The cast of “Casa de mi Padre” were seen leaving an after-party. Will Ferrell left with his mother, and his aunt. Diego Luna was also spotted rushing out. The gorgeous Genesis Rodriguez was more than happy to give us some camera time.
