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‘Tell Me You Love Me’ Runs Out Of Simulated Sex Positions
5:45AM Seth | · HBO prosthesiscore drama Tell Me You Love Me has abandoned its second season, with series creator/Jodie Foster tabloid companion Cynthia Mort releasing a statement explaining the creative team was “unable to find the direction of the show for the second season,” blaming in part “the considerable amount of time” since the first season aired. Translation: “None of us could recall what any of our whiny characters were fighting about, and the shock of a set of slapping latex balls has sort of worn off.” [Variety] · Ellen Barkin, Ving Rhames and Rob Corddry have begun shooting on indie spy comedy Rogues Gallery—de facto work stoppage be damned! [Variety] · Gilmore Girls‘ Alexis Bledel will star in The Good Guy, a romcom also starring Andrew McCarthy, Anna Chlumsky, and several other of your formative crushes. [THR] · Studio, a show about Studio 54 and set in that cokeopolis’s heyday, is coming to Showtime, with Bryan Singer in talks to direct the pilot “if his schedule permits.” We have a feeling it’ll permit. [THR] · Family Guy showrunner David A. Goodman will adapt Last Blood—a comic about “human survivors of a zombie massacre who find themselves protected by a band of vampires who need their blood to survive”—into a feature. (”That reminds me of the time we feasted on Zsa Zsa Gabor at Frank Sinatra’s house in Palm Springs. [Cue flashback].”) [THR]
Secrets Of The Prosthetic Member: ‘Tell Me’ Star Tells All
8:00AM Seth | As the official site describes it, HBO’s Tell Me You Love Me offers “an unfiltered look at three couples as they navigate critical periods in their lives.” By “unfiltered,” of course what they mean is, “boldly ushering slapping balls into the premium cable landscape.” And no one’s slapping balls were more closely scrutinized than actor Adam Scott, whose Cruiseian good looks made up one-half of the couple you would have most eagerly TiVoed through the boring stuff to see knock prosthetic uglies. Talking to BlackBook, Scott reveals what went into making the “banging for real” illusion come alive: More »
Trade Roundup: Hurt By Pitt, Universal Throwing Itself Into Crowe’s Big, Strong Arms
7:15AM Defamer Hollywood | · A rebounding Universal tries to shake off its recent jilting by Brad Pitt by climbing into bed with Russell Crowe, inviting the actor to partake of Pitt’s State of Play sloppy seconds. [Variety] · Report: Oscar-hopeful, artsy-fartsy films may have limited commercial appeal. [Variety] · Ray Winstone’s CGI-tightened belly continues to be popular at the foreign box office. [Variety] More »
Falling Out Of Love
6:35AM Defamer Hollywood | Though it pains us to admit it, we fear our once-torrid relationship with HBO fuckumentary Tell Me You Love Me has gotten a little stale; where we once eagerly tuned in to freeze-frame each possible stunt-cock scene for evidence of the Truth or to uncover acts of penetration that were supposed to be obscured by a cinematographer’s carefully cast shadows, there’s no longer any joy in our Zapruderesque examination of the sex-riddles we’re offered each week. Things have gotten so bad, in fact, that following last Sunday’s episode, we couldn’t even be bothered to wonder whether Ian Somerhalder’s actual scrotum made a cameo, or if a contractual no-balls rider necessitated the use of a nuts-double. Maybe we’ll bring it up with our surprisingly foxy, sexagenarian therapist in this week’s session. Anyway, there’s footage of the scene at the link following this item, for those whose workplaces allow the viewing of graphic depictions of attractive people screwing. [Fleshbot] More »
Couples All Over America Fucking, Fighting Along At Home With ‘Tell Me You Love Me’
5:23AM Defamer Hollywood | While we’ve previously confessed that we’ve been watching fucking-crazed HBO melodrama Tell Me You Love just to see the different sexual positions into which the producers will twist their neurotic, anatomically correct mannequins each week, there are some viewers who are so affected by the show’s profound insights into the whiny-human condition that they’re moved to examine their own dysfunctional relationships. ABC News sought out some horny yuppies who recognise themselves in Tell Me’s characters, asking them to elaborate on the complex feelings the series stirs up: Fain Sutter, a 38-year-old Internet developer who has been married for nine years, has been a faithful viewer of the first four episodes. But his wife, a hedge fund analyst, refuses to watch the show with him. The couple, both 38 and parents, recently had an explosive argument over the show with friends. More »ABC Finally Debuts Its Less Racially Insensitive Cavemen
3:30AM Defamer Hollywood | With a controversy-shy ABC having retooled all of the potentially inflammatory, racial-allegory material out of the version of Cavemen that finally debuted last night, the show was forced to generate edgy laughs by having its put-upon Neanderthals participate in activities for which primitive Man would seem hilariously ill-suited, like selling futons at a fictionalised Ikea, participating in a round of Wii golf following a shopping spree, and playing squash in country club-quality outfits that would cause them to surrender whatever small amount of cave-cred they had left. We’ll let you be the judge of how effective they were in the squash scene, but we’ll admit that by the fifth or so time we had to listen to the Andy and Joel characters whine about their relationships, we thought we were just watching a version of Tell Me You Love Me with more unsightly body hair and less fucking. Cavemen [ABC.com] More »
Pondering The ‘Tell Me’ Question: How Much Fucking Do We Really Need To See?
3:50AM Defamer Hollywood | After previously teasing us with the kind of reconstructed-hip-shattering, hot sexagenarian action we haven’t seen on premium cable since we caught a late-night Cinemax presentation of Emanuelle: Retirement Community Seductress back in college, the producers of Tell Me You Love Me threw us an oddly prudish curveball last night, dramatising nothing more racy than a chef-on-chef sex act probably not graphic enough to be pixelated by a Fox Hell’s Kitchen censor, making us feel we’d completely wasted the hour we spent (we didn’t even TiVo through all the tiresome yapping) looking for further evidence of ejaculating-prothesis use or glimpses of envelope-pushing penetration. But we did spend some time reading yesterday’s NY Times piece about the ongoing pornification of television and film, in which the director of a competing sex-positive pay-TV entertainment offered a dissenting opinion on how graphic the screwing needs to be to achieve fucking-verisimilitude: More »
Sexagenarians Finally Get To Shut Up And Screw On ‘Tell Me You Love Me’
4:15AM Defamer Hollywood | We have a shameful confession to make: Despite the fact that we find the show’s characters universally whiny and their monotonously dysfunctional relationships anything but compelling, we’ve fallen into HBO’s clever trap, tuning in to all three of new drama Tell Me You Love Me’s episodes just to see how far the show can push the graphic-fucking envelope before the entire network is consigned to the pay-per-view Hot Zone for its transgressions against premium-cable decency standards. More »The Ladies Of ‘The View’ Discuss HBO’s Porntastic New Relationship Drama
5:30AM Defamer Hollywood | On Sunday night, HBO debuted new drama Tell Me You Love Me, the flagship show in a post-Sopranos lineup the suddenly hit-deficient network is promoting under its unwieldy new slogan, “It’s Not TV, It’s TV With Tonnes of Graphic Fucking. Like, a LOT of Fucking. Hey, Did We Just Show You That Guy’s Balls? You Bet We Did.” More »
