Things That Will Exist: A Marilyn Monroe Reality Show

Because Lindsay Lohan and every other bottom of the barrel ho dressing up as her in a photo shoot for Harper’s Bazaar Uzbekistan hasn’t completely made Marilyn Monroe roll down through the earth’s crust, a TV production company and her estate (that’s cold) are working together on a reality show that will look for Hollywood’s newest “it” girl. Lindsay Lohan, don’t you dare drop your coke straw to pick up a pen to fill out an application for this mess. I said “girl” not “ghoul.”

The plot, or whatever you call it, for this sacrilegiousness sounds like a mess and it honestly makes LiLo’s Marilyn Monroe obsession seem completely healthy and not at all fucked up. Here’s the few sentences about this soon-to-be disaster from Deadline that are making me want to murder my TV and make it look like a suicide:

Entertainment One has teamed with the Estate of Marilyn Monroe to develop and produce Finding Marilyn, a competition reality series that will emulate Monroe’s journey to stardom by featuring twelve young girls as they travel to Los Angeles to compete for a chance to become the next Hollywood “it” girl.

Emulate Marilyn’s journey? In the hell? The makers of this need to compete in a reality show called Finding A FUCKING ASS CLUE since they have none.

Once the winner beats the other Norma Jeans (that’s totally what they’re going to call them), she’ll win a lifetime of sadness and a lethal dose of barbiturates. Then when she’s gone, the whores of Hollywood and beyond can spit all over her image in every medium. It’s the cycle of butchery. May the odds ever be in your BARF.

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When Variety pushed out the news yesterday that the piece of mutant dick cheese known as Ashton Kutcher is going to play Steve Jobs in an indie biopic, everyone assumed that the first of April was just yanking the Internet’s dick one last time. But it’s the morning after and Variety still hasn’t dropped a J/K on our asses. It’s true and now the Apple fanboys can officially shit out their iButtplugs over this mess.

AssStain will follow-up his multi-layered emotional performances in New Year’s Eve and No Strings Attached with the Steve Jobs biopic called JOBS, which starts shooting this May. Jobs will be directed by Joshua Michael Stern and it will follow Steve Jobs’ road to Apple and beyond. Sony is currently working on their own Steve Jobs biopic.

If you ask Siri why the ground above Steve Jobs’ grave is mulching itself today, she will bring up this story before playing “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It” on your iTunes. I know Ashton looks like a young Steve Jobs in the face, but so does my weekend weed man and he didn’t get cast in this shit. Was Noah Wylie (aka the only movie Steve Jobs we need in this world) not available or something?!

But this isn’t totally bad news, though. If this mess doesn’t go straight to Flash and actually gets a marketing budget, it will have posters in the subway. Think of all the beautiful things you can write over Ashton’s face with a Sharpie in front of the word JOBS.

Things That Will Exist: A Sequel To Twins

Ron Burgundy as Ron Burgundy announced on Conan a couple of nights ago that you will see more of Anchorman in the near future. This is a DO WANT sequel. Well, Hollywood always knows how to take the pucker out of your asshole, because now they’re giving us a DO NOT WANT sequel. The Hollywood Reporter says that Universal is working on a sequel to 1988’s Twins called Triplets (…ugh) starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, Danny DeVito and Eddie Murphy as their third brother. You can’t spell Arnold Schwarzenegger Danny DeVito Eddie Murphy without A-P-R-I-L-P-H-O-O-L-S (yes, you can but just go with it). Unfortunately, this isn’t a joke.

Ivan Rietman is the producer on Triplets and he’s currently looking for a writer and director to bring this cinematic nightmare to life. Arnold, Danny and Eddie have all agreed to do this.

Arnold, Danny and Eddie each have enough money to build themselves 30,000 square foot mansions out of $100 bills, so they can’t only be doing this for a check. Why are they doing this to us? Hollywood is splattering our eyes with this dirty diaper mess, but yet they haven’t given us a sequel to Big Business called Bigger Business (starring Bette, Lily and Mo’Nique.) Or a sequel to Outrageous Fortune called Outrageouser Fortune? Triplets it not what I ordered! Take it back. I’d rather Alicia Silverstone bird-feed me January Jones’ placenta than watch this mess.

Lindsay Lohan Is Not The New Carrie

Stephen King said last year that he thinks Lindsay Lohan is perfect for the title role in the movie version of one of his books and he wasn’t talking about Cujo or Dolores Claiborne. Stephen was talking about the ten hundredth remake of Carrie. I’m assuming that Stephen King only said that shit because White Oprah threatened to douse him in a bucket of pig’s blood (aka squat and queef over him) if he didn’t. Thankfully, White Oprah didn’t get to the movie’s director Kimberly Pierce, because Kimberly has cast 15-year-old Chloe Moretz as Carrie instead of 55-year-old-in-the-face Lindsay Lohan.

Deadline says that MGM put out an offer to Chloe after Kimberly met with the likes of Dakota Fanning for the role. Kimberly met with Chloe last weekend and a quick minute later, a contract was dropped into her lap and she accepted that shit. Kimberly will now start searching for someone to play the Piper Laurie role. Rumor is that both Jodie Foster and Julianne Moore are being considered for Carrie’s fun-hating crazy mom.

I’ve always had a special place in my dead heart for crazy ass Carrie. Brats made fun of Carrie for getting her period and brats made fun of me by saying it only a matter of time before I got my period. Brats threw maxi-pads at Carrie and brats threw tampons at me in the gym. (Yes, my sister regularly got free tampons, but the plastic on those things hurt!) Carrie burned those brats to the ground on prom night and I secretly wished those brats would get burned to the ground on prom night. I know Carrie and this Chloe girl is no Carrie. Homegirl is not busted enough to play Carrie. I wonder what kind of Hollywood wizardry they’re going to do to her to “fugly” her up. Give her a pair of glasses, put her hair in a bun and then use my junior high school yearbook picture as inspiration for the rest of her look?! Actually, that will probably work.

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ScarJo Will Play Janet Leigh

I knew there was a good reason for not trusting that shifty My Week With Marilyn movie and this is the reason why. Variety says that director Sacha Gervasi has cast ScarJo to play Jamie Lee Curtis’ mom in a movie about the making of the movie Psycho. Alfred Hitchcock and the Making of Psycho was probably inspired by My Week With Marilyn (it was) and it will also star Anthony Hopkins as Hitchcock, Helen Mirren as Hitchock’s wife and James D’Arcy as Anthony Perkins. Oh, and again, ScarJo is playing Janet Leigh. I had to remind you of this in case you forgot, because you stabbed yourself in the eye with a kitchen knife after reading it the first time. Don’t worry about that eye. You’re going to look so much hotter with an eye patch.

This mess of a movie is going to be about all the problems Hitchcock had making Psycho. I’m sure the silver lining in this for some of you is watching ScarJo slowly bleed out chocolate syrup to death in a cold shower, but I say Hollywood needs to leave Psycho alone. It’s been through enough. It’s still raw from getting butchered in that shitrocious remake starring God’s daughter Anne Heche. Let a bitch breathe for you punch it again.

I guess movies about the making of movies is now a thing and it’ll be a thing again in 50 years when a waterlogged piece of cardboard with two dough balls pasted to it plays ScarJo in a movie about the making of the making of Psycho.