Unlike his fish, Stephen King is getting roasted on Twitter for his dinner suggestion that you take “a nice salmon filet,” wrap in it a damp paper towel and microwave it for 3 minutes. Look, Stephen has written some pretty fucked up shit over the course of his career, but I would rather get in a time machine and go back to 1984 and read Pet Semetary by the tiny sliver of moonlight that crept into my cabin at summer camp again, than ever have to imagine what Stephen’s house smells like. But it’s too late for all that. Add Stephen’s imagined microwaved salmon funk to the image of Gage’s corpse in his little burial suit to the list of things I’ll never forgive him for.
Tori Spelling. Scott Eastwood. Chet Hanks. Luminaries all, to name but a few. And for every Viola Davis or Sir Anthony Hopkins, there’s an equally gifted entertainer who had to work just a little bit harder to overcome the stigma of nepotism. Or so says Julia Roberts’ Niece (I presume). Film critic Franklin Leonard got the conversation about nepotism in Hollywood popping on Twitter this week when he posted and commented on a press release for a new short film directed by Steven Spielberg’s daughter Destry Spielberg, written by Stephen King’s son Owen King and starring the jewel in the crown of the Robin Wright/Sean Penn Family Players Hopper Penn. Franklin responded to the press release with, “Hollywood’s a meritocracy, right?” And Ben Stiller didn’t think that was very cool.
Kate Winslet Would Love To Do More “Mare Of Easttown” And Stephen King Correctly Guessed The Killer (Of Course)
At pool parties across America on Memorial Day, the only sound that could probably be heard was the sound of crickets in bikinis loudly chirping as everyone silently sat there drinking their beer while thinking, “The fuck are we supposed to talk about now that Mare of Easttown is over?!” The latest mystery show that turned all of us into regular Detective La Toyas ended on Sunday night, and while HBO called it a “limited series,” we all know that for HBO that really means, “limited series… unless it’s a huge hit and then we’ll milk a season two out of it even though the story is done and there’s no place for the characters to go” (see: Big Little Lies, season 2). And Kate Winslet, the Mare in Mare of Vapetown Easttown, is totally into reuniting with the Watson to her Sherlock (AKA her vape) for a second season. A second season that I’m sure Stephen King will crack open right away since he figured out the killer of MoE before the finale aired. In the wise words of Christian Bale: OoooOoooh, gooood for you, Stephen King!
Last week Hachette Book Group announced they were publishing Woody Allen’s memoirs in April. Woody’s daughter/accuser, Dylan Farrow, and son, perv hunter Ronan Farrow, both tweeted their frustration. Ronan, who published his recent book Catch and Kill with Hachette, immediately dropped them as his publisher. Later in the week, 75 employees of Hachette staged a walkout in protest of the deal. And, guess what? It actually worked!
On Friday, after a week of bad press, Hachette released a statement announcing that, despite taking their “relationships with authors very seriously” (“Um, dooo you, though?” -Ronan Farrow), they’d made the “difficult” decision to drop Woody’s book. After the cancellation, Dylan hopped back on Twitter to express her gratitude.
Just like Sarah Paulson’s shrieky character on American Horror Story Cult, everyone is scared of clowns. Also, we’re all masochists. This is why the film adaption of Stephen King’s million-page scary clown horror epic It cleaned up this weekend. Pennywise the Dancing Clown’s creep show smashed some box office records on the way to what looks like an opening weekend of more than $100 million according to Variety, Deadline and Box Office Mojo. Continue reading