Luckily we have a plan. And it's a good one. Also today: Tim Allen would like a job please, a Marilyn Monroe movie finds a male star, and the bizarre Spanish-language Will Ferrell movie finds some sexy native speakers.
1. Star Gael Garcia Bernal is utterly adorable in person, and may very well fit in one's front pocket.
It was a rough spring at the movies for compulsive watch-checkers like us, but we took consolation in knowing that a honest-to-God hero would be arriving come early May. What? No, not that wuss Iron Man, but rather Harmony Korine, whose new Mister Lonely marks the filmmaker's first writing-directing effort in nearly 10 years. And what a decade: Adrift in Paris, anchored in Nashville, survivor of two house fires, briefly reteaming with his Kids director Larry Clark on the teenagers-fucking milestone Ken Park, and ultimately conjuring Mister Lonely from a vision of nuns plunging from airplanes and the garish subculture of celebrity impersonators.
