Neil Drumming is a veteran journalist who's written and edited for the Washington City Paper, Entertainment Weekly, and elsewhere. Last year, he decided to turn his screenplay into a movie, and—unlike many other would-be filmmakers—actually made it happen. His film Big Words is making its NYC premiere at BAM next Friday.

Both Slate and the New York Times have extensive reports on yesterday's Internet Cat Video Film Festival in Minneapolis. Basically the festival is this: thousands of people gathering outside the highly regarded Walker Art Museum to watch a curated collection of the internet's best cat videos.

This is filmmaker Michael Cimino, who is in the midst of a revival of Heaven's Gate, which he directed 32 years ago. He is 73 years old. That photograph was taken yesterday at the Venice Film Festival. Here's a gallery of his face getting more and more horrible as time, and surgery after surgery, take their gruesome toll.

Andrew Sarris, the charmingly disputatious Village Voice and New York Observer film critic who helped make New York's film community in the '70s and '80s a cauldron of intrigue and joyous rhetorical sniping, died this morning after suffering a fall. He was, as the Times put it, an "intellectual duelist" whose frequent battles with rival Pauline Kael didn't stop him from inviting her to his wedding to Molly Haskell. Kael declined: "That's OK. I'll go to Molly's next wedding." (Haskell and Sarris remained married; she is his only survivor.)

Puff of 1920's French salon smoke James Franco is in the midst of adapting two books of poetry for two different films. Stephen Dobyns' Black Dog, Red Dog will feature Olivia Wilde, Chloe Sevigny and Whoopi Goldberg, while Tar, by the great C.K. Williams, stars Mila Kunis and Jessica Chastain alongside Franco himself. Big stars, small budgets, lots of Tisch student participation.

This is the trailer for Samsara, a "non-narrative" film coming to U.S. theatres in August of 2012. It is the "sequel" (if non-narrative films can have sequels) to the 1992 film Baraka, of which Roger Ebert said, "If man sends another Voyager to the distant stars and it can carry only one film on board, that film might be Baraka."

Today marks the release of Bully, a "moving and troubling documentary" about the victims of adolescent bullying. It's being distributed by the Weinstein Company, which is co-run by Harvey Weinstein, a monstrous and violent bully who has hurt hundreds of people with his frequent rages and sociopathic lack of concern for the emotional or physical well-being of anyone with less power than himself.

In an elaborate ceremony last night, fat rage-eater Harvey Weinstein was re-annointed the vengeful God of Hollywood from the stage of the Golden Globes by High Priestess Meryl Streep.

This is me writing the lede to a post that features a video of Arnold Schwarzenegger's DVD commentary for Total Recall. This is me telling you that Schwarzenegger's commentary is literal to the point of hilarity. This is me highlighting the great moment of the sweat running down, which gives it away. Here it is. [via Reddit]

In what appears to be a legitimate press release on the blog of the official Atlas Shrugged Part I website, the producers of the film have announced that they will "replace more than 100,000 title sheets appearing on the Atlas Shrugged Part 1 DVD and Blu-ray versions." Sounds like a pain in the ass. Why? Did child porn pics somehow show up on them? No! But the ultimate Randian curse word — "self-sacrifice" — did, and that's worse.

Steve Buscemi is known for three things: his excellent acting, his not exactly leading man looks, and for getting killed off in nearly every movie or television show in which he appears. That's what inspired clever YouTube user dondrapersayswhat to create this supercut of Buscemi's many onscreen deaths, all in under two minutes.

Here's a trailer for The Human Centipede II: Full Sequence, the sequel to Tom Six's 2009 torture porn shocker. The movie revolves around a creepy fat guy's obsession with—and attempt to recreate—the experiment depicted in the original film. And by "experiment," I mean "the ass-to-mouth sewing together of three people." But since sequels always outdo their predecessors, the psychopath in Full Sequence rounds the number of victims up from three to a dozen. Is it any surprise the movie's already been banned in the UK?

Here's the trailer for One for the Money, an upcoming action comedy adapted from the 1994 novel by Janet Evanovich. Out January 27, the movie stars Katherine Heigl as an obnoxious New Jersey girl named Stephanie Plum, who—after losing both her husband and her job—decides to make ends meet by becoming a bounty hunter, because obviously. It also features Sherri Shepherd as a hungry prostitute and Debbie Reynolds as the requisite dinner table turkey-shooting grandma. So kooky and likable, just like Katherine Heigl!

We're so trained to watch romantic movies that are of the dreaded rom-com variety—with its silly conventions, outlandish plots, and preternaturally good-looking people—that seeing something that is familiar and real is not only shocking and disorienting, but really rewarding. Weekend is a movie just like that.

The Labor Day weekend is a slow weekend at the movies, everyone's too busy trying to smother the dread of going back to work with hotdogs and beer, but there are still things opening! Beware of sharks! And moon aliens.

With the Labor Day holiday approaching, it's becoming sadly clear: Summer is over. It's time to turn to autumnal things. That's not all bad, though! Fall movies, for example, are usually the year's best. Let's take a look at this year's selection, shall we?

Those of you not spending your weekend cowering in your houses while some mean lady named Irene roars around outside might just want to go see a movie. This weekend there's an idiot brother, creepy house monsters, and a butt-kicking babe.

Here's a trailer for The Rum Diary, which hits theaters this October. Based on Hunter S. Thompson's novel of the same name, the movie stars Johnny Depp as Paul Kemp, a late '50s NYC journalist/alcoholic who eventually finds himself in the middle of some sort of hotel development scheme down in San Juan. There's also a hot woman. And lots of rum! So basically, it's Pirates of the Caribbean, except without the accents. Or the pirates. [via ET]

There's a new(ish) trend happening, guys! At movie theaters. Soon gone will be the days of stale popcorn with chemical butter sauce and watery Diet Coke. Instead we'll be feasting upon croquettes and deviled eggs. Movie theaters are getting fancy.

Back in 1979, long before all teenage pranks became felonies, a red-haired Los Angeles high schooler and three of his friends formed a dedicated group of surreptitious home toilet-paperers. Thirty-two years later, this group still exists! And now an ex-member's trying to make a documentary about it.