What do you do when you need to find some good stars for your upcoming porn film, but are too cheap to put a free ad on Craigslist? Hang a flier on a pole in Bushwick, of course. And to maximize responses, just leave space at the bottom for everyone interested in starring in your low-budget fuckfest to write in their name, "Length, Girth," and email or Myspace address. Don't worry, your friends will respect you in the morning. It's a perfect opportunity for you indie rock kids in "Bushdick" to earn some extra cash between jobs. Click through for a bigger picture, and to read the enticing pitch:

Oprah just gave her audience box sets featuring "every movie Tom Cruise has starred in since Risky Business." Why—why—has Losin' It! been erased from history?

• So the ladies from Jezebel stopped by for a party and everyone had a superfun time!

Movie studios like me, that's why they release their new trailers on the weekends. Here's the brand spanking new one for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. And, unlike the first one, it looks really good!

"It's not on Amazon.com as we speak, but there's an unusual-sounding book by Chicago Sun-Times columnist Cathleen Falsani arriving in the spring of '09 called The Dude Abides: The Gospel According to the Coen Brothers. It will look at the 'serious existential and theological questions using the dark, intelligent humor and epic storytelling that have been their trademarks in more than a dozen films during the past 25 years.'"

Humanity's age-old quest to subdue nature is chronicled nowhere so epically as in cheesy Hollywood movies. And today Entertainment Weekly went ahead and chronicled that. A selection of classic screenshots follows.

Reclusive cult novelist J.D. Salinger hated fun. In a 1981 letter to his then-ladyfriend, he wrote: "I got hooked into seeing Raiders of the Lost Ark, which might be excused for its unwitty, unfunny awful socko-ness if it had been put together by Harvard Lampoon seniors." Jeez, J.D.. Not since Pynchon trashed Return of the Jedi in Vineland have we been so shocked by a reclusive novelist's distaste for classic '80s blockbusters. [Sly Oyster]

This is creepy: The preview for the latest installment in the Batman movie franchise, the Dark Knight, looks incredibly similar scene-for-scene to the trailer for the original Batman 19 years ago. It's like the Dark Knight preview editor went frame by frame, trying to come as close to possible to duplicating the old trailer with new footage. Maybe as an homage. Or maybe there's a manual somewhere on how to make action movie trailers. Or maybe we've all been watching the same handful of Hollywood blockbusters over and over again, under different titles and with different combinations of stars, for decades now, and this side-by-side comparison video makes it all too hard to stay in denial any longer. Watch it after the jump. UPDATE: College Humor asked why these two previews were so similar — it appears to be because someone remixed the original movie to resemble the new trailer. So really, this is one trailer, plus one psuedo-trailer.

• We chilled out watching The Kids in the Hall clips.

A collage of the best scenes from Midnight Run. Pretty much any 80's classic has a bunch of collages over at YouTube. Please post your favorite one-or even just your favorite scene-in the comments.

A remake of the 1974 splatter classic It's Alive-in which a cuddly widdle baby eats everyone!-is coming soon. The trailer was just released at Cannes, so now it's on YouTube, so now it's here. Yay!

"The appearance of Jason Segel's genitalia in the romcom Forgetting Sarah Marshall had American critics crowing about how the film has courageously broken one of the last taboos in mainstream cinema. Yet Segel's flaccid member looks pathetic and laughable, especially because it's attached to a body that is doughy and pallid. It can't seriously be accused of being capable of anything, let alone of breaking a taboo. So obviously devoid of sexual intent, it symbolises not so much his character's abject emotional condition at his girlfriend's rejection of him, but the sorry state of masculinity in American movies today." The Times of London's Christopher Goodwin goes on to piss and moan about how actors such as Seth Rogen, Michael Cera and Jonah Hill have replaced the manly men of yore-and conveniently dodges a crucial and trend-piece-killing point.

It's like "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon," except with the Internet and likable schlubs you've never heard of. Actually, it does look kind of good. Like cable-good. Like Supersize Me without wanting to punch the narrator in his smug stupid face. Come see the preview!

Ernest Hemingway was a great writer, maybe the greatest writer of the last century-well who the hell did you think it was?-and he was an enormous bitch. And he was at his bitchiest best after he blew his brains out. First there was his posthumously published A Moveable Feast, in which he made famously made fun of Gertrude Stein, and F. Scott Fitzgerald's penis. Ever since, his biographers have churned out volumes about his life, his technique, and his mean streak. Now, A.E. Hotchner, who's been dining out on Hemingway for a lifetime, is coming out with The Good Life According to Hemingway, in which he recalls how much the Old Man hated Hollywood.

Vice chairman of Lionsgate Michael Burns' mission to grab the screen rights of me-first philosopher Ayn Rand's libertarian soap opera of a novel Atlas Shrugged ended at a strange place: his Catholic Church. As Burns tells it in an interview this week, he was leaving mass one Sunday when he ran into Ray producers Howard and Karen Baldwin, telling them, "I heard you have the rights to Atlas Shrugged and I'd like to talk to you about that because that is truly one of my favorite books." As all good Rand acolytes know, the stern founder of the philosophy of Objectivism wasn't a huge fan of God or the Catholic Church, once informing the late devout editor of National Review William F. Buckley, "But you are too smart to believe in God!" Burns, who says he attended Rand's funeral in 1982, is all too aware of his heresy, adding, "Ayn Rand's probably rolling over in her grave to think that happened in a Catholic church." Forget about rolling over, Michael. She might be assembling an army of the undead to take care of yo' ass.

The Dark Knight, the latest outing for the revived Batman franchise, is out on July 18th. And the excitement is such that the release of a new poster, especially one as ominous as this, makes news. I saw the shape of the bat in the glow of the burning skyscraper-after a minute. But, at first, it looked like one of the Twin Towers, hit by an airplane.

Lord of the Rings grandmaster Peter Jackson and New Line announced yesterday that Hellboy and Pan's Labyrinth director Guillermo Del Toro will take on a two-film adaptation of J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit in New Zealand under Jackson's supervision. If this sounds like positive news for those who have been waiting for the kids-oriented prequel to come to the big screen, it's not. Since Peter Jackson took on the mother of all literary adaptations in adapting J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings trilogy, the idea that he would bring his epic vision to The Hobbit loomed on the periphery. Don't get us wrong: Del Toro is a talented director whose last films have been critical and commercial successes. The trouble begins once you seriously consider the details of the two-part project and its execution: New Line, which is still feuding with Jackson over the funding of the original trilogy, didn't make the right move in going ahead with this version of The Hobbit. We explain why after the jump.

Oh, hey, did you hear they are making a movie out of that HBO series from forever ago, Sex And The City? They are! And the FINAL poster for the movie is out, OMG. At least we know who dies: Carrie, from the awful skin infection she gets from turning a bathroom mat into a dress. Or from getting hit by a cab. Or from the blues. Take your pick. Click the thumbnail for a bigger poster. [FirstShowing.net]

The movie-going public is experiencing an endless continuum of superhero summers, a trend that doesn't look to be abating any time this decade. The occasional comic-cum-movie is an artistic success, but generally the final product is nothing but a debacle, the latest of which is Sin City creator Frank Miller's mission to ruin comics legend Will Eisner's classic The Spirit. As bad as The Spirit with cell phones might well be, it pales next to the specter of forthcoming adaptations of the already troubled The Incredible Hulk, and the rest of the in-production or planned films ripped from comic book pages: Wolverine, Watchmen, Iron Man, Atlantis Rising, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Nick Fury, Madman, Hack/Slash, Largo Winch, Luke Cage, Whiteout, Wanted, Magneto, Superman: Man of Steel, The Sub-Mariner, Punisher: War Zone, Hellboy 2, Sin City 2, and Spiderman 4, just to name a few. There are absolutely worthy properties here, but the majority of these features will fade away like so many Daredevils. But fear not, Hollywood. Here are four comics tailor-made for the screen that may eventually be needed to bring the genre back to life.

Everyone loves Tina Fey, and she hopes it stays that way. Her new film Baby Mama opens the Tribeca Film Festival tonight, and in an interview with Reuters today she admits, "You would be foolish to think, 'Oh everyone has really discovered that I am truly, truly wonderful.'" Her anticipation of her own backlash, aside, when a star argues that she is "not entirely selling out," you know the fear of the 'lash is in her heart. Baby Mama's opening weekend faces steep competition from stoner comedy Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay, and with her NBC show 30 Rock moving into a new time slot, Fey's distinctive appeal needs to last a bit longer. Here are the troubling signals that Tina's edgy humor and general cuteness may be waning.