Actors, there will be a casting call for the sci-fi social networking film 0000 (catchy title, no?) this Thursday, Nov. 18. Casting will be from 9:45 a.m. to 7:30 p.m. at the Clarion Hotel (7620 Pan American Freeway NE). Compensation is dependent on the particular role. Producers are looking to fill the following parts: two police officers, a TV host, an 11-year-old girl, a teacher and a homeless people. Extras in the following categories are also needed: kids ages 9 through 11, teenagers, people ages 30 to 50 and “crackhead look-alikes.” All actors, male and female, must be willing to shave their heads. Please bring headshots with you. And check out 0000themovie.com to get a hint of what this madness will entail.
Gutter-dwelling Agentine-French provocateur Gaspar Noé returns with his first feature since 2002’s you-can’t-unsee-it brilliant Irréversible. Enter The Void is nothing less than a two-hour-and-20-minute, neon-colored assault on the senses. It’s as if Trainspotting and the end of 2001: A Space Odyssey had a baby. Fair warning: This is eye candy for advanced viewers. Casual moviegoers could fall and hurt themselves.
You know what scares the hell out of me? No, not the thought of a Sarah Palin presidency. (I find that particular idea more vomit-inducing than frightening.) Give up? Well, I’ll tell ya. Ordinary, inanimate objects coming to life and trying to kill me, that’s what. Ever since I was knee-high to a chainsaw, my dreams have been haunted by images of household appliances and vehicles, possessed by some otherworldly force, making every possible effort to dismember me. And I’m not just talking about demonic dolls here. Sure, who wasn’t scared shitless by that famous clown-doll scene in Poltergeist? But dolls are tiny and made of easily destroyed materials. What gets my engine of fear revved up are cars, trucks, lawnmowers and other metal objects of mayhem. Those things are not only lethal—but you just know that death by demon-driven bulldozer would freaking hurt (Killdozer, anyone?).
If you’ve been living in a TV-free cave, you may have missed the fact that Conan O’Brien returned to the late-night airwaves on Monday, Nov. 8. A year ago, Conan was the most high-profile casualty of the Late-Night Ratings War: Round 2. When Jay Leno was promoted to NBC’s prime-time lineup (a move even the most casual of TV viewers knew was boneheaded), O’Brien inherited the sweet 10:30 p.m. “Tonight Show” slot. A few months later, when NBC executives realized their grand plan was tanking, Leno was shipped back to “The Tonight Show.” With nowhere to go (his old “Late Night” slot got taken over by Jimmy Fallon), O’Brien was sent packing.