We told you yesterday about Brett Ratner and Brian Grazer’s pact to give Hugh Hefner the biopic treatment, and now about 30 hours later, the blogosphere is just starting to consider what this turn of events might actually mean. First came the quips: Defamer posits that “Hollywood’s most lovable fauxteur … [will] make his long-promised Oscar film, finally leaving behind the genital-cleaving, broken-English-misunderstanding, buddy-comedy hackwork upon which he has wasted his considerable talents up to this career-validating moment.” Best Week Ever also looks for the joke in the Rush Hour section of Ratner’s filmography, but finds a better one in Ratner’s mastery of pure, unadulterated, cigar-chomping Hollywood crass:

[W]hile the reality of Hugh Hefner\’s life was pretty boob-heavy to begin with, the Ratner-ality promises that every frame of film telling this monumentual [sic] story of man-dom will be filled with with more juggs than a Girls Gone Wild movie marathon. Ratner himself once said it best,

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