• Sadly, the lessons of Entourage once again go unheeded: Oliver Stone will produce and Antoine Fuqua will direct Escobar, which makes two real biopics on Columbian drug lord Pablo currently in the works, in addition to HBO’s fake one, which crashed and burned at Fake Cannes a couple of months back. Stone and Fuqua are aiming get their version on screen before Joe Carnahan’s Killing Pablo, which won’t even go into production proper until Carnahan finishes filming White Jazz with George Clooney.
• IFC continues their festival buying spree by snatching up two additional NYFF picks: Claude Chabrol’s A Girl Cut in Two, and Actresses, by Valeria Bruni Tedeschi. That makes six NYFF films on IFC’s upcoming FirstTake slate; word on the street is that Abel Ferrara’s Go Go Tales will soon make seven.
• I really have to start reading more young-adult fiction: Michael Cera and Kat Dennings will star in Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, based on a novel about “two bridge-and-tunnel teenagers, nursing broken hearts, who fall in love during one sleepless night in New York while searching for their favorite band’s unannounced show.” It’s probably not the Thin Man reference that I’d like it to be, but I’ll live.

Remember the other day when I insisted that a fat suit has never been funny?

I stand corrected.

Entourage’s recent slide in quality has been well documented, but after seeing the fake trailer for Vincent Chase’s passion project, Medellin, I’m starting to wonder if maybe this season has been *intentionally*, unbelievably over-the-top and divorced from even the show’s previous brand of no-unhappy-endings reality. Maybe HBO is trying to do camp?

I know, I know — Susan Sontag is rolling in her grave– but no one could possibly take this trailer seriously, right? At this point, it’s obvious that they’re mocking Vince, that he’s the brainless celebrity whose ego is so bloated that he walks right into career suicide, thinking he’s making a genius move…right? If so, then the trailer–and the fake website, fake interview (”Me in a fat suit just wasn’t gonna cut it”), and fake quote from a fake blurb-whore–is brilliant, a spot-on indictment of the contemporary star system. But post rim-job shark-jumping, can we really give anything Entourage that much credit?