G’day, America, we’re phoning in this week’s edition of Entertainment Police from an Aussie state of mind, and by that I mean I’m stuck in an airport in Austria. Word to the wise: don’t accept an invitation to the Greater Chinese Film Festival, because there ain’t one. It’s all a clever white slavery ring that was apparently looking to get its hooks into one of Omar Bricks’ neighbors, but lucky for her Omar’s been collecting the neighborhood’s mail as part of an experimental attempt to teach dogs to deliver mail, as a way to make his a two-income household without the downsides of getting married or going gay.

We’ve been raffling off the leftover mail here at the commune’s offices to raise money for sick kids who are faking cancer, so I ended up with the film festival invite, to the great disappointment of my would-be Chinese captors, believe me. There’s a three-to-one male-female ratio over there, so they were happy to see me show up to that sausage-fest like I was a turkey baster full of the bird flu.

But enough about my airline-gone-out-business limbo. Thanks to the magic of Wifi, I’m here as usual to offer another weekly glance at the magic of Hollywood, your portal to disinterest.


Cinderella Man
Finally, that Aussie meathead whose name I can’t remember is a big enough star to make the film he’s been dreaming about since he was a child: a serious dramatic retelling of the Cinderella legend with a man cross-dressing as a woman in the title role. Sure, we’ve all had that idea before, but who thought they could really pull it off? Only this guy, whatever his name is. Don’t tell me, I swear it’s on the tip of my tongue. Anyway, the resulting film is surreal as a Tupperware party at David Lynch’s house, with the hairy and deep-voiced Cinderella going to great lengths to hide his manliness from his wicked stepsisters, his fairy godmother, several unperceptive mice, and the charming prince from the ball who’s going around town trying to see whose foot fits into Cinderella’s size-13 glass slipper. The results will jerk tears and several other body parts.

The Gaylords of Dogtown
Finally somebody is giving the Weird Al treatment to that awful Nichole Kidman movie Dogtown, which itself was a cheap knockoff of Cats, except with more-loveable dogs played by unlovable big Hollywood stars. As anyone who actually saw Dogtown could tell you, what that movie needed was a whole lot more skateboarding, and this parody doesn’t disappoint. But the real masterstroke was casting the entire movie only with real dogs, who, to a dog, easily trounce the performances of their human imitators in Dogtown. Watching real dogs skateboard is also pretty hilarious, especially if they’re being pulled behind Jeeps and Ferraris and things and they put them in funny crash helmets and sunglasses.

The Longest Turd
Hollywood’s been going through a serious toilet-humor streak lately, which I can only think is a result of the “Go Young!” philosophy that has left us with a median age of thirteen for Hollywood studio execs. This mentality suits Adam Sandler just fine, however, and he’s back from a recent detour into unfunny roles with this decidedly no-brow tale of a prison shitting contest and a little guy who could lay cable like nobody’s business. Sandler really sinks his teeth into the role, if you can read that figure of speech without conjuring some disgusting mental image of Happy Gilmore biting a turd, and shines as the virtuoso ass-dropper. Burt Reynolds isn’t nearly as funny in his cameo, but hey, fuck you, he’s Burt Reynolds.

Madagastro
Never before has $90 million bought so little at the Hollywood rummage sale as in the case of this computer-animated film about a crazy scientist with the shits. Ben Stiller is back in his usual role as a lion with itchy balls, and other famous people use cartoon animal totems to spout the kind of hateful anti-diarrhea rhetoric that would get them blacklisted if it came out of their non-animated mouths. I think I heard Will Smith in there somewhere, and of course Bela Lugosi. As for the animation itself, it looks like a Special Ed class’s homage to South Park, but I mean that in the nicest way possible for not hurting the feelings of retards.

And that’s all that we’ve got the time or life force to review this week, friends and neighbors, but be sure to check back in another two when we’ll have an in-depth look at the amoeba and finally answer the hot-button question “Microscopes: real magic or phony bullshit?”