As further evidence of the passage of time, site favorite the A. V. Club has posted its preview of the new fall TV shows, and whether or not they mean the future of TV or more of the same. Given the number of cheapjack sitcoms and police procedurals dotting the list, I'm going to hazard a guess that the future of TV is a lot like its present: derivative and unoriginal.
Speaking of the future, The Wrap somehow managed to intercept a Paramount e-mail, revealing what seems to be the studio's slate of movies for most of the next year. The properties seem legit -- it mentions Star Trek, MI3, and Kathryn Bigelow's upcoming movie with Will Smith, as well as a few in-development properties, like 7 Minutes In Heaven, supposedly a JJ Abrams idea that turns the old teenage makeout game into a gritty thriller (no, seriously), and Hasbro Factory, a just-stupid-enough-to-be-real film described as Night At the Museum in a toy factory (sounds like product placement heaven). Paramount is denying that this is real, of course, but honestly? This looks like a Paramount plant, and could turn out to generate a lot of conversation over the coming months. If so could be a new wrinkle in viral marketing.
Ben Affleck interviews a handcuffed Blake Lively for Interview magazine. Despite her stunning beauty and by all reports formidable acting ability and her good eye for scripts, she seems unable to tell Affleck what the fuck happened to his career. Maybe if he takes the handcuffs off . . .
"I don't want a sock around it, that feels ridiculous. If we're naked in the scene, then I'm naked. I've always been that way." You're welcome, ladies.
Also in the new Rolling Stone, Bono tells us that U2 is working on a "club-sounding" album, as well as a rock-oriented album culled from the No Line On The Horizon recording sessions. Great. We get retreads of the same half-assed album we got last year, and a retread of Pop. Sort of makes me wish the "club-sounding" album was the sound of a club being used to plsay whack-a-mole with Bono's smirkingly douchetastic face.
Speaking of clubbing, this is the way the world ends:
Good night, kids.