You’d think Jessica Alba + pigtails = where did I put my lotion and kleenex?

But these few on set photos of Alba filming An Invisible Sign Of My Own in NY tell a different story. Sure, Alba plays a math genius that discovers herself when she is hired to teach second grade math, but couldn’t she be a little sexier for those second graders?

Maybe “discovering” herself equates to “getting hot” at the end of the movie. It worked for She’s All That.

If you missed our previous installments of set pictures from this film, they are HERE and HERE.

We know a little about From Paris, With Love. Mostly, it’s the film with a weird looking John Travolta who is wandering around Paris with a bald head. It’s directed by Pierre Morel from a script by Luc Besson and Adi Hasak. The thriller, co-starring Jonathan Rhys Meyers, concerns a young embassy worker and an American secret agent who cross paths while working on a high-risk mission in Paris.

And, we know that in October, filming was shut down when Luc Besson was planning to shoot in the Paris suburb of Montfermeil, home to some tough housing projects. Everything was going on schedule until the production company woke up one day to find 10 of thier cars burned out by arsonists.

Production stalled as they pulled out of Montfermeil, but things look to be back in full swing. At least we’re getting pictures of our stars in front of cameras, which is nice for John Travolta. Could you imagine if he had shaved his head for nothing?

More pics, hot on the heels of our First Look at Jessica Alba in her new film, An Invisible Sign Of My Own, where Alba plays a math genius that discovers herself when she is hired to teach second grade math. The production has set up camp in Tarrytown, New York, where Jessica Alba’s bangs have attempted to eat her forehead.

It looks like we might be too late to save the forehead.

Still looking into the distance with a fearful glance, Alba then went on to attempt to swallow her own lip, ending the internal anguish she’s felt since Fantastic Four 2: Rise of the Silver Surfer. Luckily, a rogue pencil was able to halt the self-mutilation (but was unable to save the forehead).

Th only folks able to save Jessica Alba from herself were a swarm of school children. Seems filming was taking place near a public school, whose little vermin were more than happy to swarm the film set. Because children have no respect for the way movies are made, Alba and crew moved on, staying as isolated as possible. Which is not very.

Check out more photos from the set HERE.

Tom Cruise, Will Smith, Justin Timberlake, Tobey Maguire, Scarlett Johannson, Julia Roberts, Ben Stiller, Ryan Reynolds, Harrison Ford, Shia LaBeouf (of course), Cameron Diaz, Snoop Dog, Zach Braff, Ellen DeGeneres, Leonardo DiCaprio, Neil Patrick Harris, Jason Segel, Sacha Baron Cohen as Borat and director Steven Speilberg want to make sure you remember to vote.

Which is good because if you’ve been living in a world where you see no print media, watch no television, rarely surf the internet, have no friends and are deaf, you might have forgotten that we have a national election next week.

Originally, the above list included the term: “If you only surf LOLcats online,” but then I found this:

Even our LOLcats are political these days.

The Great Buck Howard, starring John Malkovich, Emily Blunt, Colin Hanks, Tom Hanks, Griffin Dunne and Steve Zahn, first premiered at Sundance this year to little fanfare. Ok, some fanfare, but not the kind you want repeated.

For instance, The Playlist describes it thusly:

The main problem with ‘Howard’ is that it can’t decide if it’s supposed to be a 20-s0mething coming-of-age story for young Hanks or a odd couple relationship story for him and the magician Malkovich, but it fails at either. By the end we’re supposed to ascertain that Hanks learned something from the odd experience of tour managing an goofy and losing psychic, but we’re not sure what exactly. Go your own way? Choose your own destiny in life? Insert cliche here? We learn absolutely nothing about what makes Buck Howard tick other than he genuinely enjoys what he does and entertaining people, but there’s little revealed behind the psychology of it.

Although Magnolia is listed as the distributer of the film, the IMDB page for it is still sans release date, implying that its recent appearence in upstate New York at the Woodstock Film Festival didn’t result in the film getting a distributor.

The preview (below the cut) makes the movie out to be little more than John Malkovich chewing the various crowd-filled scenery, which doesn’t sound all that bad considering flicks like Beverly Hills Chihuahua can hold the #1 spot for two weeks in a row.

The sad thing about old rumors is how true they wind up being. Case in point, a few months ago, Radar did some more “Serious Internet-Only Reporting,” as all the cool kids do, into a tipster’s email that Téa Leoni was spotted at Highline Ballroom loading stuff and then getting into Billy-Bob Thornton’s band’s van! Sans hubby David Duchovny

(Say that three time’s fast. We’ll wait.)

At the time, it seemed like overt Internet speculation. But then Duchovny went into rehab for sex addiction, came out last week and the happy couple announced they were separated for months! The Daily Mail even digs in:

It was not his ’sexual compulsion proclivity’ that caused the break-down of their marriage, but rather his discovery of explicit text messages on her mobile phone sent by actor Billy Bob Thornton.
Through the texts Duchovny found out she had begun a relationship with Oscar-winning actor Billy Bob Thornton, 53, who was formerly married to Angelina Jolie.

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Five-times married Billy Bob met Téa when they made a comedy film together earlier this year called Manure.

Thornton, a musician with his own band, has been seen with Téa at his gigs.

‘She even helps him load and unload his truck,’ says a friend of the couple.

We’d love to be on Team David here, but we also saw Eagle-Eye. Billy-Bob’s kind of bad-ass, even if he is a scumball.
[via Defamer]

Back when I was a wee lad, I thought Denis Leary to be the epitome of cool. He chain-smoked, wore leather jackets and talked about being a real man. The Asshole Song got me in trouble in Catholic School and his rant about rat burgers in Demolition Man was the bees’ knees.

Then I grew up and realized how annoying he really is, don’t bother to watch Rescue Me and have managed to tune the poor shmoe out ever since. Luckily, he’s written a book. And he’s got choice things to say about kids with Autism according to Page Six:

“There is a huge boom in autism right now because inattentive mothers and competitive dads want an explanation for why their dumb-ass kids can’t compete academically, so they throw money into the happy laps of shrinks . . . to get back diagnoses that help explain away the deficiencies of their junior morons. I don’t give a [bleep] what these crackerjack whack jobs tell you - yer kid is NOT autistic. He’s just stupid. Or lazy. Or both.”

Leary clearly has been reading the L. Ron Hubbard approved reading material, but he also has words for Hilary Clinton:

“If she had changed her campaign motto from ‘Blah Blah Something Change’ to ‘Vote for Me or Your Wife Won’t [Bleep] You,’ she would have had the election wrapped up at sunset on Super Tuesday. As Tip O’Neill once said - all politics is local. And for men, it doesn’t get much more local than your crotch.”

Mm. Nothing quite like invoking the guy who fought for peace in Northern Ireland and being cuckolded. Hey Internet, let’s sing the refrain! He’s an assshooooooollle. He’s an asssshoooooooooole. Now you try at home!