Marky Mark is still upset over Andy Samberg’s impersonation of him talking to animals. So much so that the leader of the Funky Bunch went on Jimmy Kimmel’s show last night and threatened to punch Samberg “in that big nose of his.”

C’mon, Marky Mark. Those aren’t good vibrations at all. We know you’re drug free, so we put the crack up, but still, do you have to get your Calvin Kleins in such a wad over a harmless (and hilarious) sketch? Just because said sketch succeeds in exposing you as a talentless hack and in less than two minutes flat doesn’t mean you have to resort to threatening physical violence.

Grow the fuck up, dummy.

Or don’t. Whatever. So long as you get back to your roots and flex your abs while imploring people to feel it, feel it, feel the vibrations, we’ll still love you for the dimwitted, bad-acting blowhard that you are.

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Our entire goal this week was to hijack this blog and turn it into a Kat Dennings fan page. We read John’s earlier Kat-centric post and knew this was our opportunity.

So if you weren’t already completely bowled over by Kat Dennings before, you probably will be after you go watch all of the videos on her YouTube channel. Our personal favorite is above and not just because of the parts where she’s wearing a really tight dress (although that has a lot to do with it).

Most of the videos are about a year old, meaning her handlers probably convinced her that she was going to be a huge star after Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist and told her to stop giving away the milk for free so people would be forced to buy the cow. Or whatever.

Call us “simple,” but we still get a kick out of seeing people we watch in the picture shows actin’ like normal folk on the ol’ computer machine.

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Troy Duffy, the guy as famous for burning bridges in Hollywood as he is for making the frat-tastic cult favorite Boondock Saints, is making Boondock Saints 2. Like, right now. And if you were dying to ask Troy a question about his vast movie making experience (his experience is not vast), you will be happy to know that he has taken to YouTube to drop some knowledge on your ass. In this latest video, Troy Duffy addresses all things Troy Duffy. Check it:

• *Troy Duffy will use some CGI in Boondock Saints 2 but only because he wants to, not because he is succumbing to the lame, pansy-ass conventions of modern-day Hollywood.
• *Troy Duffy gets blind-fucking-drunk with random dudes in Wooster at some bar called Irish Times (is that like an Irish version of Medieval Times? Because that sounds wicked awesome.).
• *Troy Duffy loves grease boards because they allow him to sketch out his visionary ideas for all the Hollywood suits and passionless dipshits who just don’t get the epic world he is creating with his revolutionary Saints characters.
• *Troy Duffy is a wood worker (we work with our wood a lot, too, but we don’t go around bragging about it. ZING upside your head!).
• *Troy Duffy can bring his characters back from the dead because he is Troy Fucking Duffy.

We can’t wait to see Boondock Saints 2. It’s going to be so great when the Boondock brothers open their trenchcoats and draw their guns in slow motion and are all like, “Die for your sins, scumbags. We’re the Boondock Saints and shit.” That part is going to be awesome.

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We recently caught a matinee showing of Eagle Eye and nearly passed out from the pain of rolling our eyes for nearly two hours straight. If, like us, you called bullshit on just about every Big Brother conspiracy theory the filmmakers tried to jam down your throat, you better sit down for this.

Turns out “they” are watching every single one of us. But it’s not the government that is trying to keep tabs on you, it’s the media companies. According to the Wall Street Journal, a media research firm called Integrated Media Measurement is developing methods for tracking your exposure to movie trailers, TV shows and ads via your cell phone:

“IMMI embeds its software into the cellphones of the company’s 4,900 panelists. The software picks up audio from an ad or a TV show and converts it into its own digital code that is then uploaded into an IMMI database, which includes codes for media content such as TV shows, commercials, movies and songs.

IMMI’s database then figures out what the cellphone was exposed to by matching the code. Cellphone conversations and background noise are filtered out by the software, IMMI says, since there is no “match” in the IMMI database.

To get a handle on the effectiveness of a given ad, IMMI’s data can show, for example, when a panel member is exposed to a movie trailer on TV and whether that same consumer later goes to see the movie. Similarly, IMMI data can show if a panelist watching a promo for a TV program will later watch the show, either on TV or online.”

Yeah, we’ll bet cell phone conversations and background noise are “filtered out.” If by “filtered out” they mean sent to the Eagle Eye supercomputer that will eventually “activate” you and send you on some crazy suicide mission.

In short: Fuck that noise. See you later, folks. We’re headed down to the river to introduce our cell phones to watery graves.

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By now, we’ve all heard that Ridley Scott’s Body of Lies failed to make a splash at the box office this weekend. That’s bad news, folks. And not just for Warner Brothers, who is on the hook for the film’s $100 million+ budget. It also signals the end of an era for one of the go-to tricks in the pretty-boy-actor-who-wants-to-be-taken-seriously playbook: Going ugly.

It used to be that all a pretty-boy actor had to do to cultivate some acting street cred was pack on 40 pounds or replicate male-pattern baldness or grow some shitty facial hair, and then pass himself off as a Palin-esque Joe SixPack or a down-on-his-luck underdog. The list of actors who have gone ugly is long and illustrious: De Niro in Raging Bull. Pitt in Twelve Monkeys. Clooney in Syriana. Vince Vaughn in The Breakup (our friends try to tell us that Vaughn is just a doughy lump of manflesh, but we know better). For the most part, going ugly has netted those actors either boffo box office numbers or critical acclaim or both.