Sorry E! Online Skeptics & Maclen, Some Truth For Your Weekend

Let's get Inept Team Maclen: Party Of One out of the way. He's easily disposable!

maclen: I do seem to recall when the film was in postdevel last year...the film which had been dropped by fox searchlight for funding and distribution, got funded by a few no name agencies for the express purpose of getting the film placed on the "cannes marketplace" for possible distributors. But yes, as the fansies are no doubt hoping, perhaps it's got a chance with some other film festival! And with paltrow dumping of the Danish Girl, that film is so clearly dead.

Rabbit Hole was never dropped from Fox Searchlight. Rabbit Hole was never picked up by a few no name agencies. It's always been with Odd Lot Entertainment who successfully sold it at Cannes last year for international distribution to all foreign markets.

Story HERE

Evidently maclen with his nonsensical air quotes thinks the Cannes marketplace is somehow a joke. It's the biggest venue to sell your film and it's been around for decades.

No maclen we don't have to wager or surmise...we know you are lying about Danish Girl


maclen: There was of course, the just in the news Monte carlo, that seems to have gotten life again, because...kidman is NOT to star in it! And then there was a chance kidman would have a bit part in it... until Variety settled that she was in fact NOT to be in it at all.

Yes it is getting press but maclen you have no idea why. The real reason is because filming had already started in Hungary days ago and it's reported the production will move to Paris later on to shoot some scenes. Given the fact that Kidman is in Hawaii now filming another movie, and most likely has obligations for Danish Girl and possibly Rabbit Hole besides her personal and family obligations....scheduling conflicts are in fact the reason she's not doing the film.


maclen: So, kidmans "cameo" IS gonna be platered all over the nets...and so there goes any "surprise" factor...although if the only surprise is to be that kidman is doing a "comedic" role...that is hardly a "career saving" role. She will of course... fail.

Once again maclen nothing but lies. You are the one that labeled the part as a super secret cameo. That was never going to happen as we now know because Kidman's part included outdoor scenes on location. And that location has been photographed for days before Kidman got there and photos released to the public. Take a look....

Just Go With It Set Photos

There's 4 pages worth of photos from the set starting when Aniston and Sandler got to Hawaii. Case in point, from 04/14/10. Kidman wasn't on location until the 22nd!


















maclen, you've been skewered!



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Stagecoach 2010: Keith Urban handily conquers the Empire Polo Field, Sugarland delights too

posted by BEN WENER, THE ORANGE COUNTY REGISTER

















What Stagecoach, this weekend’s ongoing orgy of country music, BBQ and beer in Indio, is still learning from its cooler older cousin Coachella is that performances out here on the verdant but dusty Empire Polo Field ought to be momentous. That’s what makes a festival memorable: singular sensations. But in all honesty, though Stagecoach has never failed to be a good time, even for a non-NASCAR watcher like myself, it hasn’t exactly produced a great many one-of-a-kind performances.

Most of the ones that stand out most still seem like little more than events: the Judds reunion plus the pairing of the Eagles with John Fogerty in ’08, for instance, or the gutsy, genre-busting appearance from Kid Rock last year, enhanced by a red-hot Miranda Lambert just before it. A great many of the Big Guns — George Strait, Kenny Chesney (twice in three years), Brad Paisley, Rascal Flatts, Tim McGraw, Carrie Underwood, Alan Jackson, Reba McEntire — have all given perfectly enjoyable yet completely by-the-numbers performances.

Any country star worth his/her weight in platinum is capable of delivering a well-rehearsed production to an immense amount of people; that sort of thing happens all year long at stadium rodeos and state fairs from here to Tallahassee. No, I’m talking about seizing the moment on such a grand scale and achieving something significant with it.

Just as there’s a difference between, say, seeing Paul McCartney eulogize John, George and Linda at midnight under the desert stars at Coachella ’09 and taking in just another arena show from him somewhere along the way, so should there be (we hope) something noticeably unique about the performances from mega-popular acts like Keith Urban, Sugarland, Brooks & Dunn and Toby Keith, this fourth Stagecoach’s primary attractions.

So kudos to Urban and Sugarland — Saturday night’s stars — for rising to the occasion.

Straying from routine, even in the littlest ways, helped lift what were already knockout performances to the level of local legend. Keith Urban fans for sure will be talking about the night he flat-out owned a crowd of roughly 60,000 tired but plenty rowdy people — it’s by far the Australian star’s largest performance in Southern California ever, more or less equaling the last several arena sell-outs he’s raked in combined.

Indeed, though I freely admit that at 3:30 a.m. I could be making MUCH to big a deal out of this, I don’t know that Urban has had a moment quite so huge in America since he finally started taking it by storm in the middle of the past decade. Well, surely his Live Earth duet three years ago with Alicia Keys on “Gimme Shelter” has more national stature, but the West Coast has never seen him reign over so many fans all at once. I gather he’s played to as many people at forebear festivals in Texas or somewhere in the South. But this felt like the Keith Urban Show from the get-go, with a first-rate Sugarland (at the start of its own country-crossing tour) opening.

It was such a ginormous experience, seemingly predicated on one or two major performers — and it was presented as such a sprawling unifying event — that it now has much of our crew buzzing about how Goldenvoice could conceivably stage fantastic headliner-plus-three bills out here in much the same manner. You could easily see Dave Matthews Band doing it, for instance, or Jimmy Buffett. But the list of possibilities runs deep into stadium-fillers fast: U2, Madonna, the Stones, Springsteen (say, with Tom Petty), Bon Jovi (how about with John Mellencamp and Counting Crows?), or maybe two sets from Pearl Jam, definitely Radiohead, maybe Coldplay with three British mainstays, or a Foo Fighters/Green Day pairing? Heck, keep it in country: Garth Brooks in his full Garth glory, were he ever willing, would draw huge simply on his own. (And how about having him do albums in their entirety?)

What set Urban’s performance apart for me, though, were its hints of spontaneity (not all of his between-song asides felt like rehearsed patter) and, as with much of Sugarland’s set, the near-obliteration of any notion of country music in his tunes.

Merle Haggard and Ray Price — that’s country music. Nettles definitely boldly belts on the mic, and she gets plenty of showcases: “Settlin’,” “Baby Girl,” “Already Gone,” “All I Want to Do.” But Sugarland is still spit-polished poptopia with twang, littered with party-starting covers (even Blondie’s “Heart of Glass”) that help blur the lines between Nashville and NYC.

Likewise, Urban is purely big boom rock with shredding solos — more Journey with Neal Schon attempting his best Clapton in the thick of “Open Arms” than anything you’ll get out of McGraw or Paisley at any show. Every song Urban serves up that isn’t a chipper romantic ditty (like “Days Go By” or “Sweet Thing”) almost inevitably starts dramatically and builds to a fret-wailing finish. (Think “Stupid Boy.” But then again, don’t think that the chipper romantic ditties don’t also have wicked awesome solos strewn throughout them.)

Urban is only branded country because KLOS doesn’t play him. Yet though he’s not without his formulaic shtick (he asked the crowd a few too many times if they felt like singing along), he also comes from that same go-with-it looseness that informed Kid Rock’s ridiculously fun performance last year. Urban’s a nice guy — his idea of breaking away from the script is to get the sign-language lady to translate “elephant in a tutu.” But the mere fact that he broke through the barrier and tried to reach the audience personally — indeed, he’s just about the only Stagecoach performer of his magnitude that I’ve seen enter the crowd and play a few from a different vantage point — well, that spoke volumes about the difference between Urban and everyone else emanating from Nashville.

He’s a modest original for the genre, but an original all the same — and he’s set the bar very high for Sunday’s main fare: whatever Toby Keith has cooked up and what could possibly be Brooks & Dunn’s last performance in California for many, many years.


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Keith Urban Shines!

Urban shines at Country Thunder

Arizona Daily Star


FLORENCE - Keith Urban stood back with a smart grin as he aimed his mike to the audience and let them take over.

"Stupid boy, you can't fence that in / Stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind," they sang, and it sounded like all 16,000 people who had passed through Country Thunder's gates Friday were singing along.

For Urban, that moment might have seemed like coming full circle. Ten years ago, he stood on that stage for the first and only time, an Australian import with two songs to his credit and some crazy mad guitar skills that rivaled rock's guitar dynasties.

And here he was, a decade later and surely lots of goals and dreams realized, performing in the headlining spot with all that glittering superstar bling: dozens of songs, shiny guitars, a brilliant video light show blasting on a humongous screen behind him.

But the bling is only eye candy. The merits of Urban's show rest on his ability to interpret an achingly beautiful ballad like "Stupid Boy" so convincingly you could swear he's choking back tears. Or deliver the boot-stomping romp of "Days Go By" with dizzying energy.

Urban's pop-country catalog is weighted equally between soaring monster ballads and spirited dance songs. Each is punctuated in his live performance with rock-worthy guitar solos that turn songs like his ballad " 'Til Summer Comes Around" and the rocking "I'm In" into epic events.

During the guitar rant for "Where the Blacktop Ends," Urban jogged the length of the center catwalk that jutted into the audience, pausing to squeeze outstretched hands and dodge the few women who tried to grab his behind. All the while, he never skipped a note.

Throughout his two-hour show, he used the catwalk to amazing effect, especially in his acoustic encore of the ballad "Tonight I Wanna Cry."

Just before his encore, he jumped off the side of the stage and made his way around the crowd with a security detail of four to six officers. He even leaped over a fence to shake hands with fans standing in the lawn section.

The security came in handy as throngs of fans tried to rush him.

Urban capped a day that included the Country Thunder debut of Kevin Costner & Modern West, and performances by Southern rocker Randy Houser, neo-traditionalist Luke Bryan and the hopping trio Trailer Choir.

Costner, who quietly took the stage with no introduction, took on the role of country music newcomer with the disadvantage of having little known material to support him.

But he delivered the goods in an hourlong set and showed off some real talent: rough-hewn vocals that nearly growled on his post-Hurricane Katrina rocker "Five Minutes to America"; a lusty growl on the sultry "Long Hot Night"; and a gently worn baritone on the pop-country ballad "Let Me Be the One," which he sang with his daughter, Lily.

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"Chris Lilly Named Official Tour BBQ Pitmaster, Bringing the Concert Experience to Backyards Everywhere


OAKLAND, CA--(Marketwire - April 15, 2010) - KC Masterpiece® Barbecue Sauce is putting American barbecue back on tour as the headline sponsor of the Keith Urban Summer Lovin' 2010 Tour, which promises to sizzle as it stops at state fairs, festivals and major arenas. For the second year in a row, KC Masterpiece® is hitting the road with Urban to celebrate real people, real music and real food across the country.

Like the authentic flavor of KC Masterpiece® Barbecue Sauce slathered on food hot off the grill, Urban has a unique and authentic connection to his fans. The honesty of his music resonates with fans whether in a club, outdoor festival, arena or stadium. But no matter the location, Urban's concerts are an event. Music lovers come to experience his critically hailed live performances with family and friends, an experience that begins from the moment they enter the parking lot -- with thousands tailgating before the performances.

"Music, like barbecuing, has a unique communal quality that brings people together," said Urban. "It's that connection that we strive for every night at our shows, which in actuality can start with a fun tailgate party before we even hit the stage."

Last year was a banner year for Urban with one of the most successful concert tours of 2009 (The Escape Together World Tour) and multiple award wins including a Grammy, American Music Award, People's Choice Award, Academy of Country Music Award and Country Music Association honors. He also is nominated for two ACM Awards including the much coveted "Entertainer of the Year," for which fans can vote by going to Facebook.com/KCMasterpiece now through April 18.

As part of its sponsorship, KC Masterpiece® will host the Keith Urban Backstage Barbecue Experience, which includes concert admission and an exclusive pre-show performance by and photo opportunity with Urban. Starting April 16, fans also will have the chance to win a once-in-a-lifetime experience -- a private barbecue and concert with Urban -- as well as free song downloads and Monkeyville fan club memberships by visiting KCMasterpiece.com through Sept. 6.

The tour sponsorship coincides with a major packaging refresh designed to reflect the barbecue brand's Kansas City roots. KC Masterpiece® Barbecue Sauce was created in Kansas City -- where people love to barbecue -- and it's still the number one selling sauce there today. It was there, more than 30 years ago, where Dr. Rich Davis crafted the flavor combination that won him the "Best Sauce" award at the first-ever American Royal (now the world's largest barbecue competition), allowing him to quit his job and focus on his true passion: barbecue. Today, the makers of KC Masterpiece® sauces, marinades and seasonings still deliver the Real Deal -- authentic barbecue taste that makes any dish an American Classic.

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It might be hard to describe, but most people know the Real Deal when they see it (or taste it in the case of KC Masterpiece®). It represents something or someone that's authentic, genuine and true -- like a rib joint that's been using the same family recipe for more than 50 years, a musician like Urban who performs with passion night after night, or an everyday hero who makes an impact in his or her community. KC Masterpiece® wants to honor people who are the Real Deal and inspire others to celebrate them. Starting May 10, share why someone in your life is the Real Deal at Facebook.com/KCMasterpiece for the chance to win Urban concert tickets.

"It doesn't get much more authentic than the combination of great music and barbecue," said Nick Meyer, marketing manager for KC Masterpiece®. "That, to me, is the Real Deal, which is why we are partnering with Keith Urban again this year."

To consummate this natural marriage of music and barbecue, Chris Lilly has been named the official Tour BBQ Pitmaster and will create exclusive recipes, advise on the perfect tour barbecue cuisine and share his grilling expertise with music fans. A 10-time world barbecue champion and head of the Big Bob Gibson Bar-B-Q Cooking Team of Decatur, Ala., Lilly hopes to help fans bring a taste of the tour to their own backyards.

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Friday ACM Rehearsal Not-Quite-Live Blog: Keith Urban, Lady Antebellum, Miranda Lambert, Carrie Underwood, and Reba

by Whitney Pastorek


12:17 p.m. Keith Urban’s adorable Aussie accent is filling the arena as I arrive. His band is on stage, noodling around with the lick from Lou Reed’s “Walk On the Wild Side” while Keith stands in the house, discussing a top-secret gimmick. I’ve been asked not to reveal the gimmick, which is fine by me. I like to be part of the solution. Thus, I can give you a snippet of Keith’s conversation, and nothing more: “There might be something cool in taking it and walking right up on stage with it,” he says. “Then I just have to figure out who’s gonna take it when I walk up to my mic.” As he brainstorms with staffers, Keith is wonderfully cheerful and good-natured.

12:18 p.m. He’s singing “I’m In.” This song is also very cheerful and good-natured. Keith, I do need a lover and a friend. Thank you for suggesting that.

12:48 p.m. Keith finishes another take, and the sizeable crowd of civilians packed into the seats on the other side of the house cheer. “We love you, Keith!” one of them screams. “Hi!” says Keith.

12:59 p.m. Now they’re playing back Keith’s performance so he can watch it. He seems pleased. Well, I mean, I can only see the back of his head. But he’s not, like, throwing chairs or anything.

3:45 p.m. Miranda comes down off stage and sits on her boyfriend Blake Shelton’s lap. He’s hiding in the audience stage right, drinking something out of a red gimme cup. Keith Urban, where are you?!? I continue to need a lover and a friend, dammit!

6:52 p.m. After running through a few of her teleprompter bits in various spots around the room, Reba is now rehearsing “Keep On Loving You.” It is predictably impeccable. Behind her as she sings is what looks to be a slideshow of male country stars and their wives, lovely soft-focus shots of Johnny and June, Tim and Faith, Keith and Nicole, etc, etc. Naturally, it ends on Reba and Narvel. Aw.


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