The poster and trailer for Paul Thomas Anderson’s latest are out.

Looks pretty interesting.

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The Sex Cannon is in the house:

Let me explain something to you Rexettes out there. I don’t wear an athletic supporter out there. I don’t. Too constrictive. My cock does not like being reigned in, and I am not one to go against the wishes of Dr. Death And His Satchel . . .

Will someone give the KSK guys there own TV show? I’m thinking it’s like Robot Chicken, only with football.

Which is a bigger FU to early adopters: The PS3’s price drop, or the $200 Apple just lopped off of their ridiculous iPhone?

Update: Galley Friend B.W. sends word that Steve Jobs is going to give early iPhone buyers $100 back. That’s pretty solid.

Has anyone else noticed that USA’s Al Trautwig and J.K. Simmons might actually be the same person? It’s a little eerie. I keep waiting for him to tell Jim Courier that “Sure, Agnes Szavay may have been able to technically tell right from wrong, but her wiring is so screwed up that she may not even have known where she was at the time of the murder.”

Then Courier says, “So bottom line, we offer her a deal?”

And Mary Joe Fernandez is like, “I’ve got a deal, Jim. Let’s hang ‘em. Hang ‘em all.”

I digress. Tuesday’s Henin-Serena match was pretty impressive stuff. Serena only really showed up for a few games late in the first set and after she blew her set point, wasn’t present enough to stay with Henin. I wonder if at this point Henin is up in her head the way Federer is in Roddick’s.

Speaking of which . . . Andy Roddick is something of an acquired taste and in his current incarnation, Roddick 3.0, he’s one of the more interesting players on tour to watch. From the moment he comes out of the tunnel, he looks like a bull, pawing at the ground, waiting to charge. He takes almost no time between serves—he barely even sits down on changeovers. He’s almost Agassi-like in his between-point speed. (Roddick and Agassi could probably rip through five sets in about an hour forty-five.)

That’s all born of aggressiveness and Roddick is about as purely offensive player as you’ll ever see. What Connors has done is get him committed to staying on offense, every point, no matter what. From the moment Michael Barkan starts yammering to him in the tunnel, he wants to get it on. And you’ve seen that with Roddick the last couple years. He looks like he thinks he can beat anybody.

Except, of course, for Federer. Roddick has no chance against him. You know it. He knows it. The American people know it. It’ll be interesting to see how Federer beats him tonight.

Update: Agassi, doing a guest commentary stint, notes before the match that every time a rally goes over six shots, “Andy might as well hit the ball into the stands.” So brutal. So true. I’d love to see a stat on points one per #-shot-rallies after the match.

Update 2: Through a set and a half they’ve had about 15 6+ shot rallies; Roddick hasn’t won any of them.

Update 3: If you’re still awake and you aren’t tuned in to Roddick-Federer, flip it on now. We’re at 1-1 in the third and there hasn’t been a break of serve yet–heck, there’s only been one break chance, even. And these two guys are playing total Rock ‘n’ Roll tennis–hit the ball as loud as you can. To be honest, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a bigger pure slug-fest.

The New York Post is reporting that Mario Batali, one of the great Food Network pioneers, is no longer going to be on the network. According to the Post: “Sources said that network executives told the spotlight-loving chef last month his multiple shows, which includes the long-running ‘Molto Mario,’ would not be renewed and that he would no longer be competing in the popular ‘Iron Chef America’ series.”

If you recall, Anthony Bourdain blogged on Batali being one of the few highlights on FN: “Is there any more egregiously under-used, criminally mishandled, dismissively treated chef on television? Relegated to the circus of ‘Iron Chef America,’ where–like a great, toothless lion, fouling his cage, he hangs on–and on–a major draw (and often the only reason to watch the show). How I would like to see him unchained, free to make the television shows he’s capable of, the Real Mario–in all his Rabelasian brilliance. How I would love to hear the snapping bones of his cruel FN ringmasters, crunching between his mighty jaws! Let us see the cloven hooves beneath those cheery clogs! Let Mario be Mario!”

Not that we should be at all surprised. When I interviewed Michael Smith, FN’s senior vice president for marketing and creative services, I asked him about a celebrity chef saturation point and any fears he may have about Jumping the Shark. Explained Smith: “I think that the challenge for us is that when it was just a genre channel, being a place where you’d come if you wanted information about food, we knew that we could pretty much deliver that pretty consistently just by putting food on the screen and having people present it. But when it transformed into sort of a pop culture entertainment channel, where people watch it for the personalities, then you get into the same game that the NBCs and ABCs are in, that it’s not enough just to have someone making chicken salad. You’ve got to have this really great personality, and that’s where you can Jump the Shark because, as you know in entertainment TV, personalities burn out. You gotta find new ones. And so, you have an Emeril, and he’s a rock star, but then you need the next rock star and the next rock star and so we get into sort of a hits business of finding stars.”

Indeed. But as sorry as I am to see Mario go (he’ll have a show on PBS), we can still look forward to Nigella Lawson, who joins the Food Network in October.

Muffins, anyone?

During this past Labor Day weekend, TNT broadcast Titanic on what seemed a continuous loop. So every now and then I would check up to see when things got interesting (i.e., the sinking) and ended up watching it from about halfway to the end credits.

A few observations, ten years later:

1. The acting is often terrible. The Italian and Irish stereotypes (Danny Nucci as “Fabrizio” and Jason Barry as “Tommy Ryan”) are exceedingly over the top. On the other hand, James Cameron could not possibly have cast anyone better than Bernard Hill (Theoden!) as the captain. And yes, that was in fact Ioan Gruffudd playing an officer.

2. The movie contains one of the worst lines ever: When the old Rose (Gloria Stuart) explains to the crew and her daughter that “not even your grandfather” knew about Jack Dawson, she says: “A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.” I’m getting seasick.

3. So Jack and Rose emerge on deck after having sex in the backseat of a car. As they kiss, the lookout officers ogle them for a few seconds. Then the men look up and notice the “iceberg right ahead!” Had the officers not been distracted, they might have spotted the iceberg a bit earlier. Could the Titanic have been saved in those few precious seconds? In other words, should we hold Jack and Rose responsible for the sinking of the Titanic? I think so.

4. Old Rose’s decision to throw the “Heart of the Ocean” into the deep rather than giving it to Bill Paxton, her granddaughter, or some charity is unforgivable. (Okay, maybe not to Bill Paxton.)

5. Rose survives by floating on a wooden plank while Jack swims next to her. I still believe it was big enough to support both of them.

6. TNT’s large and animated promos that appear on the lower right corner of the screen are obnoxious. For a second, I thought Kyra Sedgwick and Holly Hunter were also drowning in the North Atlantic.

7. That breathy song was, is, and always will be a terrible, terrible song.

Sparking one of the all-time great comment threads, KSK does a mock draft of porn stars. It’s all totally safe for work and packed with porn hilarity.

Galley Brother B.J., for one, will be outraged at how far Chasey Lain fell in the draft. She was a Tom Brady-level steal.