Great Odin's beard! It looks like a sequel to Adam McKay and Will Ferrell's comic classic Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy has gotten a little closer to reality. During a press event for Land of the Lost in Australia on Monday, Ferrell told the Aussie radio DJs Jono & Dano that, "he expected to meet with Paul Rudd and Steve Carell "next week" to discuss ideas...and salaries: "[Because] believe me, I'm not taking a pay-cut. No way!" -- It's a long segment, but if you have the time, Ferrell drops the 'Burgundy bomb' around the 8:20 mark.

McKay and Ferrell have been hinting at a sequel as far back as last summer, and they told Entertainment Weekly that they were already developing a script that would fast-forward Ron Burgundy to the 80's. Now, normally the word sequel is a cause for concern when it comes to a favorite flick, but I have to admit; it's an idea that has tons of possibilities. I mean, who wouldn't love to see the Ron in the world of cable news pundits? I wonder if Burgundy would be a Fox News or a MSNBC kind of guy? Nobody can play a lovable blow-hard like Farrell, and as long as the whole thing doesn't become overrun with bad '80s jokes about Rubik's Cubes and Thriller jackets, we should be good, right?

Some of the best moments on the big screen comes from something we'd never expect, but find irresistible -- the sort of occurrences where it seems like someone fed you into a computer and came out with the perfect and inevitable piece of awesome that would appeal. And now I'm wondering if that could be Paul Rudd morphing into Eric Roberts.

I've liked both men for a while -- Roberts being my first big Hollywood crush, and Rudd being my dancing King. But the two never met with any common ground in my mind. Nevertheless, the new rumor hitting the mill is that the two might play the same character in the upcoming Allen Ginsberg obscenity trail film, Howl. According to Bad Taste, a source inside the production has confirmed that Roberts is in negotiations to play Luther Nichols in the film -- the man that Paul Rudd is currently playing. This is either a mix-up in who is negotiating, or who is playing who. I can't see a modern film paying two actors to do the same role when there's lots of age makeup around.

But the idea ... I like it. The young, upbeat cherubic quality to Rudd balanced with the aged sneer of Roberts. It would definitely be an interesting way to tackle a character -- not Cate Blanchett as Bob Dylan unique, but close enough.

Let's just get the important part out first -- Variety reports that Jon Hamm, the man who looks like a cartoon pilot, has joined the cast of Howl. Commence girly shrieking, gaze at the photo to your left, sink into your chair with a grin on your face. It's cool. I did it too.

All right, now that's over with. Howl is already generating a lot of buzz, all of which should keep it from disappearing into indie obscurity. Not only does it center on a notorious moment of literary history, but its collected a heck of an ensemble cast -- James Franco (who is playing Allen Ginsberg), Paul Rudd, Mary-Louise Parker, David Strathairn, Jeff Daniels, Bob Balaban, Treat Williams and Alessandro Nivola are all on board. (Check out Peter Martin's piece to see who plays whom.)

Hamm has landed a very meaty part in the Ginsberg story -- he'll play the famous defense attorney Jake Ehrlich. Ehrlich was actually the attorney for Lawrence Ferlinghetti who had published Howl stateside as the owner of City Lights Bookstore. He faced a $500 fine and a 6 month sentence for daring to publishing Ginsberg's poem, and gained the services of Ehrlich thanks to the ACLU. Ehrlich took the case pro-bono, and later wrote an account of the trial titled Howl of the Censor, and was the inspiration for the television series "Perry Mason."

All joking and gushing aside, it's wonderful to see Hamm get to use his acting chops outside of Mad Men and Keanu Reeves. Now if some studio executive would watch that Lex Luthor video and make the obvious DC choice ...

(We're reposting this review from SXSW to coincide with the film's theatrical release this weekend)

By: Eugene Novikov

Up until now, Paul Rudd has been content to sit in the back seat. Apart from a funny but nondescript star turn in Role Models, Rudd has mostly bided his time on the fringes of the various Team Apatow productions, churning out one memorable supporting performance after another, plus the occasional bit part in the likes of Night at the Museum. That he's developed a small but enthusiastic fanbase anyway speaks to his star potential.

I Love You, Man is a sweet, amusing, and perfectly acceptable comedy all around, but it's exciting because it marks the point where Rudd finally begins to stake out his territory as a comedian and a leading man. As Peter Klaven, the happy and level-headed real estate agent who discovers, upon proposing to his girlfriend of eight months, that his total lack of guy friends will result in an all-female wedding party if he doesn't act fast, Rudd combines a nice-guy earnestness with a simmering nervous energy – he's like a less sarcastic Albert Brooks or a more self-conscious Steve Martin.

Up until now, Paul Rudd has been content to sit in the back seat. Apart from a funny but nondescript star turn in Role Models, Rudd has mostly bided his time on the fringes of the various Team Apatow productions, churning out one memorable supporting performance after another, plus the occasional bit part in the likes of Night at the Museum. That he's developed a small but enthusiastic fanbase anyway speaks to his star potential.

I Love You, Man is a sweet, amusing, and perfectly acceptable comedy all around, but it's exciting because it marks the point where Rudd finally begins to stake out his territory as a comedian and a leading man. As Peter Klaven, the happy and level-headed real estate agent who discovers, upon proposing to his girlfriend of eight months, that his total lack of guy friends will result in an all-female wedding party if he doesn't act fast, Rudd combines a nice-guy earnestness with a simmering nervous energy – he's like a less sarcastic Albert Brooks or a more self-conscious Steve Martin.

Cold winds and torrential rainfall did not dampen the spirits of attendees on the first day of SXSW in Austin, Texas. Cinematical writers traveled from near and far to cover the annual celebration and eat some barbecue. It's only my second SXSW experience, but seeing so many writers, film critics, and bloggers whose work I read and respect has inspired me to quit the business. No, no, I meant to say: it's cool seeing so many Twitterers in person.

Good Buzz: The film festival proper got underway with some serious man love, as the opening night presentation of John Hamburg's bro-mantic comedy I Love You, Man was unveiled at the historic Paramount Theater, with stars Paul Rudd and Jason Segel among hundreds in attendance. Simultaneously, a slew of films began screening at other venues; William Goss said Nash Edgerton's Australian thriller The Square was unexpectedly good, I heard very good things about Eric Kutner and Adam Goldstein's snarling comedy The Snake -- presented by Patton Oswalt, who was in the house -- and I enjoyed a wild and wacky program of music videos.

Midnight Gets Crazy: To cap the evening, most of the Cinematical crew gathered for the first evening of SXSW Presents Fantastic Fest at Midnight, the international festival premiere of Ong Bak 2. The directorial debut of martial artist supreme Tony Jaa features numerous insanely awesome fight scenes and, er, elephants. Before the film rolled, new SXSW Producer Janet Pierson introduced Alamo Drafthouse impressario Tim League, dressed for some reason in a Roman toga, who kicked things off with a contest that I'm not sure I should describe in detail. (Hint: it involved beer. And men. And drinking.) A good time was had by all.

As the years progress, our tastes change. However, there is one thing that never fails to make me smile -- whether I'm watching it or just thinking about it: Paul Rudd dancing. The man is white dancing brilliance!

Skimming MTV, I spotted a little talk with David Wain, who says that he wants Paul Rudd to be his leading man in the stage production of Wet Hot American Summer that he's hoping to put together. Strangely enough (at least to my mind), he doesn't site Rudd's dancing, but rather says: "Paul Rudd is a great singer. I just need to find the right musical collaborators."

Wain, my dear, the voice means nothing if you get that man movin'.

In honor of the man's killer moves, I thought I'd share my favorite Rudd dance scene (Overnight Delivery!), plus a few others for your weekend enjoyment after the jump.

When in the world did it get to be the day before the SXSW Film Festival starts? I've been getting organized and ready, and so have the other Cinematical writers who are coming to town. We are going to be all over this fest like barbecue sauce on Texas brisket. (Don't tell me that you don't think sauce belongs on brisket, I don't want to hear that kind of perverted talk.)

Trying to decide which films to see has been at least as difficult this year as it has been in the past. Sam Raimi or Sacha Baron Cohen? Kathryn Bigelow's latest film, or Tobe Hooper's first? Office Space or Observe and Report? There are documentaries about mushrooms and Martin Scorsese movies, conspiracy theorists and film critics. And of course I want to see some of the big splashy premieres at the Paramount, but can't bear to miss any of the indie films I might not get to see again -- gaaaaaaah. I've made a list of a few of the movies we're looking forward to seeing this week. If you're coming to Austin, I hope I'll see you there.

So it looks like Vanity Fair is back playing in their creative sandbox as they've launched a new set of photos called Comedy's New Legends, featuring some of today's favorite comedic actors and actresses dressed up (and down) to resemble their favorite big-screen legends. There's Seth Rogen as Frida Kahlo, Danny McBride as Jack Nicholson in The Shining, Will Arnett as Han Solo, Russell Brand as Charlie Chaplin, Paul Rudd as Gene Wilder in Young Frankenstein (my personal favorite), and Bill Hader, Anna Faris, Jason Bateman and Leslie Mann as The Honeymooners, among others.

Above you will find the image that kicks off VF's latest series, which is a throwback to another (much sexier) Vanity Fair cover featuring the naked bodies of women like Scarlett Johansson and Keira Knightley. Instead, this time around, we get Seth Rogen, Jonah Hill and Jason Segel in skin-toned body suits. (Thank you Vanity Fair for not allowing them to get naked, because one imagines they totally wanted to go that route.) Check out some of our favorites in the gallery below, and the rest over at Vanity Fair.



Other popular Vanity Fair photo collections:
Something Just Clicked
2008 Hollywood Portfolio (featuring Alfred Hitchock recreations)
Disney recreations

Oh, Breckin Meyer, what happened to you? In the '90s, things were going well. You got a little Clueless, got mixed up in The Craft, led Lovebürger -- all sorts of successful teen fare. But then ... Road Trip got you on the wrong highway until you were suffocating in projects like Herbie and Garfield.

If it wasn't for his animated gigs, I don't know what would've happened to Meyer. But now Production Weekly says he's turned to scriptwriting -- penning the Harry Elfont and Deb Kaplan-created Superguys. They say: "think Ocean's 11 with idiots set at Comic-Con." Man, Con is hot right now. Anyway, this reunites Meyer with the duo who created Can't Hardly Wait. Could this mean something good? Maybe? Or am I just fooling myself with hope?

Meanwhile, the much more successful Clueless alum Paul Rudd has a new gig lined up. He and Owen Wilson are in talks to star in Reese Witherspoon's latest romantic comedy. Yes! Should these talks work out, Wyatt Trips and Ivy Miller will be reunited! (Monsters vs. Aliens doesn't really count.) The untitled feature would pit Paul and Owen against each other to grab Reese's heart -- Paul as a "white-collar executive" and Owen as "a professional baseball pitcher."

Please. There's no way Mr. Wilson can come between the spazzy loves of Overnight Delivery. Actually ... this is probably a bad idea because I love that movie so much that it'll just leave me with ridiculously high expectations. I'd want snarky Reese, great Kevin Smith-influenced dialog ("It's no Jesus walking on water, I give it a six."), and most definitely at least one scene of classic, wacky Rudd dancing.

Reese and Paul might want to remove their last project from our memories, but I will clutch to it 'til the end!