A third hunt-for-Osama-bin-Laden film, possibly from Steven Spielberg? On top of John Stockwell‘s Code Name: Geronimo, a hunt-for-bin-Laden film that the Weinstein Co. may release sometime this fall, and Kathryn Bigelow and Mark Boal‘s Zero Dark Thirty, a highly anticipated film about the same topic that Sony is opening on 12.19? Two is a stretch — three is ridiculous.

Here’s a good riff about Shia LeBeouf’s bootlegging character, Jack, in John Hillcoat‘s Lawless, written by New Yorker critic Anthony Lane: “LeBeouf has the expression of a panicking puppy and a name like an Islamic steak house…but he gives Hillcoat’s film a pulse and a purpose that it sorely needs.

“Jack is the runt of the litter who longs to be top dog and the sheen of desperation on Labeouf’s face, as he hares off in a truck with a cargo of alcohol or poses for a photograph like a proper outlaw, tells us everything about the cravings of a small-time crooks.”

The only way I’ll be paying attention to the goings-on in Tampa this week is if somebody blurts out a gaffe of some kind. It’ll show up on Twitter and we’ll all take it from there. I tried to watch some pre-convention discussions with Andrea Mitchell this morning and I realized right away that I can’t do this. It’s pollution. It’s gas.

Oh, and by the way: here’s what RNC Chairman Reince Priebus had to say about this morning’s dustup with Chris Matthews. What an unctuous little worm, this guy…smoke-blowing scumbag.

Tomorrow Lars Von Trier‘s Nymphomaniac, “a wild and poetic story of a woman’s erotic journey from birth to the age of 50,” will begin filming in Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany (northeast of Dusseldorf). This means that costar Shia LeBeouf, who has said he’ll be performing real-deal sex scenes with star Charlotte Gainsbourg (or perhaps with someone or something else), is now in Germany and almost certainly going through a little pre-performance anxiety as he paces back and forth in his hotel room. Who wouldn’t be?

The thing to remember is to not repeat the Cillian Murphy full-frontal experience in 28 Days Later, and that means following the golden rule, to wit: between bouts of athletic engagement, always maintain a state of maximum tumescence in repose. In other words an unclothed actor, as Sid Krassman put it in Terry Southern‘s “Blue Movie,” needs “a little heft” to start with before getting down and going to town. To not have that could be deeply embarassing and perhaps even career-wounding.

A Trust Nordisk press release announced today that Nymphomaniac, which costars Jamie Bell, Connie Nielsen, Mia Goth, Jens Albinus, Severin von Hoensbroech, Peter Gilberg Cotton, Nicolas Bro, Tabea Tarbiat, Janine Romanowski, Jesper Christensen, Tania Carlin, Felicity Gilbert and Shanti Roney, is scheduled to last 11 weeks, mostly in Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany and for a shorter period in Flanders, Belgium. Pic is expected to be released in 2013.

I don’t know anything, but I wouldn’t mind the idea of Walter Salles‘ On The Road playing Telluride…if it happens. I was genuinely levitating after catching it in Cannes. And even if Robert Lorenz and Clint Eastwood‘s Trouble With The Curve is “not a festival film,” as a colleague feels, I’d still like to see it there.

I think we’ve said all that needs to be said about the other alleged inclusions: Argo, Frances Ha, Ginger & Rosa, The Hunt (a cloddish and infuriating film about an innocent divorced man accused of child molestation by small-town morons and fair-weather friends), Hyde Park on Hudson, Passion, Rust and Bone and possibly The Sapphires.

There will be festival tributes for Mads Mikkelsen and Marion Cotillard.

I for one am very sorry to hear that Terrence Wackadoodle‘s To The Wonder is not Telluride-bound. A meandering romantic triangle movie with metaphorical applications to the ’08 financial crisis (according to Venice Film Festival honcho Alberto Barbera) sounds like a moody mescaline trip, but almost certainly like the kind of film that would find some sort of sympathetic reception in Telluride (on top of the already scheduled Venice and Toronto festivals). How fruit-loopy could it be?

Less than 72 hours remain until my departure for the Telluride Film Festival, which will immediately be followed by a New York pit-stop and then the Toronto Film Festival. I always go through the same routine at this stage. I make a list of things that need to be done, and I get around to some but others get elbowed aside by column writings. And then five or seven other things arise the day before departure and that grim, clenched head-swirl thing kicks in. Pre-departure screenings: a new DCP of Vertigo, Rian Johnson‘s Looper, two Mads Mikkelsen films (The Hunt, A Royal Affair).

Whenever a heated disagreement erupts on a political talk show, the hosts and the sideliners always say “all right, tone it down, take a chill pill.” MSNBC’s Chris Matthews: “Romney’s birther joke…was awful. It’s an embarrassment to your party to play [the] ethnic card.” RNC chairman Reince Priebus: “I’m not going to get into a shouting match with Chris so you guys can move on.” Matthews: “Because you’re losing, that’s why.” Priebus: “Garbage, garbage.” Matthews: “It’s your garbage.”