Released this morning, a genuinely final, end-of-the-Iowa-road Reuters/C-SPAN/Zogby poll showing Hillary running third.
And a genuinely unwise endorsement of John Edwards by Michael Moore — unwise given the dead certainty that the Republican attack machine will let slip a certain troublesome dog in the extremely unlikely event that Edwards might win the nomination, so what’s the point?

One of these months, Kyle Newman‘s Fanboys — a tragic period comedy about a group of Star Wars fans who attempt to break into George Lucas‘s Skywalker Ranch so a sick friend can watch The Phantom Menace before he croaks — will open in theatres, or at least on DVD. The MGM/Weinstein Co. team was going to have it out by 1.18, but that has apparently fallen by the wayside. An Exhibitor Relations list indicates that the Weinsteiners may have dumped the film altogether. Am I missing some piece of news?

You can just about smell the stench of over-acting from this Fanboys still alone…particularly the coarse emoting of Dan Fogler (middle)

Any film starring the animal Dan Fogler is a potential problem, and any film with this storyline that doesn’t deal at least semi-honestly with the content of The Phantom Menace — a shattering spiritual and emotional comedown for thousands of Star Wars geeks the world over when it opened eight and half years ago , despite the odd fact of it having made obscene earnings — has to be reprehensible on some level. One of the last things a dying geek does is watch the screen debuts of Jake Lloyd and Jar-Jar Binks? That’s sickening.
Rob Burnett‘s Free Enterprise excepted, geek culture movies always seem to run into problems. Whatever happened to Patrick Read Johnson‘s 5.27.77, another Star Wars fanboy flick film that has been in post-production for three or four years without a release?

The famous harmonic howling sound that warriors from a certain period film make when their ship gets lost in the fog and falls off the edge of the earth. Easy to guess.

If you want to feel moderately depressed and stay that way for the next two or three days, check out Moviefone’s Best Movie Bets of 2008 list. 33 films are listed, but with the exception of Drillbit Taylor, The Pineapple Express, Wanted, Leatherheads, Hellboy II, Bond 22, The Dark Knight, Uncle Festus and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull and possibly He’s Just Not That Into You, the odds seem reasonable that 24 will be punishers.

Mike Huckabee playing bass on Leno last night; talking about weight loss, the yanking of the Romney attack ad, etc.

And Hillary Clinton‘s visit to Late night with David Letterman. Dancing WGA picket girls, “Oh, well…all good things come to an end,” Letterman’s Old Man and the Sea beard (“I know what you’re thinkin’…Dave looks like a cattle-drive cook…two months and I’m finally out of rehab”), etc. Superb bad-credit advertisement at the end.

A friend of a friend of a guy who knows somebody who overheard somebody talking in the Pacific Palisades Gelson’s the other night says the following about JJ Abrams‘ Cloverfield: (1) Forget the metaphorical Hollywood Elsewhere don’t-show-the-monster angle. The monster will definitely be seen, I’m told, at roughly the 25-minute mark. (2) The origin of the film “has nothing whatsoever to do with 9/11 or a terrorist metaphor.” (Of course not!) The origin of Cloverfield, I’m told, was Abrams being in a toy store with his son and looking at all the Godzilla toys and thought to himself, ‘Hmmm…why can’t I do one of these…?’ A little brainstorming and voila, Cloverfield was born. (I actually made the Gelson’s part up. This actually comes from a homie of one of the Cloverfield higher-ups.)

Obama’s final Iowa spot. Now is the time, Judah. Today is the day.

Sean Penn has been named jury president for next May’s Cannes Film Festival, which will run from 5.14 to 5.25. What does this signify? Nothing. The Cannes people got in touch, Penn said yeah, off to France and whoop-dee-doo.

The top five films in the Village Voice/L.A. Weekly Film Poll: There Will Be Blood, No Country for Old Men, Zodiac, 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days and I’m Not There.

“Speaking of polemics, I know I’m not the only one among us who loathes The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, aka My Left Eyelid, aka Awakenings for the smart set. Yes, I’m talking to you, Scott. I’d dis the thing myself, but I’d probably have to watch it again to do so properly, and we all have our limits — mine came about two minutes into the interminable, pretentious, Brakhage-for-dummies POV shtick at the outset of Butterfly.” — Village Voice critic Nathan Lee in a 1.2.08 posting for the Slate Movie Club.

Forget Jorge Camara‘s statement of hope. The WGA has told the Hollywood Foreign Press Assn. “in no uncertain terms to forget about any chance of an interim deal that would allow NBC to air the Golden Globes,” reports Variety‘s Dave McNary.
“The WGA has great respect and admiration for the Hollywood Foreign Press Assn., but we are engaged in a crucial struggle that will protect our income and intellectual property rights for generations to come,” the guild statement read. “We will continue to do everything in our power to bring industry negotiations to a fair conclusion. In the meantime, we are grateful for the ongoing support of the Hollywood talent community.”

One of Chris Rock‘s best bits at a recent sold-out Madison Square Garden show “involved a sideways reference to his personal life. While discussing Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton‘s presidential campaign, he mocked the notion that she had presidential experience, explaining that marriage doesn’t confer professional expertise. By way of example, he mentioned his own marriage. ‘I’ve been with my wife for 10 years now,’ he said. ‘If she got onstage right now, y’all wouldn’t laugh at all.'” — from a 1.2.08 N.Y. Times review by Kalefa Sanneh.