Hayden Panettiere has a new look for the new season of Heroes. These pictures showed her on the set. Hayden was wearing a dark brunette look and smoldering eye shadow. This location was in Los Angeles. She was trying out her stage prop for size and manual dexterity.

Hayden’s boyfriend, Milo Ventimiglia, had some scenes to shoot. His look for the new season was also dark – he wore a suit of black colored attire. Season Three of Heroes starts on Monday, Sept. 22, 2008.

Sienna Miller, Keira Knightley and Matthew Rhys all star in “The Edge Of Love.” They posed together for the photocall in Edinburgh, Scotland, to promote their movie. Sienna has been given some bad press for ditching her former boyfriend, Rhys Ifans. She has hooked up with her ex-boyfriend, Matthew Rhys. Apparently, working together with him in this movie brought back some fond memories and they reconciled to become a dating couple again. Rhys Ifans has been heartbroken and mopping around like a devastated man.

Fast food corporations are the favorite kicktoys of the documentarians as of late who use gruesome slaughterhouse footage and damning statistics to make their points — some as sensational as Morgan Spurlock, spitting up a Big Mac like a fussy baby. But Troma Films takes a page from the Swiftian satirists of “South Park” and their death-shitting Wall-Mart, offering up a big, steaming, messy, disgusting, gloriously sexploitative feast with their latest, and absolutely greatest, picture: Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead. It hinges on a hilariously irreverent premise: a fast food fried chicken restaurant is built on an ancient Indian tribal burial ground, and a batch of veiny eggs cause people to turn into chicken Indian zombies who tear people limb from limb.

Oh. And it’s a musical.

Troma Films is the original grindhouse movie picture studio. It’s founded on over the top gore-fests, gratuitous and exploitative nudity, and low-production values. Lloyd Kaufman, the Larry Flynt of Film, is a golden god among the gorehounds, and the father of The Toxic Avenger and Sergeant Kabukiman NYPD. He constantly wages war on the MPAA in the name of independent film. His movies are cheaply shot, with non-union actors and crews in a matter of days on shoestring budgets. The plots are nonsense, and the acting varies from wooden to Travoltian stage scenery-chewing. The movies are pretty much vehicles for young women to take off their tops and engage in lipstick lesbianism or for weirdos to suffer horrible, head-smashing, intestine-splattering, limb-ripping deaths. That’s in-between fart jokes and scatalogical riffs, or cheesy dialogue and jokes about rape or incest. It’s everything Uwe Boll wishes he was. It’s a teenage boy’s wet dream. And it’s everything I love about movies.

As with most Troma Films, you expect a certain low-grade to the quality of the editing, shooting, dialogue, and special effects. You don’t go to McDonald’s for a steak. However, what sets Poultrygeist ahead of the rest of the Tromaville pack is that it has a ridiculously hysterical script, written by Gabe Friedman and Lloyd Kaufman. It’s the kind of spoof-satire Trey Parker and Matt Stone specialize in. A lot of the jokes are clunkers, and most of the songs suffer from a lack of musicality. But that’s like pointing out the zits on the pictures in the nudie magazines. You’re totally missing the meat. The meat here is non-stop, stomach-churning violence and the spewing of bodily fluids in all colors, thicknesses, and splatter-patterns. It’s no joke this was Not Rated by the MPAA: there exists no letter that could truly encapsulate the sheer voracity and explicitness of the gore. It would have to be some sort of hieroglyphic or some combination of a Greek letter and onomatopoeia: Sigma Boooooing!

Poultrygeist opens with two teenage lovers making out in the Ancient Indian Tribal Burial Ground. Wendy (Kate Graham) is about to go off the college, and she’s saying goodbye to her sweet nerdy boyfriend Arbie (Jason Yachanin), who must stay behind in Tromaville to take care of his two retarded and blind parents. Arbie fumbles with Wendy’s bra, complete with shaking water balloon sound effects as her breasts jiggle. As Arbie and Wendy start engage in a little “hide the salami,” zombie hands shoot up around them. One inserts and loses a finger in Arbie’s sphincter. However this isn’t what distracts the two swinging teens, instead it’s the Graveyard Peeper (John Karyus) who stands over them clutching an axe in one hand and his schlong in the other, pumping away vigorously. The two teens flee, and the Peeper stays behind sniffing Arbie’s underpants. A zombie hand reaches up the Peeper’s ass (all the way up) out through his mouth and yanks the underpants and most of the man’s organs out the other end. And that, my friends, will pretty much set the tone for the rest of the film.

Flash forward to a year later, Arbie has come back to the tribal ground where he consummated his love with young Wendy, only to find a protest outside a new American Chicken Bunker restaurant. The protest has been organized by College Lesbians Against Mega-Conglomerates or C.L.A.M. And who should be a new-found lesbian but our dear Wendy and her new disturbingly Alanis-Morissette looking gal-pal Micki (Allyson Sereboff). After breaking into an outraged song, Arbie decides to get revenge by joining the staff of ACB as a Counter Girl (complete with kilt and tutu). His boss is the stern black Denny (Joshua Olatunde), and the rest of the kitchen staff is comprised of a homosexual Mexican named Paco Bell (Khalid Rivera), a burka-wearing Arab named Hummus (Rose Ghavami), and a frozen-chicken fucking redneck named Carl Jr. (Caleb Emerson). In case you haven’t figured out yet, everyone’s got variations of fast food restaurants as names.

Green gooey alien eggs (from who knows where) somehow cause the frozen chickens to come to life, but this pretty much serves as a method for the chickens to commit disgusting bodily-function related murders that result in industrial-sized drums of blood on everything. One man shits himself to death, splattering the bathroom walls with thick syrupy chunks of feces, until he eventually explodes, releasing a chicken indian zombie. One of the workers gets his dick chomped on by a semi-defrosted chicken, which finally relents after someone shoves a mop up the worker’s ass. The mop then impales him through the shaft of his penis, leaving just the tip on the protruding handle before he dies in a sputtering puddle of green goo and meaty blood. The green goo splatters on buckets of fried chicken, which are fed to protestors outside, who are led to believe that the seething pustules are actually “flavor pods”.

Then all hell breaks loose. The protestors transform into Indian chicken zombies, which apparently means they get painted green, have beaks glued to their faces, have their arms covered with wisps of pillow feathers, and they wear little headbands with feathers on them or beaded necklaces. They begin assaulting those not transformed by tearing open their stomachs and feasting on the intestines, or ripping off arms, or in one particularly gruesome sequence, having their faces shredded by a meat slicer. This movie makes Peter Jackson’s Dead Alive look like “VeggieTales.” That includes the Director’s Cut of The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything, where the summer squash brutally rapes the tomato with a carrot. Arbie and a tight-knit group of survivors must fight or die, including Wendy whenever she’s not topless in a lesbian dream sequence.

It’s exceptionally campy, but the cast is absolutely fun to watch. They know the dialogue is corny, but it’s like watching a Naked Gun movie. For example, this exchange:

Arbie: They are very slowly approaching the entrance!
Micki: They’ll break through faster than the five minutes it took me to turn Wendy into a full blown lesbian!
Arbie: Damn it! Well, we need action before they turn the glass into lesbians!

Arbie looks like a nerdy version of Reese from “Malcolm in the Middle,” and Wendy has this kind of Reese Witherspoon meets Rachel Bilson vibe going on. There are cameos riddled through the crowd gore scenes including Trey Parker and Matt Stone, and Lemmy from Motorhead. Even Lloyd Kaufman, who usually rivals Shamalyan for self-promoting cameos in his movies, plays the Mysterious Old Man with a ton of humor. And waaaaaay to much wrinkly old man ass.

While it’s certainly not the finest film ever made, it’s easily one of the most fun movies to watch. If you enjoy watching buckets of messy fluid showered over every frame of your film. Troma may churn out the grindhouse, Z-grade quality films, but they are labors of love, and you can see that in the production. The title song was performed by one of the guys from New Found Glory for free. Most of the cast and crew were newbies working for peanuts. If you want to watch Oscar performances, go watch Denzel Washington or Cate Blanchett. But if you want to watch an Irish priest with one of the worst accents in movie history and an even worse wig get his head stomped into goo by what is clearly a giant rubber chicken foot, you need to get your head a little Troma.

Friends, relatives and show-business colleagues gathered Sunday to remember Oscar-winning special-effects maestro Stan Winston, the man responsible for bringing the dinosaurs of “Jurassic Park” and other iconic movie creatures to life.

Winston died at his home in Malibu surrounded by family June 15 after a seven-year struggle with multiple myeloma. He was 62.

Winston’s son Matt recounted his father’s last day as being filled with laughter, hugs, kisses, tears and music from the Beatles. At the end of the private memorial service at the Hillside Memorial Park and Mortuary, Matt played the last song Winston heard before he died: the Beatles’ “All My Loving.”

Colleagues including “Iron Man” director Jon Favreau, Sigourney Weaver, Tom Arnold, Ernie Hudson and Robert Patrick joined Winston’s family and friends to reminisce and listen to personal stories from Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger, Rabbi Judith Halevy, brother Ronny Winston, uncle Mitchell Karlan, son-in-law Erich Litoff, and directors James Cameron and Steven Spielberg.

“What Stan did is that he took our dreams - he took all of our dreams - and he blended them with his own dreams,” Spielberg told mourners in attendance. “He then workshopped those dreams with pencil, clay and later years on the computer. He would basically give life to all of our ideas. He would make them come to life.”

In a career spanning four decades, Winston created some of the most memorable visual effects in cinematic history. He helped bring the dinosaurs from “Jurassic Park,” the extraterrestrials from “Aliens,” the robots from “Terminator” and even “Edward Scissorhands” to the big screen. He was a pioneer in merging real-world effects with computer-generated imagery.

Winston won visual effects Oscars for 1986’s “Aliens,” 1992’s “Terminator 2: Judgment Day” and 1993’s “Jurassic Park.” He also won a makeup Oscar for 1992’s “Batman Returns.” He was nominated for his work on “Heartbeeps,” “Predator,” “Edward Scissorhands,” “Batman Returns,” “The Lost World: Jurassic Park” and “A.I.”

Frequent collaborator Cameron told those gathered he spoke with Winston the day before he died. Cameron said Winston expressed something that he never had before: Winston told his colleague and friend that he loved him. Cameron also let “the fans speak for Stan” by reading several messages posted after Winston’s death by users of the movie news and gossip Web site Ain’t It Cool News.

“He inspired a generation of fans,” Cameron said. “I think that just maybe the words of a bunch of people who didn’t even know him personally may be his best tribute.”

Winston’s survivors include his wife, Karen; and his son, daughter, brother and four grandchildren.

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Lindsay Lohan hopes to turn her life around with her new movie, Labor Pains, about a young woman (Lindsay) who pretends to be pregnant so she doesn’t get fired. Now Lindsay is one step closer to realizing her dream as she has found someone to insure, albeit with a lot of vouching from the film’s producer, Rick Schwartz. Rush & Molloy call the script hilarious and exclaim that this could bring Lindsay’s career back on track.

According to the screenplay we’ve obtained, Lohan plays a young woman who pretends to be pregnant so she doesn’t get fired. She thrives on the attention she’s getting despite “carrying a volleyball around on her stomach.” We don’t want to be spoilers, but the script is hilarious.

The movie will be made whether or not there’s an actors strike, since the union gave Schwartz a waiver, Variety reported.

Lindsay was never that great of an actress. She’s not some fallen star who has a chance at a great comeback. The one decent movie she was in was Mean Girls and that movie sucked. After that, it was all downhill. Herbie, I Know Who Killed Me, Georgia Rules. Lindsay’s body of work belongs more in sadomasochistic rituals than in AFI’s top 100.

Don’t even ask me what she’s doing with Dennis Hopper either. I have no clue.

Bravo’s A-List Awards took place at the Hammerstein Ballroom Wednesday night and it sounded more like a dysfunctional family reunion than an actual awards show. The whole show was pretty much a circle jerk for D-listers.

Kathy Griffin hosted and being the “hip” and “with it” comedian that she is, told jokes about Miley Cyrus getting VD and about Mariah Carey being old. She also said some other stuff, but I’m too tired to type it so I’ll just quote Page Six. Pay close attention to the swearing. Notice how Kathy becomes 10 times more edgy when she throws those f-bombs:

“That motherfucker George Clooney ruined it for all of us,” she yelled. “He decided to donate his Oscar bag to some bullshit environmental organization and ruined it for me.”

Griffin, currently on the cover of A Bear’s Life - a magazine dedicated to macho, “furry” gays known as “bears” - admitted she watched “Living Lohan” and is obsessed with Dina and Ali Lohan.

“I wish I could have had a manager mom out at clubs fucking guys to get me roles,” Griffin cracked. “My mom’s at home drinking a box of wine.”

There’s a magazine dedicated to hairy gay guys? You’re goddamn right there is. The pinnacle of achievement for any actor or actress is to grace the cover of A Bear’s Life and Kathy Griffin has done it. She’s made it. In the venerable words of Kathy, “FUCK YEA!!” But Kathy Griffin wasn’t the only one happy, Lauren Hutton was too. If you can’t see the video of Lauren’s acceptance speech up above after receiving a lifetime achievement award, let me or rather, let Page Six, yet again, describe it. It rivaled that of Halle Berry’s Oscar meltdown.

Actress Lauren Hutton, who accepted a lifetime achievement honor, slurred that she hadn’t slept in 46 hours, rubbed her crotch with the big silver award and mumbled “sluts” on stage.

After that, one clap turned into thunderous applause. Wow. The Bravo A-List Awards sounds like the classiest show out there. It makes the Oscars look like a used up whore. With VD!

Not that any of you care, but Vin Diesel and girlfriend/model Paloma Jimenez are now the proud parents of a baby girl. No one knows the baby’s name because everyone was too busy scratching their asses to ask. However, they do know she was born in April. And no, I’m not late on this. This was reported today, June 6, more than a month later.

Next time instead of reporting on a celebrity baby they don’t care about, they can just type the name of the mom and dad, whoever is more famous, and trail off into a bunch of ellipses, like so, Vin Diesel…… It’ll save them a lot of trouble.

Edward Norton’s The Hulk hopes to revitalize the falling green monster franchise with better cgi — looks the same — a new Bruce Banner, a new Betty Ross and a surprise cameo by Robert Downey Jr. who reprises his role as Iron Man aka Tony Stark. Usually, these types of crossovers are kept secret until people actually go watch the film, but Marvel is attempting a new strategy in acknowledging The Hulk might suck and instead, aiming to build off the popularity of Iron Man.

A better strategy would have been to ask Leslie Bibb from Iron Man to get naked. That would be cool because she’s hot. Oh and they could drip honey over her body and then have her suck on a banana and do other sexy things with fruits. The Hulk? What?

Seth Rogen is currently penning and will most likely star as the titular character in the film adaptation of The Green Hornet set to be released in summer 2010. Although a director has yet to be chosen, executives already have a few ideas on who should play Kato, a role made famous by Bruce Lee. A tipster wrote to AAM.

This week is the big Licensing Show in NY.

I can’t tell you what industry I’m in, but we met with a studio this week to discuss possible licensed products for an upcoming Green Hornet film. Now, I must preface this by saying the film is still being written, so things can change, but what I’m relating to you is what was presented to a group of 12 of us (from several different companies) by the studio executives.

The Green Hornet will star Seth Rogan as The Green Hornet. He will be totally inept, a bit like Inspector Cleuso . Kato will actually be the hero, but he saves everyone, including The Green Hornet, without TGH ever realizing its not he himself doing it.

So this is where it gets interesting, I will refer to the executives as executive 1 and 2, and the potential licensors as PL 1, 2, and 3:

PL1: So who would play Kato?

Executive1: We’re thinking a Chinese actor, possibly Rain.

PL2: Rain isn’t Chinese.

Executive1: No, I think he is (looks at Executive2 who is nodding in agreement)

PL2: No, I’m actually positive he isn’t. He’s Korean.

Executive2: Well, he’s one of those. That’s just one option.

Executive1: The other option is, get ready, Will Smith!

PL3: Will Smith? Will Smith isn’t Asian.

Executive1: (Bursting with excitement) I know, that’s the twist!

The meeting then went one to discuss an upcoming live action / CGI Smurf movie involving an interdimensional portal and an abusive Father.

The writer’s strike has really messed up Hollywood.

Just wanted to share that.

Sure, they could stay true to the popular tv show and get an Asian actor to play the part, but, dude, Will Smith. He’s, like, so totally dreamy and ladies love him. He’ll revitalize Kato. They can change his back story as well. Instead of Britt Reid aka Green Hornet saving him in the “Far East”, he could save him from an inner city gang. Most likely in Compton. It’ll be so touching or, rather, dope as the kids say. Kids still say that, right? Whatever. Why didn’t anyone think of this before? They should do this to all movies. Like, that Sex and the City movie should have starred Britney Spears and instead of wearing designer clothes and talking about sex, they should have just filmed her sitting, eating KFC, scratching her ass and burping. What a twist!

A deluge of promotional anecdotes have come as the premiere of Get Smart draws near. Surprisingly, all of them deal with kissing Steve Carell. First, Anne Hathaway described her infected kiss with Steve and now Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is talking about his kiss with Steve.

“One of the skills I had to learn and become proficient in is kissing a man. I had never kissed a man,” he told Pop Tarts at the Los Angeles premiere of “Get Smart” on Monday evening. “Will Smith did it in his movies, so did Jake Gyllenhaal, and I figured it was my time. So it was me and [Steve] Carell — fantastic.”

One of the hallmarks of a great actor is the willingness to make out with another man. At least that’s what Jake Gyllenhaal tells me everytime I see him. For the last time Jake, I don’t want to be a goddamn actor. Stop puckering your lips at me.