Everyone's favourite James Franco has done an interview for Playboy and in it he talks about deliberately ruining the 2011 Oscars because he didn't think that dressing in drag would be funny (he's got us there). He also took some time to refute the rumour that he's a gay rapist.

The original story was covered by Gawker in 2008 and I've literally not heard a single thing about it since then, so it may have been a bit foolish for Franco to refresh everyone's memory of the incident. He stated that the news story "was so fucking offensive because I have friends who have been raped," but when has a line like that ever worked? It's the kind of argument you hear from racists right after they say the n-word on television. Next thing you know James Franco will be appearing via satellite on Letterman, looking desperate and disheveled, saying "I'm not a rapist, that's what's so insane about this."

Neil Burger, the director of the spring sort of maybe good blockbuster Limitless, has replaced David O. Russel as the director of the Uncharted film adaptation. You know, the one about that PS3 game that all you kids like so much. I haven't played it because I don't understand how wireless controllers work. How do the megabits go from my thumbs to the games machine without any cords? What sort of black magic is this!?

O'Russell is the one who cast "Marky" Mark Wahlberg as Nathan Drake and then created a bunch of new characters that weren't in any of the games, probably so all of his friends could have a role. I can't really blame O'Russel for that, though. I've made a couple of shitty, no-budget movies in the past so I know that when people find out what you're doing, every goddamn one of them will ask to be in it. No! There isn't a part for you! "Can't you make a new part?" Oh, sure, I'll just shit out what little is left of my integrity to write an Uncle Bungaloo into the script. He's the protagonist's Australian uncle who shows up for no fucking reason.

Via The Playlist.

The creator of Dexter's Laboratory and Samurai Jack is directing a new 3-D animated film called Hotel Transylvania. It's about a bunch of classic movie monsters living in a hotel because they've lost relevancy in the modern world. Adam Sandler has been cast as Dracula and Ain't It Cool News reports that Kevin James will play Frankenstein's monster (named Frank), David Spade is Quasimodo and Steve Buscemi is a werewolf married to Molly Shannon. So it's basically Grown Ups. I wonder what totally absurd and hilarious thing they'll cast Rob Schneider as this time!

Most sites are leading with Adam Sandler in the headline, but fuck that. Genndy Tartakovsky is the real star here. Yeah, Billy Madison, Happy Gilmore and The Wedding Singer are all classics, and I personally love The Waterboy and Little Nicky, but if Sandler is going to keep pretending that Kevin James is an actor I'm going to have to reevaluate our friendship.

If you made a tally, you'd probably find that I've seen more episodes of The Outer Limits than The Twilight Zone. That may make me a godless heathen, but I can still talk about the in-production Rod Serling biopic without bursting into too many flames (or perhaps that's just my gonorrhea acting up).

Granted, there isn't much to talk about yet other than that the film is being made at all. It's being produced by Andrew Meieran and Serling's widow, the latter of whom I haven't seen since that night in Santa Maria. She was in her seventies and I was eight. C'est l'amour.

Yeah, the punchline is that I slept with the geriatric widow of Rod Serling. It was either that or talk about how the name Rod is a euphemism for penis. I believe I took the high road.

Via UGO.

The kid from The Sixth Sense is all growed up and will soon be starring in Wake the Dead, an independent film that takes the original tale of Frankenstein and twists it into a story about a college student who raises the dead. I don't really care about the film, but it gives me an opportunity to discuss a very important issue: Haley Joel Osment's uncontrollable necrophillia.

First he was hanging out with the ghost of Bruce Willis and now he's an undergrad with a thing for reanimated corpses. Do you notice the trend? It makes you wonder if, in Secondhand Lions, whether or not he was just waiting for Michael Caine or Robert Duvall to die. Then you would really see some rattling cages. Rib cages.

Via Collider.

I just learned this today, but apparently there is a film in production based on the novel World War Z by Max Brooks (the son of Mel Brooks). Brad Pitt, who is producing and starring in the movie, is currently filming in Valletta, Malta, which sounds like the name of an elven kingdom in a Terry Brooks novel. It just needs, like, thirty unnecessary apostrophes.

World War Z is one of the few good things that came out of the recent zombie craze, but I'm pretty sick of the whole thing overall. You might say that I'm a bit of a zombie hipster: I preferred the living dead when they were still underground. [hold for applause]

Mike Mignola, the creator of Hellboy and other awesome things, told The Daily Blam writer Keven Skinner (remember: there's no "I" in "Keven") that Guillermo del Toro is unlikely to return to direct the third Hellboy film.

Actually, Mignola's exact words were that del Toro is "never gonna get back to Hellboy." So if my use of the word "unlikely" in the last paragraph made you think it's still possible that del Toro will return to the series, you probably feel like I've misled you. Maybe you should stop listening to what I say and try forming your own thoughts for a change.