Kenny Powers fooled us twice.
HBO's Eastbound & Down is out-of-control good this season, which makes its imminent series finale (two episodes left!) really hard to cope with (it's to the extent that typing "imminent series finale" just now hurt my heart). Marilyn Manson made an out-of-makeup (at least the usual makeup) cameo on last night's episode as a roller-rink employee deemed a loser on sight by Danny McBride's antihero character Kenny Powers. Manny's cutting in only to be humiliated. This show is so good I'm sure it was worth it.
Variety reports that HBO has picked up Eastbound & Down a fourth season. This is something of a surprise, as creators Jody Hill and Danny McBride (who also plays the show's anti-hero Kenny Powers) had said that its third season, which wrapped in April, would be its last. It was indicated in a promo after the penultimate episode that the finale would be the "season finale," as opposed to the finale finale. Little did we know that would turn out to be gospel.
Warning: Spoilers ahead.
In what really is the perfect entrance for Kenny Powers, Danny McBride entered the set of Jimmy Kimmel Live on a horse (being led by a page-boy and wearing his garb from Your Highness.)
Danny McBride shared tales of living in Northern Ireland with the cast during the filming of Your Highness. They lived above a rowdy club, but figured out a way to deal with the noise—throwing eggs at club-goers!
Oh look. Another Judd Apatow-related semi-sweet comedy. This one's called Role Models, and it features Apatow fixtures old (Paul Rudd) and new (Christopher "McLovin'" Mintz-Plasse). These people are the busiest dudes in the business. We know that comedic actors tend to travel in packs-like the old SNL posse (Murray, Martin, Akroyd) and the Ben Stiller/Vince Vaughn/Will Ferrell group-but these gents seem especially tight-knit and disarmingly productive. We're not sure where they get the time, but studios seem eager to throw millions at a bunch of comedies that can be filmed fast and cheap and Apatow and co. seem happy to dance for the nickels. Paul Rudd must never see his kid. Our Photoshop whiz Steve Dressler has put together the chart above, giving you an idea of the guys' large workload.
A little-known Hollywood antitrust ruling from the early 1900s—passed to prevent Fatty Arbuckle from an abuse of monopoly power—proclaims that every 15 months, a Next Big Funny Thing must be announced. That coronation is immediately followed by the casting of the new cat's whiskers in every humorous screenplay in existence, where he'll be called upon to play a variety of subtly tweaked takes on the same buffoonish character. Previous beneficiaries of the Doughy-White-Comedian Competition Law include Adam Sandler, Mike Myers, and Will Ferrell, and now, the star of Sundance breakout hit The Foot Fist Way, of whom an LAT headline demands to know, "Is Danny McBride the next comedy superstar?"
Because we here at Defamer are always willing to do our part to dispel myths, hoaxes, and pretty obviously arranged comedy bits on late night TV, we now reach deep into the "Yo Defamer — WTF???" submission box hanging outside HQ, and fish out an index card dropped by one of our confounded readers: