The fabulous Friday trash wrap: Pride and Predator & the Anatomy Awards

The week’s low-brow highlights:

RIP Loki. Aww, Mickey Rourke’s little canine pal, Loki, has passed away. Hopefully he’s gone to a better place — one where he’s actually allowed to walk around instead of being stuck under Rourke’s sweaty armpit all day.

And the award goes to… Forget the Oscars — MrSkin.com has announced winners of the 2009 Annual Anatomy Awards for “skintastic achievements in motion picture and television sex and nudity.” Recipients include Weeds‘ Mary-Louise Parker for Best Bath Scene, House’s Lisa Edelstein for Best Bra-and-Panties Scene, and Kate Winslet won a Lifetime Skinchievement Award.

Bad celebrity tatts. Pop Crunch looks at the douchiest celebrity ink. There’s a whole lot of ugly going on there.

Pride and Predator. Elton John’s partner, David Furnish, is making a film that mixes Jane Austen with Aliens: Pride and Predator. Says Furnish:

It felt like a fresh and funny way to blow apart the done-to-death Jane Austen genre by literally dropping this alien into the middle of a costume drama, where he stalks and slashes to horrific effect.

Yes! Just give them the Academy Award now.

Zing! Anecdote from a member of The Colbert Report audience:

Female audience member: Mr. Colbert, have you been fucking Matt Damon?
Stephen Colbert: Why? Did his dick taste like me?

Please don’t explain. Cate Blanchett may star as Pauline Hanson in a film about the racist ranga — at least according to this Oz article, although the claim looks a bit tenuous to me:

The producers have talked to Blanchett. “She’s very busy,” Kearney admits. “It really depends if we deliver a script she likes.”

You could pretty much say that about any actor. I won’t be holding my breath.

GOOP watch. Boring GOOP this week — Gwyneth’s doctor prattles on about circadian rhythms and yoga or some such. He does at least appear to be a qualified MD, but I’m a bit dubious on anyone trademarking a syndrome. Anyway, it seems to largely boil down to: you feel like crap because you don’t eat well, don’t get a decent night’s sleep, and don’t spend enough time relaxing, which: duh.