Entourage viewers (you poor saps) are probably already sick of Pablo Escobar, having seen the faux-biopic Medellin make its journey from passion project to Cannes trainwreck this past season. Proving once again that these days the Hollywood idea factory is a lot like that scene in Me You And Everyone We Know about "pooping into each other's butthole forever," two different Pablo Escobar biopics are on their way to the actual big screen, not just the one that resides in Vinny Chase's neck of the fakey woods. Joe Carnahan's Killing Pablo has been in the works for some time, based on the Mark Bowden book about the hunt for the infamous cocaine kingpin, but today Oliver Stone announced his intentions to beat that project to the theaters with his own production Escobar, with Antoine Fuqua directing. Will "The Year Of Escobar" have the same results as 2005's dueling Truman Capote biopics? Or will the public's fickle stomachs—already roiled by the sight of faux-star Vinnie Chase in Tony Clifton gear—reject them both like one too many strawberry-flavored bumps? Only time will tell.
Speaking of cocaine, here's my favorite headline of the day: "Lindsay Lohan says rehab was 'sobering.'" (In other news, Lohan found school to be "edumacating.")