The Muppets, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, I Love You, Man -- Jason Segel is kind of the standard bearer for mopey, paunchy dudes who are bad at growing up, isn't he? The first trailer for Jeff, Who Lives at Home definitely reinforces that: Segel plays Jeff, who lives at home with his mom (Susan Sarandon!) and is having a hard time figuring his life out. After a chance run-in reunites him with his brother (played by Ed Helms), they start hanging out again while trying to deal with their life issues in tandem.  (Sample dialogue: "Why do you want to live like this, drifting through this life with no awareness!?") Arrested Development alum Judy Greer shows up as Helms' maybe-cheating wife and, you know, hijnks and emotional maturation ensue.

Last night, Susan Sarandon appeared at the Bay Street Theater in Sag Harbor for an interview with Bob Balaban. When discussing Dead Man Walking, Sarandon said she sent a copy of the book it was based on to the Pope, then added, "The last one, not this Nazi one we have now." Newsday reports that Balaban “gently tut-tutted” the comment, but Sarandon said it again. In the wardrobe of controversial things celebrities say, calling the Pope a Nazi is the sequined tube top: rarely worn but sure to invite more attention then desired.

"Everything vanishes"

Art Flies are usually wannabes, socialites manqué who circle museum shows and gallery parties, networking in garish garb with the hope of getting noticed by Patrick McMullan. At Basel, however, the term means something entirely different, referring instead to art connoisseurs who make their presence known without seeming at all desperate or deplorable. Herewith, a list of the 10 most-seen personalities on the Miami scene, from an Oscar winner to the members of a fictional family.

The Magnus Effect: according to Wikipedia, "In many ball sports, [it's] responsible for the curved motion of a spinning ball." Eschewing for now the obvious lines one could draw between "the curved motion of a spinning ball" and ping pong social club SPiN co-owners -- and reputed lovers -- Susan Sarandon and Jonathan Bricklin, it's also the tentative title of a new reality show being produced by BBC America.

I Love You Phillip Morris - “This really happened. It really did.” So read the subtitles at the beginning of I Love You Phillip Morris, informing the audience that the mind-boggling exploits of protagonist Steven Russell (Jim Carrey)—con man, embezzler, impersonator and frequent jail-breaker—are all true. But 15 minutes into the film, when the camera cuts away from Russell, a seemingly cheerful family man, dedicated Christian and potluck-frequenting police officer, to Russell euphorically sodomizing another man while chortling in voice-over, “I’m gay, gay, gay!” those subtitles take on new meaning. Forget the neutered "Will & Grace". Forget the tortured Brokeback Mountain. This is a movie starring Hollywood heavies Carrey and Ewan McGregor (playing the love of Russell’s life, Phillip Morris) as unapologetic, unconflicted homosexuals who like to screw. This really happened. It really did. If neither Carrey nor the film is plausible in the more earnest moments, well, it’s the movie’s sexual politics, not its weaknesses, that will have everyone talking.—Willa Paskin

● In your totally unsubstantiated rumor of the day: Was Meg Ryan the reason Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins split? [Perez] ● If you should be unfortunate enough to find yourself in the hospital, at least now your ass won’t be hanging out of your gown. [BBC] ● Proving New York City has really become as lily-livered as all the “back in the day you could get mugged in Union Square if the rats didn’t get you first” olds say, public school gets canceled 24-hours in advance of possible blizzard. [Daily Intel] ● A Make-Out Mix for Valentine’s Day. Somehow it doesn’t include “Let’s Get It On,” but then it would've had be called the Having Sex on Valentine’s Day mix. [NPR]

For many actors, the decision to go nude for a role is a tough one to make. They grapple with the idea that millions of strangers will see their butt cleavage, that Great Aunt Barb might have a heart attack when she's sees a nip slip, and what will Mom think? Nothing but a flashback to her own youthful nude scenes, if your mother happens to be Susan Sarandon. Sarandon's daughter Eva Amurri will star in nine episodes of Californication, in which she plays a creative writing stripper -- a student of professor Hank Moody by day, pole dancer by night. I know a gaggle of girls who would rather streak down Park Avenue then dance and crawl around in the nude in front of their mother, but that's how Eva's clan does it. Sarandon herself has experience with nudity, playing a seductress in 1978's Pretty Baby, as a lesbian lover to Catherine Deneuve in 1983's The Hunger, and she has a nude sex scene with James Spader in 1990's White Palace. Amurri's role has the majority ruling 'like mother, like daughter,' and though the pictures prove the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, it's their fun and empowering position on nudity that makes the mother/daughter naked team more interesting.

Finishing school headmistresses be damned! The Obama girls have won the heart of someone mightier than the lot of you combined. That's right: They're currently the red delicious of noted FOX News rival Susan Sarandon's bionic eye. Sarandon says, "They were just lovely, and really smart." And on their handling of instantaneous fame, she adds, "I don't think that they seemed particularly fazed [by the attention]. I think that they are going to handle fame fine. It's not like they have been thrust into the public life overnight. This is certainly bigger, but they seem very grounded."

It's hilarious when celebrities adopt some new sport-activity trend. It's truly a curious affliction. Patrick Dempsey races cars, and Jack Gyllenhall races bikes. It's no longer enough to own a Malibu spread teetering on the Pacific plus a fine armada of automobiles outside, not to mention a searingly hot significant other, and then a successful career (respectable or not). It seems they have this Bud Fox moment looking out over the skyline of their life -- "Who am I?" Well, most recently that internal voice answers, "I'm a Ping-Pong player."