Juno and Jennifer’s Body writer Diablo Cody met up with Hugh Hefner yesterday to discuss the long-talked about Brian Grazer-produced biopic about the Playboy founder yesterday, according to Hefner’s Twitter. Although meetings are held all day long in Hollywood that more often than not result in nothing, it’s notable that the Cody is considering taking on such a film. The departure from her indie-comedy/horror starts (which are departures from each other in the first place) further goes to show that there’s really no telling where Cody’s career will go. The writer herself announced this week that she’s penning a movie based on the Sweet Valley High book series and said in an interview with Rolling Stone movie critic Peter Travers that even she would be confused by her career trajectory if she was not Diablo Cody herself.

So what would you think about a Hugh Hefner biopic written by Diablo Cody? Do you think that she has the star-power to elevate this kind of flick past the TV-movie-of-the-week status that one would imagine such a movie to have, or would you prefer that she make like an ankle toy and Skip It? (Yeah, that was my half-assed attempt at a Juno-ism. Give me a break, Nell Carter. It’s 2k9.)

I’m VERY VERY jealous right now, because my good pal Laremy Legel over at our sister site Film.com is currently at the screening of Jennifer’s Body, and he failed to invite me. (His weak response after my freak-out today: “I didn’t invite you? I thought I did.” NO LAREMY YOU DID NOT.)

I am soooo excited for the Diablo Cody-penned flick that stars Megan Fox as a high-school cheerleader who kills boys and Amanda Seyfried (the eldest daughter on Big Love) as her BFF. And today Laremy sent me a link to the “red band” trailer, which I guess in filmophile speak is the trailer that is NOT suitable for all audiences. It’s even better than the previous trailers I’ve seen for this flick. It’s not embeddable, but you can watch it here. The screen-grab of a naked Megan Fox is above. Don’t say I never do anything nice for you guys.

Here’s a first look at the new Showtime comedy, The United States of Tara, written by much-hyped Juno scribe Diablo Cody. It stars Toni Colette as a married mother with dissociative personality disorder.

From /Film:

I might have read the script. And if I did, I’d tell you how it’s peppered with Cody’s pop-culture obsessed snap-filled dialog, minus the intense slang of Juno. And it’s not light either. In the opening it is revealed that Tara has just found morning after pills in her 16-year-old daughter’s Kate’s bag. It’s later revealed that (potential spoiler warning) one of Tara’s alter egos, a burnout teenage stoner named T, was the one who supplied her with said pills. If Collette can actually pull off each of the personalities, and actually make it believable, this could be Showtime’s next Dexter.

Does it look good?

Will you guys be tuning in?

I may have won 19 awards that you don’t feel I earned, but it’s neither original nor relevant to slag on Juno. Really. And you’re not some bold, singular voice of dissent, You are exactly like everyone else in your zeitgeisty-demo-lifestyle pod. You are even like me. (I, too, loved Arrested Development! Aren’t we a pretty pair of cultural mavericks? Hey, let’s go bitch about how Black Kids are overrated!)

I’m sorry that while you were shooting your failed opus at Tisch, I was jamming toxic silicon toys up my ass for money. I get why you’re bitter. I took exactly one film class in college and– with the curious exception of the Douglas Sirk unit—it bored the shit out of me.

I’m sorry to all those violent, semi-literate fanboys who hate me for befriending their heroes. I can’t help it if your favorite writer, actor, director, or talk show host likes me. Maybe you would too, if we actually met.

I know my name is fake and that it annoys you. What, do you hate Queen Latifah and Rip Torn, too? Writers and entertainers have been using pseudonyms for years. Chances are, you’re spewing bile under an assumed screen name yourself. I’m sorry if you think I’m like some inked-up quasi-Suicide Girl derby cunt from 2002, but I like my fake name. It’s engraved on an Oscar. Yours isn’t.

Diablo Cody — who just earned a ton of my respect — on her MySpace blog, responding to the haters.