The Motion Picture Association of America, as everyone knows, has a very strict policy about cursing in film. But how clear is the policy? Not very. According to this Express Night Out article, the MPAA allows one "fuck" in PG-13 movies; one more, and it slaps an "R" rating on that foul-mouthed excuse for a film. But Wikipedia, that bastion of factual integrity, claims that it's "a common misconception that if a movie uses fuck in a nonsexual context more than once, it will automatically receive an R rating. In reality, PG-13 movies are routinely allowed two or three uses." How generous! Whatever the policy, Express, which finds it clever to allude to "fuck" by writing "rhymes with 'duck'" and "playing the Name Game with Chuck," would like you to know that "The Word, for good or for ill, can be a powerful one — powerfully offensive to some, powerfully funny to others. Tossing it into a movie because the MPAA says it's permissible to do so doesn't make it a good idea." Thanks for the advice, but I'm going to support its flagrant use, and while I'm at it, I'll give props to theater chain AMC for saying "fuck you" to the MPAA by screening the NC-17 cut of Hatchet II.

In other earth-shattering news, the potential extension of the NFL season in the 2012-2013 season might force the Oscars to choose another date for its nationally televised self-congratulation. A feature film about a fictional indie rock band in the '80s is in development; I hope it's more Hüsker Dü than R.E.M., but my wishes are frequently ignored by Hollywood. Satoshi Kon, director of such animated films as Tokyo Godfathers, has died. The Hurt Locker's Jeremy Renner will steal scenes from Tom Cruise in the next Mission: Impossible. Sam Mendes and Kevin Spacey are back together, cinematically speaking. In feature-writing land, meanwhile, Express speaks with Animal Kingdom director David Michod, whose excellent film I'll review later today. And the Baltimore Sun digs deep into the history of Louis, the silent film about a young Louis Armstrong that screens Saturday at the Strathmore, accompanied by Wynton Marsalis and a ten-piece jazz ensemble.

Wait! One more thing. Cinematical has a story whose headline clicks itself: "Jennifer Aniston Goes Topless, Smokes Pot and Has Orgies in New Apatow Film." And now, for today's clip (no drum roll necessary): a trailer for Harry Shearer's Katrina documentary. I know what you're thinking: Another one?! But at least The Big Uneasy seems somewhat jaunty. I don't like too much sober finger-wagging in docs about how the government snoozed while its citizens drowned, you know what I mean? I much prefer a big FUCK YOU to the authorities instead.

UPDATE [five minutes since writing the last sentence]: Apparently, Shearer doesn't hate Michael Brown enough not to appear on his radio show — in New Orleans, of all places.