Philip Roth Joins Scott Rudin’s Collection

Rudin Indignant: Philip Roth, fresh off his Friars Club roast, has sold his upcoming Indignation to Scott Rudin’s never-ending buffet of literary acquisitions. Rudin says he’s been “a maniacal fan� of Roth for years but “waited for the one [he] thought could really be a great movie.� You hear that, Goodbye, Columbus, The Human Stain, Portnoy’s Complaint, and The Dying Animal? [Variety]

Drinkin’ to the Max: Tucker Max, the womanizing womanizer behind TuckerMax.com’s collection of autobiographical frat-boy tomfoolery, will adapt his best-selling I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell into a big-screen comedy. His heroic rise to fame began in 2002, when his Website garnered millions of visitors, and now it seems Max can rightly come to Hollywood and claim his throne as King of the Douche Bags. [HR]

MTC Getting Romantic: This fall, Manhattan Theatre Club will premiere Romantic Poetry, a new musical by Doubt’s John Patrick Shanley and Dreamgirls’ Henry Krieger. Show follows crisscrossing madcap adventures throughout the city and suburbs, wherein romance and singing will surely ensue. Even if these guys phone it in, this show is shaping up to be a ravenous theatrical maw that feeds only on Tonys and Pulitzers. MTC also announces new plays by Lynn Nottage and Richard Greenberg. [Playbill]

Tisdale Finally Graduates: HSM star Ashley Tisdale has set up a first-look deal with American Idol producers FremantleMedia. She’s also in talks with United Artists to headline a new Teen Witch movie, a remake that we kind of think is a great idea. Whatever — enjoy success while it lasts, Sharpay. After all, Disney Channel always gets actors twice: first on their way up and then again on their way down. Case in point: Billy Ray Cyrus. (Could Jar Jar LaBeouf be next?) [Variety]

Scott Feeling Kind: Ridley Scott will produce and direct The Kind One for Warner Bros. Based on Tom Epperson’s gangster novel, story follows an amnesiac killer (Casey Affleck) who works for the mob in the thirties. The L.A. Times called the book both “a circus of clichés� and a novel of “the highest caliber in its genre,� apparently effecting some amnesia of their own within the span of four paragraphs. We’re just excited to see Affleck kill some dudes. [Variety]