The Week in Weird

Since we've always considered her to be a legitimate a contender for the "new Dylan" title as, say, Conor Oberst, we weren't surprised to hear that Jennifer Lopez wanted to foster a working relationship with filmmaker D.A. Pennebaker. In an effort to bring even more heft to her highly conceptual Rebirth album, Jenny from the Block retained Pennebaker to lens a documentary about the disc's making -- apparently unaware that the film would actually show . . . well . . . how it was made. In short, Lopez objected to the way her singing was showcased and didn't appreciate being depicted as a diva -- and to combat the latter, she threw a tantrum that ensured the epic would never be unspooled in its entirety. If only she would've had the same instincts about Monster-In-Law . . .

You'd think that Justin Timberlake would be satisfied with scoring Number One hits as a solo artist -- not to mention scoring with Cameron Diaz -- but now it looks like he's horning in on the territory we thought he ceded to 'N Sync mate Joey Fatone. The honorary Black Eyed Pea has reportedly broken into the bar mitzvah circuit, accepting a million dollars to help speed the trip toward manhood for a talent agent's son was set to take the plunge this past weekend. Since he's been temporarily rendered speechless by throat surgery, Justin didn't even have to test his pipes, merely lip sync to recorded versions of some past hits (and, most likely, a zesty cover of "Hava Negila"). Ashlee Simpson's rep, we presume, is scouring the want ads for a new gig as we speak . . .

Having apparently had their fill of auteur directors and performers with, you know, talent, the organizers of the Cannes Film Festival tried to expand the scope of their jury this year by inviting Swept Away star Madonna to sit in judgment of the world's finest films. The Material Mom didn't, however, think the offer was worth changing her schedule for, and replied that she'd be unable to attend because of a pressing Kabbalah meeting -- which strikes us as the post-millennial version of needing to wash her hair. To their credit, the folks behind the fest were able to rope in Salma Hayek, who not only matches Madge's prodigious acting skill, but maintains that all-important eyebrow continuity . . .

While some folks like to visit old battlegrounds or uncover charming homes where George Washington once slept, we prefer a different sort of historical site -- you know, the sort of spot where a junkie or an alcoholic might've shuffled off this mortal coil. As such, we're thrilled to hear that the folks in bucolic Oak Hill, West Virginia, have decided to cash in on -- er, we mean "pay tribute to" -- the legacy of Hank Williams. The plan is to turn the town's now disused filling station where the country legend was found dead in the back of his Cadillac into a museum. We can only hope they'll be adding a drive-thru pharmacy to the premises . . .