Quentin Tarantino is looking for a few good Inglorious Bastards. That's the title of the Pulp Fiction writer-director's next movie, a riff on The Dirty Dozen about a motley batch of escaped soldiers-turned-convicts behind enemy lines during the Second World War.

Tarantino's been babbling about this project for a decade, but it seems he's cracked the script and is aiming to shoot it in the fall so it can premiere at next year's Cannes Film Festival. Although Brad Pitt is already being rumoured by deadlinehollywooddaily.com as a potential star, that still leaves 11 or so plumb roles for the toughest, gristliest actors Hollywood can cough up. Are the following 11 somewhere on the Oscar winner's wish list? We hope so:

Sylvester Stallone: The man ingests human growth hormone like other people drink Tang. Bonus: He's riding high on a mini-comeback thanks to Rocky Balboa and this year's splatter-ific Rambo.

Arnold Schwarzenegger: Arnold, you have problems -- after five years as governor you still can't wrap your tongue around "California" - so why not flee this unpronounceable land and go make a movie? Maybe they'll even give you a Democrat or two for target practice.

Gary Busey: Just tell him Jennifer Garner will be at the premiere -- he'll do anything you want.

Ernest Borgnine: Most importantly, he's still alive. But he's also a veteran of machismo masterworks The Dirty Dozen and The Wild Bunch. Bonus: Could spark interest in an Airwolf movie.

Dennis Hopper: Because you can't have a raggedy crew of cons without at least one deranged lunatic. And Star Jones is unavailable.

Jean Claude Van Damme: The world needs a comeback from the Muscles from Brussels like Amy Winehouse needs a pint, but we have to consider anyone who declares he's "one of the most sensitive human beings on earth." If so, why could he never feel our pain as filmgoers?

Steven Segal: He should be hired if only to make him wear something other than floral print shirts and silk kimonos.

Mickey Rourke: He's so hardened he could break your legs -- with his face.

R. Lee Emery: To quote him in Full Metal Jacket: "Were you born a fat, slimy, scumbag puke piece a'

s--- Private Pyle, or did you have to work on it?" If he was any more frightening, he'd be on Living Lohan.

Michael Madsen: Cover your ears: A reunion between Mr. Blond and Tarantino is always a possibility.

John Travolta: After Hairspray, it would be wise for him to play a character who doesn't have a vagina.

YOUR MOVE, CREEP: Add RoboCop to the scrap heap of 1980s franchises Hollywood is remaking. The satirical science-fiction thriller made Paul Verhoeven's Hollywood career, but after such flops as Showgirls, MGM, which owns the rights, is reportedly looking at younger, hipper directors to helm the redo. One contender: Darren Aronofsky (The Fountain, Requiem for a Dream).

ARE THE RUSSIANS COMING AGAIN? Before MGM gives us its new RoboCop though, the studio first is dusting off Red Dawn, says the Hollywood Reporter. You may remember the 1984 original in which the Soviets invade and occupy the U.S. and a group of high schoolers become surprisingly effective guerilla fighters. There's no word on how the remake is being updated in the post-Cold War world, although some have suggested it should be set in Iraq with the U.S. as the aggressors. We're guessing that's unlikely.