FRED Entertainment

Director:Brett Ratner
Cast: Hugh Jackman, Patrick Stewart, Shawn Ashmore, Daniel Cudmore, Alan Cumming, Famke Janssen, James Marsden, Ian McKellen, Anna Paquin, Rebecca Romijn-Stamos
Release: May 26, 2006
Synopsis: When a cure is found to treat mutations, lines are drawn amongst the X-Men, led by Professor Charles Xavier (Stewart), and the Brotherhood, a band of powerful mutants organized under Xavier’s former ally, Magneto (McKellen).

Prognosis: I can’t lie, this is just one funny trailer. Let’s see why this movie, and you can quote me on this, will not achieve the same kind of fiscal success and adoration that the first two films achieved.

One reason why this movie will not engender the same kind of proud geek ownership of mutants done right is all in Kelsey Grammer’s make-up job. He looks like a cross between a Blue Man Group stage production of Beauty and the Beast and, well, a Smurf version of the Thriller video.

Now, I’ll be nice with the music that opens things up. It’s really good, minimalist background noise that offers a different approach to the Taiko drumming which usually accompanies so many action flick trailers. It’s sparse but it’s quite effective in driving the mood of the action on the screen.

Further, even though, by its nature, this is a teaser trailer we linger for a while too long on the opening image of an X-Door. I don’t know why the pause so excruciatingly long to me but when you watch and re-watch this trailer you see that there isn’t a reason for it.

We then see our principal players walking with their superhero swagger on the screen. Now, I don’t know if anyone else will find this amusing but the shot of the full team walking in the underground lair of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters almost looks like the result of a game called, “Whose Agent Is Strongest?” You’ve got Halle Berry, an almost perfunctory character in both previous films that really should’ve been killed off, taking point. I don’t know why this is the case as she’s useless to the plot. You’ve got Hugh Jackman following up but, with better reason, should’ve been the main focus as I don’t see STORM: THE LIGHTNING STRIKES being made into a film anytime soon whereas Hugh’s got a nice payday coming because he knows how to shake it on the screen. And then you’ve got Anna Paquin and the rest of the funky bunch strolling behind them as if it’s a portent of who’s going to get playing time in this movie versus everyone else.

Speaking of playing time, I think that the next scene of people fighting in what looks like the borrowed, apocalyptic remnants from the set of TERMINATOR 1 and 2 is actually of the danger room. I could be wrong but Hugh’s noticeable indifference to it all could be that it is all fake or that he’s lost all hope that he has to shuck and jive alongside a furry travesty that looks like it was constructed with blue spray paint and pubes or that Halle whined so damned much about wanting more screen time.

Next we get our glimpse of Angel. I liked Six Feet Under. I liked the ending of that show so much that it may have very well been the greatest ending to a program in recent memory but Ben Foster was downright creepy as all hell. I know actors are paid to play parts but he freaked me out with his whole confused sexuality/stalker/suicidal persona that I just imagine Angel is going to have some intimacy issues or that he’s going to be caught giving a good rogering to the entire aviary population of the San Francisco Zoo.

Magneto’s presence is pretty nice while the car flipping trick he does with his powers is, well, unoriginal; I just wished there was something a little more “flashy” he could do. Now, and this is fucking hilarious, go to the part right after this when Magneto is addressing some of his tribe in the middle of the forest. Pause it. Okay, okay, off to the right yeah there’s Jean Grey. She’s alive, that’s great, whatever, but on the other side, way over to the left, you’ve got Vinnie Jones as Juggernaut. He’s standing there with his super duper helmet next to his side but he also seems to have super abs. I mean, holy hell, one ab stretches the length of his torso. Where the hell did the effects guys go for training, the Rob Liefeld School of Anatomy? I’m still laughing over that. I mean, it looks exactly like what it is: a rubber suit.

Whoa, now if you slow down again, you can see the first appearance of The Beast. Again, the laughs just don’t stop. I can understand why Singer didn’t include him in X2: because it looks ridiculous. It’s just shameful yet surprisingly funny.

I don’t know why the slo-mo of Cyclops’ glasses coming off is really needed, I did like the shot of him just losing it whilst standing on the edge where his hoochie decided to get all hari-kari on us but that’s quickly supplanted with the now alive, evil Jean Grey who will no doubt be shifting her loyalties as some kind of incarnation of the Phoenix.

We get more shots of The Beast, goddamn what it must have been like for Kelsey to have this make-up applied and questioning, on some level, what a fool you look like and then you get more snippets of Wolverine going his raised eyebrow thing as he lights stogie after stogie. Magneto applies the same damn paralyzing hold on Jackman as the originality surges through the screen and I am left wondering if all the action of this movie is going to take place in either the danger room, the forest and the school’s grounds. That’s all I am really seeing here.

I just don’t know what this movie will do when it comes out. I can’t see anything here that makes me think this will be anything less than a mild letdown of what we’ve all come to expect. I want to be wrong, I do, but what here gave me hope that I am? Nothing. Not a thing.

Director: Spike Lee
Cast: Denzel Washington, Clive Owen, Jodie Foster, Willem Dafoe, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Christopher Plummer, Peter Gerety, Peter Frechette, Jason Manuel Olazabal, Darryl ‘Chill” Mitchell, Ashlie Atkinson
Release: March 24, 2006
Synopsis: The Inside Man takes places during a hostage situation in which a tough cop matches wits a clever bank robber, who sets to pull the the perfect heist. Washington stars as New York police detective Keith Miller, a tough, street-smart cop fighting for a promotion while trying to live down accusations of misconduct connected to his last case. When he and his partner are dispatched to the scene of an in-progress bank robbery and hostage crisis, Miller must face off against a well-educated criminal (Owen) masterminding a concisely plotted operation. As negotiations grow more strained, a powerful lawyer with mysterious ties (Foster) becomes involved in the crisis… and Miller slowly begins to realize that in this ultimate game of cat and mouse, rules are arbitrary, all roles are up for grabs and the black-and-white of right an wrong has blurred to a shadowy landscape of gray. Dafoe will be playing the role of a police captain while Ejiofor plays a detective in the film.

You wouldn’t know there is anything wrong with this film’s premise by the opening sequence of this trailer. Clive Owen’s upper torso and vacant eyes stare into the camera. He comes off really cold, calculated and I take it he’s not the huggable type in this film either. He’s found a great niche for himself playing these kinds of roles and I won’t begrudge him his crazy ability to make you sit and pay attention to whatever he has to say; if that mo-fo was trying to sell me on a box on sanitary napkins I might just buy “˜em because of how compelling he comes across.

The set-up is that Clive chooses his words very carefully and never repeats himself. Alright, it’s a bit dramatic but I’ll roll with it.

Clive lets us know that he’s planned the perfect bank robbery. Aren’t they all?

Well, after the initial “Everybody down!” exhortation we get Denzel as the crack negotiator who’s going to spearhead all the splendiferous action we’re about to get on the screen. Let me be the first to say he’s impeccably dressed for a man of his job description. So neat and tidy, fedora on his head, Denzel really knows how to dress for success.

Now, Clive really is planning the perfect bank robbery because he knows how to get chicks to undress, notice how they all seem to be incredibly good-looking ladies in their bras and underwear without an overweight dude anywhere to be found, I guess those people bank at Wells Fargo, plus he’s demanding a jumbo jet at a local New York airport. What is this, DIE HARD 2? Everyone knows that whenever you demand air transport in a movie you’re going to end up either shot or strewed about in fragmented airplane parts when the good guy manages to blow the plane up.

We jump from that preposterous moment to Jodie “Pinball Fun and Excitement” Foster playing the hard ass in a move that isn’t quite clear. The word “interests” is bandied about a few times so I am left to assume that there is going to be a pissing match between Denzel and her. I think it would be nice to watch if it all didn’t feel so, well, tired and done before.

What’s more is that the lame action is cranked up to a 3 when Denzel comes off like the cool dude running everything while having a cool hand Luke answer to every smarmy comment made to him. It tries to be edgy and you’re supposed to be identifying with Denzel but you can’t. No one can. It’s a stock action hero character that’s being amped up here and it’s nigh impossible to feel anything but tediousness as this trailer comes to its rip-roaring conclusion.

Oh, and this movie is being directed by Spike Lee so take it for what it’s worth; around these parts, though, I wouldn’t buy it.

Director:John Lasseter
Cast: Paul Newman, Owen Wilson, Bonnie Hunt, “Larry the Cable Guy”, Cheech Marin, George Carlin, Richard Petty, Michael Keaton, Tony Shalhoub, John Ratzenberger
Release: June 9, 2006
Synopsis: Lightning McQueen (voiced by Wilson), a hotshot rookie race car driven to succeed, discovers that life is about the journey, not the finish line, when he finds himself unexpectedly detoured in the sleepy Route 66 town of Radiator Springs. On route across the country to the big Piston Cup Championship in California to compete against two seasoned pros, McQueen gets to know the town’s offbeat characters ““including Sally (a snazzy 2002 Porsche voiced by Hunt), Doc Hudson (a 1951 Hudson Hornet with a mysterious past, voiced by Newman), and Mater (a rusty but trusty tow truck voiced by Larry the Cable Guy) ““ who help him realize that there are more important things than trophies, fame and sponsorship. The all-star vocal cast also includes free-wheeling performances by racing legend Richard Petty and. Fueled with plenty of humor, action, heartfelt drama, and amazing new technical feats, CARS is a high octane delight for moviegoers of all ages.

One of the first rules everyone in the filmic universe should know, as if there was a encyclopedic reference book on such things, is that when you make a kids film studios don’t really mind a) making them on the cheap because the profit margin is so good and 2) how reasonably terrible they are because there is almost a guaranteed audience waiting to shove their Booger Eaters into them. It’s the latter notation that worried me when I saw the teaser for CARS. I figured that this was a case of a simplistic cash-in and that not much thought was put into it.

Obviously, I’m wrong as it takes a very long time to develop these and make them but the teaser didn’t tease and it didn’t have the kind of panache that the trailers for THE INCREDIBLES was able to capture. Those, those INCREDIBLES trailers, were wonderfully funny, glib and poked all sorts of fun at convention.

This trailer finally gets into the spirit of what a Pixar trailer needs to be. They’ve set the bar high for themselves and what we get when we watch this is that self-same social reference that adults can get while their kids enjoy the flashy flashy.

The premise of this trailer posits that we all know and have watched those car commercials where, usually the Lexus voiceover guy does it best, champions their vehicles over the competition; the opening shots of this commercial have the hyper activity that’s necessary, vital, to get people’s attention.

A revving engine, a mass techno friendly beat in the background, slick angles of a car slowly wheeling out into the light manage to wipe the crap on the windshield that was the teaser trailer out of my memory. And I really enjoy the voiceover here because it’s perfectly utilized.

I appreciate the odd angles of the car speeding past other, more inferior vehicles on the roadway and the script that comes up on the bottom of the screen that says “CLOSED COURSE. DO NOT ATTEMPT” as it’s toying with convention and that’s what Pixar has done so well.

“”¦Our cars speak for themselves”¦”

When the screen goes black after a car does a drift in the dirt, the pacing is spot-on when it goes quiet for a moment only to open up on a VW bus and a Jeep staring at a blinking yellow light. Now while kiddies won’t get the connotation that only dirty, grungy, pot smoking hippies drive VW busses and that its comments about the blinking yellow light is not only a great funny we are quickly escorted to the moments kids will take a shine to.

With cars racing every which way, the vehicles themselves clearly lifted from a Merry Melodies short decades ago around the fifties, thus, excusing the fact that the design isn’t all that original, I can’t help but applaud this version of the trailer.

“I’d give my left two lug nuts to see something like that”¦”

Yeah, I’d say the writing is still as strong as it ever was.

Director: Kevin Harrison, Kemp Curley
Cast: Shawn Farmer, Nick Perata, Terje Haakonsen, Shaun White, Hannah Teter
Release: December 2, 2005 (Limited)
Synopsis: The docu-drama First Descent chronicles the rebellious, inspiring and sometimes controversial rise of snowboarding–as seen through the eyes of the snowboarders setting the standards and breaking the boundaries of this worldwide phenomenon.

Prognosis: Gnarly Ass. Truth: I grew up with snow.

Every year there was another chance to go down hills and slopes. My peers talked about going up to ski resorts and doing what teenagers would love to do when given the opportunity to ski or snowboard. And, every year, I always found new ways to prevent myself from getting caught up in the idea of whipping down a run with no other way to stop than by coordinating one’s body to do it. I saw BETTER OFF DEAD. I knew what could happen.

I chose to sled; you can’t beat the sensation of tobogganing down a big hill and wiping out, getting ejected from one’s vehicle. I think this is why I like this trailer.

There’s something about learning about what was, really, a sport thought to be a non-sport by those too good to acknowledge the physicality it takes to command a single plank piece that’s affixed to both feet. I remember hearing how snowboarders were notorious for ripping up ski runs but how much of that was myth and how much of that was the same disinformation that came out around 1983/1984 when skateboarding really took a foothold in our nation’s suburbs? I don’t know but I like that this will take a look at snowboarding in a way that’s meaningful.

I love it, I really do, that this trailer opens up with throaty voiceover guy busting out a quote that tells us that snowboarding was once labeled as “the worst sport ever invented.” It’s funny but it’s also telling.

Since this is being done in kind of the same way that ENDLESS SUMMER was done, the film cutting to the athletes doing their thing, you’re going to get a lot of awe compressed in this thing. You can also count on getting a good soundtrack embedded behind it all so it’s really going to come down to how it’s all pieced together.

The opening sequences of snowboarders gliding off cliffs and hanging in the ether as they glide to earth on their fixed wing aircraft is enough to make you go out and get HD and hope it ends in a horrific “agony of defeat” moment; and, deliciously, you get them here.

Another thing that makes me stand up and take notice is that we’re told this film is going to capture the experiences of not just a few people but, like a departure from Bruce Brown’s unmatchable classic, 4 generations of snowboarders. I like that. How else can one define where a sport really started, evolved and where it’s going than by listening to how those involved with snowboarding through its development?

And, as we whip right through the dudes and ladies who have shaped snowboarding’s image, we turn off the music and voices as we quick cut to a dude literally launching off a cliff, drifting into a crevasse with no parachute being deployed. Sweet.

In addition to this goodness, we’re told that this movie also features 5 of the best snowboarders in the world going down what is, ostensibly, the equivalent of the K-12 from DEAD. The sheer dangerousness and intimidation factor is one thing but when the camera pulls back and you see how incredibly tiny these people are in relation to the size of this slope you can almost feel your own nads run for cover.

What shoves said nads up to my throat, even, is near the end of this trailer and all five of our brave snowboarders, or crazy, you decide, is that you see one person just gliding along on their board as a localized avalanche erupts underneath their feet. You see the snow breaking apart, a large chunk of snow break apart, and it just ripples. Like a champ, like a pro, the “˜boarder just rides it the hell out of there without succumbing to the slide. Unreal.

For myself, whenever I go out with my little red disc, I take the advice of Charles De Mar’s, Curtis Armstrong, advice to heart: Go that way, really fast, if something gets in your way, turn.

Director: Richard Loncraine
Cast: Harrison Ford, Paul Bettany, Virginia Madsen, Mary Lynn Rajskub, Robert Patrick, Robert Forster, Alan Arkin
Release: February 10, 2006
Synopsis: A thief (Paul Bettany) kidnaps bank security expert Jack Stanfield’s (Harrison Ford) family, forcing Jack to find a flaw in his own security system and steal $100 million.

You’re welcome.

Not to give short shrift to meth heads, you’ll see a movie soon enough dealing with how mullet headed idiots are blowing themselves up along their doublewides soon enough, but this discussion is going to be about identity theft. Not that this isn’t a big issue but remember how when The Internets starting getting press attention in the early 90’s there was a movie about it starring Sandra Bullock and an odd sell-out Dennis Miller in THE NET? Well, this movie is going to be the same thing. And, if it isn’t, it sure feels like it.

When the trailer opens up and we see the computer-esque script scroll across the screen with the social security number, job position, name and other various minutiae about Harrison Ford with the rhetorical question “How secure is your identity?” I get a bit concerned.

How am I supposed to feel about a movie that, from the outset, seems like your average Law and Order, ripped from today’s headlines, kind of movie? It’s Harrison Ford, sure, but we’re not starting off on the right note.

When Harrison realizes someone compromised his personal information, making him eligible to do one of those funny funny commercials with those people for Citibank, he’s all sorts of worried. And he should be too as the screen goes black and asks one of those kinds of questions that news outlets in your hometown love to ask when they promo some story to get you to watch it: how safe is your family? If you listened to them, if you actually paid attention to these kind of “news” stories, you’d think you were targeted for death every day by average events that transpire every day in your life.

It doesn’t fly there and it’s crap that they use this same sensationalist baiting in this trailer. That said, the premise gets some legs when this isn’t about identity theft at all but actually departs from just theft of Harrison Ford and evolves into a plot to steal money from the bank Harrison works for.

It seems a bit disingenuous to lead in one direction and then go off in another but I actually get into it when we understand that Ford’s family is essentially being held hostage so that Paul Bettany can rob his bank. It’s DIE HARD, Hans Gruber-ish in a way, but the more this movie goes on the more it seems like this is a movie targeted by the older sect. It’s not a bad thing but I understand the marketing a little better.

One of the best things about assuming about thinking you know where it all leads is that you can be wrong from time to time.

Just when I think this is going to be a Paint-By-Numbers thievery kind of flick or that there’s nothing flashy or eye-popping about the events that transpire, no explosions or dudes throwing themselves off rooftops in a major escape attempt, the plot changes.

Ford goes against plan and starts to fight back against Bettany’s thugs and even though a software nerd like Harrison is supposed to be doesn’t quite cry out “hero in disguise” the premise that the pot is stirred in the other direction actually looks entertaining.

We got guns, explosions, people being tossed out windows, fast moving vehicles and everything else that goes along with having one guy be the one man army we all know from other kinds of movies in this genre.

The quick cuts are generous with their display of violent content and you get a pleasurable dollop of bombast with the heroic statements from both Ford and Bettany. True, this doesn’t quite cry out to 18-34 demographic but it does look like the kind of adults who would go out to see AFTER THE SUNSET and THE INTERPRETER will get their fix of movie magic.

Director: Sofia Coppola
Cast: Kirsten Dunst, Jason Schwartzman, Asia Argento, Rip Torn, Molly Shannon
Release: October 13, 2006
Synopsis: Dunst stars as the young Austrian who got married off to a Frenchman, lost her head over fancy clothes, and then really lost her head to the blade of the guillotine. Schwartzman co-stars as Louis XVI, her politically (and sexually) ineffectual husband.

With the exception of Glenn Close and John Malkovich, I just can’t help but feel that just because a story took place in France, England or whatever trendy European locale James Ivory wants to set against his latest snooze-fest that it makes for a better movie to keep everything as it was just for accuracy sake.

One of the most clever things I learned about texts that were written centuries ago from parts all over the globe, in my travails as an English major, was that the same story could have been re-edited for modern audiences countless times over. You’re not changing anything, really, when you have a good editor making a story better understood. What makes modern interpretation so much fun, then, is that when you have good people telling the story in a filmic setting you are able to engage the audience.

Pompous, arrogant and self-aware movies that want to retain everything original about a story’s point, then, run the risk of alienating audiences. Sure, corduroy wearing English teachers and old people who don’t know the joys of cable television and only watch PBS’ Masterpiece Theater will tout productions of every make and model as wonderful but what about the young’uns who would benefit from modern interpretations of stories.

If Sophia Coppola can do for Marie-Antoinette what Baz Luhrmann did for ROMEO AND JULIET I can see this movie being a good time out at the theater; her use of Age of Consent by New Order is a good start.

And one of the most daring things that’s done with regard to using a New Order song in this trailer is that this is all she uses.

There is no voiceover, no cards, no indication of what time or place this is.

The visuals are wonderfully rendered and even thought this is something that could be found in any aforementioned Masterpiece Theater production I feel a little more willing to be engaged with what’s happening on the screen.

At first I think I’m getting things all wrong. I restart this trailer three times before wondering if they honestly screwed something up with the mixing of it. And once I know that this was done on purpose I find myself turning my head a little bit like a dog hearing a whistle, trying to understand the purpose of doing this. That’s when I get it and enjoy this thing for what it is.

Even though I may see dudes galloping on horses, people pulling up to a castle in their pimp chariots of fire and seeing Kirsten strolling about in her fancy dress, her white coif accenting her bodice in a most flattering fashion, I get it. I know why it seems strange not to have celebrities busting out their faux accents in this trailer, their egos popping at the hinges at the opportunity to show the world how they can really act.

Even though the danger here is that people, potential audience members, could scratch their heads and wonder what this movie is all about, not knowing it’s about Marie Antoinette, and say forget it there is something interesting to just watching this trailer.

The music fits in seamlessly with this 18th century period piece and when Kirsten has her head against the glass of her stage coach you don’t have an overzealous voiceover twit talking my ear off, I’m not whisked away by the image of something else, I’m given a flash of something nice.

Sure, you’ve got dudes getting it on with swords and you’ve got boats firing cannons at one another, looking like some Las Vegas Treasure Island boat show, but, if you’re into it and I am, you get a lusty Kirsten Dunst wearing nothing but a powder blue garter, and a white hand fan covering her fun bags. I’m nothing if not observant.

What a nice trailer and what horror it is to learn that this movie isn’t coming out until October of next year. If I were in charge I would be asking for the head of Sofia Coppola for such a transgression. As it stands, though, this trailer will just have to do till that day arrives.

Director: Cory Edwards, Todd Edwards, Tony Leech
Cast:(Voices) James Belushi, Glen Close, Andy Dick, Anne Hathaway, David Ogden Stiers, Anthony Anderson, Xzibit, Chazz Palminteri, Sally Struthers, Patrick Warburton
Release: January 13, 2006
Synopsis: In the re-telling of this classic fable, the story begins at the end. Chief Grizzly (Xzibit) and Detective Bill Stork (Anthony Anderson) investigate a domestic disturbance at Granny’s (Glenn Close) cottage, involving a karate-kicking Red Riding Hood (Anne Hathaway), a sarcastic wolf (Patrick Warburton) and an oafish Woodsman (Jim Belushi). The charges are many: breaking and entering, intent to eat, wielding an axe without a license, but these unusual suspects have their story to tell first.

Prognosis: I’ll Read The Book. Has anyone seen that wholesome Anne Hathaway vehicle that showcases her, um, vehicles, HAVOC? Yeah, me neither, but I did hear about this movie around the same time when the hubbub about HAVOC was percolating to the surface.

There’s just something about that film’s controversy and this animated movie being the first from the Weinstein Company that raises some good questions about what HOODWINKED hopes to establish about the big dollar potential in their kid flicks. I know people remember what happened to Fox Animation after a couple of wretched movies destroyed that arm of their filmic portfolio. It’s not enough anymore to just make a kids movie and expect that if it’s done halfway well that the bucks are going to roll in.

You’ve got to come correct at the theater and it’s pretty much all Pixar’s, really Brad Bird, doing in the last decade or so that they’ve raised the bar in terms of what really makes good animated fun. Sure, you may have a suck ass movie and make many dollars at the box office or in the secondary home video market (that craptacular SHARK TALE and CHICKEN LITTLE proved that) but this is more about longevity, having a unique voice.

I can’t really say I hear echoes of greatness it in this trailer.

What I do like, though, from the outset is that this movie is being told in a Rashomon fashion, getting many perspectives from the same event, and for that it gets some kudos. What’s really not so great is that the first third of this trailer is burnt by just recounting the story of Little Red Riding Hood when Red starts to talk to who she thinks is grandma. Yeah, you can go this route and the glib funny-funny joke at the end of the usual exchange, when the wolf pitches a fit about being interrogated by the girl, will make some of the parents giggle but something odd happens. The granny who was replaced comes bounding from the hall closet, gagged and tied up with rope, while some strapping Swiss/Germanic lumberjack busts through the bedroom window. This should be a funny moment, there should be a bon mot or something said by either the goofy looking guy who’s donning some tight tight lederhosen or the wolf who’s just been had.

No, we don’t get any of that. We just get the modern angle of cops showing up to find out exactly what has happened. It’s not funny, it just seems, well, normal.

The moment takes our Japanese-inspired turn when the whole gang is being interrogated by the lead detective in the case, a frog who I guess is supposed to be funny, and we’re supposed to believe that’s there more to this story than just Red coming to visit her grandma.

The angle here is that Little Red might not be so innocent in the crime, that grandma might be some kind of secret agent (I still don’t know why we had to see her snowboarding down a mountain after she tossed two explosive charges (!) on top of it), the wolf might actually be a victim (aren’t we all?) and the lumberjack is a buffoon; say what you will, but when I started to read plays in college around the time of Shakespeare and beyond I’ve always had a soft spot for the idiots. I don’t suffer fools gladly but when they’re genuinely stupid I appreciate that kind of stock character.

And yeah, the music that runs underneath our character introductions, EMF’s “Unbelievable”? I think if this movie was going to come out circa 1992 it would be relevant but almost a decade and a half after its release? No, it’s not.

The last third of the trailer really wants to play up the angles of how this story is going to turn the traditional story on its head but the jokes, visual gags and assorted attempts to inject humor just don’t work. My kid may like it but I just can’t see myself placing this in the pantheon of great kids films.

Director:Wayne Wang
Cast: Queen Latifah, LL Cool J, Timothy Hutton, Gerard Depardieu, Alicia Witt, Giancarlo Esposito
Release: January 13, 2006
Synopsis: A shy cookware clerk (Queen Latifah), believing her days are numbered, throws caution to the wind and embarks on a dream vacation to Europe. While staying at a grand hotel, she and her uninhibited attitude have a profound and humorous effect on the guests and staff.

Prognosis: Yeah, I’ll Suggest This To My Lady Friends. Honest question for the peanut gallery:

Does a movie that is anchored by Queen Latifah and LL Cool J warrant a label that it is necessarily an urban romantic comedy, and let’s be honest here when we say that urban means that it befits a certain segment of the black population, or are we beyond middle America’s box office punch when it comes to marketing a movie to everyone and not just narrowcasting to one race?

I would hope so because this flick, while not being marketed to dudes like me who would rather spend the afternoon trimming the hedges, actually tugs at the right places. For what it is supposed to be, a romantic comedy, it pops on all the right cylinders.

Now, for future reference, marketing rom-coms means that there are certain things you’ve got to execute in order to get the biggest, noticeable punch for your ad dollars:

1. Give away the movie. No matter what you’ve got to tell the entire story in the two minutes, thirty seconds you are given.

2. Make sure you showcase the ladies. Your story may involve a dude but, like in real life, dudes are irrelevant to your protagonist but make sure, when possible, to make them look like idiots.

3. Be sympathetic. Ply at chicks’ heartstrings by manipulating them with rusty, dusty oldies music. For examples of this look at trailers for RIDING IN CARS WITH BOYS, THE FAMILY STONE, HANGING UP and nearly every single movie where chicks are all laughing for no good reason.

Now, our trailer here begins with showcasing Queen in all her simpleton glory. You root for her because she is immediately shown getting worked over by her insufferable boss and that she has a thing for LL; I mean, hell, who doesn’t have a thing for LL? I might have a thing for LL. Point is, she comes off sweetly. I didn’t have high hopes for the film when I initially saw the print advertising for the movie but any animosity I had gets slowly burned by a nice, easy build-up to what is, at it’s core, the point of the film.

She’s got three weeks to live, or so it says as these things have a way of magically being magically rectified by movie’s end, Queen takes a big dollar loan/withdrawl from the bank, I’m unsure of how this could happen so fast but fuck reality, man, this is the talkies after all, and goes off to some exotic locale and splurges on all the things that she’s dreamed of consuming.

It’s formulaic, yes, of the woman who had nothing, gets everything, and plays the country bumpkin/simpleton in a world populated by hoity-toidy tight wads. People like these kind of rags to riches variants and when I see Queen just doing one thing after another that shows how she’s really just a proverbial fish out of water, with the assumption that she’s going to find her way back to LL is all but assured. Oh, but it isn’t assured, it’s effing showed in all its lame glory.

The closing music to this trailer? “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.” This couldn’t have been more textbook. Ladies are going to be dragging their dudes to this one in quick order. If the original version of this movie, which came out over half a century ago, is any indication I am sure we’ll see a new incarnation of this same story around 2050.

Director: Matt Mulhern
Cast: David Schwimmer, Janeane Garofalo, Judah Friedlander, Susan Lynch, Dick Cavett
Release: November 11, 2005 (Limited)
Synopsis: A down-on-his-luck, divorced father works the night shift at an Atlantic City casino. When his relationship with his young daughters and ex-wife is jeopardized by a run-in with the law, he struggles to get his life – and family – back together before it’s too late. A moving and humorous look at the limits of unconditional love and what defines a family.

Prognosis: Down and Out. First time I saw Janeane Garofalo was episode one on Fox when The Ben Stiller Show, one of the first real great Fox fuck-ups to come from that would eventually claim the life of Arrested Development, debuted over a decade ago. She was smart, witty, pretty, funny and all sorts of perfect for the show.

When the show dissolved it was rough trying to keep up with her comedic stylings, her talent just leeched away into the gutter by Saturday Night Live, but she’s made a voice for herself in a serious way in the past few years and it’s wonderful to see her here doing more than just being the foil for more important, read here: studio sap, stars.

David Schwimmer? Can’t say I like him that much. He’s got a one tone acting style, has a droopy eyed delivery that I can’t say is done on purpose or brought to me by the fine people from Pfizer Pharmaceuticals and is not really compelling as a leading man.

Case in point? The first scene of this trailer is of him finishing a beer as a po-po sloshes up to his car right before he’s going to be arrested for drunken driving. I can’t understand if this was to be funny, amusing or pathetic but when he sloppily says he has a kid in the back seat I get that this is supposed to be straight.

The homesick country chords play in the background as we’re pimped with the sign that this movie was a 2005 Sundance entry; good, I always appreciate when advertisers see the importance of getting this information out early.

We next see David being harangued by the judge at his sentencing which, again, is odd because he makes a wisecrack and I’m not sure if he’s the fun kind of alcoholic which are always good to have a party or he’s the depressing kind that are always a drag. He’s confusing.

He kind of backslides when Janeane threatens to prevent David from seeing the kid he was busted with whilst on a drunken bender but, again, I don’t understand. If David’s a drunk who obviously doesn’t care of whether his kid is harmed or not then why does he have a sudden sober moment about his life’s future?

I blame the trailer for being unclear for cutting some understanding of where we’re going with this movie. Case in point, David ditches the sloshy lifestyle for one of three-piece suits at an Atlantic City casino. He presents well and actually looks good but how the hell did we get here? Again, lots were left out and I can’t see how I am supposed to be amped to see a movie where I’m not all that sure of if I would want to see what happens to this goober.

And then, the best part, he slides back into the boozing. Even though David is in essence twisting down a coil that is similar to that of Nic Cage in LEAVING LAS VEGAS the difference is that I am befuddled when David starts talking about how he loves his kids and his ex-wife but obviously still likes the liquor.

Are these kinds of guys sympathetic protagonists or pathetic machinations that we should pity? I can’t say and I think that’s the real problem of this trailer. I want to like this movie so much because it seems like a real departure for Janeane but what’s here in this piece of advertising has me so wrapped up in David that I’m not sure if it’s worth the effort to look and find out.

Director: Roger Donaldson
Cast: Anthony Hopkins, Diane Ladd, Paul Rodriguez Aaron Murphy, Annie Whittle
Release: February 3, 2006 (Limited)
Synopsis: In `60s New Zealand, at the bottom of the world, Burt Munro takes a 1920 Indian motorcycle and, delightfully without resources other than his own obsession and a Kiwi #8 wire mentality, spends his retirement rebuilding the bike and following his dream to go to Speed Week at Salt Lake in Utah. Under funded, without the support of a team and against all the odds he not only makes it to Bonneville, he sets a world land spend record, not once, but again and again.

Prognosis: Positive. Sometimes, things just hit me a certain way.

Be it just or unjust there are just triggers which prompt me to sit quietly and take notice; shiny objects going very fast is one of them.

I think if I was to compare this movie’s audience and range, in terms of who this movie could ultimately reach, I would place it in the same realm as the awful MADISON, that boat movie which is taking up pointless space next to the seven shelves worth of MY DATE WITH DREW at the local Blockbuster. But this movie feels a little different somehow. The protagonist here, Sir Anthony Hopkins, is just one guy and his quest seems more about his own quest than it is one of those hokey suppositions that are usually found in mainstream movies where it all comes down to one last”¦(fill in the blank).

At first glance you’d expect this to be a quiet kind of film. Hopkins, a motorcycle and his age all seem qualifiers that would put this movie on the docket for the 3 p.m. evening movie at the Frosty Acres Nursing Home. I was actually looking for a trailer I could kick around a bit, sharpen the old talons on a squirrelly piece of mice meat, but was floored by the intensity that builds up when Hopkins rolls his motorcycle out into the open. A couple of A chords, some steel toe shoes that look like they were ripped from a MATRIX or ALIENS vehicle, some sparks of electricity and some sweet-ass angles of said motorbike achieving a gnarly velocity are all that one needs to give Hopkins a boost.

What’s more is that before we go back into the grandeur that is Hopkins getting his quickness on he’s talking to some officials about why, as a Kiwi, he was in America. His response that he’s out to set the land speed record, not only reminds me of that delicious Tanya Donelly single that only I seem to know of or possess, but it provides a nice interlude between his solo runs and the quickness he displays against younger dudes and their fast bikes.

And what would a sport bike movie be without a few wipeouts? I like that we linger for a little bit on Anthony’s face when he eats it on a barren salt flat. The expression is worth the price of admission alone. Yes, it’s fake, I know that, but it’s nonetheless effective in evoking that this geezer set out to do something that not even I have the stones to do.

The rest of the trailer intersperses this bike of his going very fast while being entertained with Hopkins’ dry wit when he’s pulled over by a po-po doing around 150 mph; for those limeys in attendance, I think that equals something very swift in kilometers.

“Based on one hell of a true story”

I just have to give it up for the musical direction of this trailer. I can’t remember when the tunes created such a kinetic feeling and you’ve got that right here. I think my penchant for all things wipe out was psychically understood by the Trailer Gods as the final image we have of old Anthony is of his head scraping, once more, the bottom of a salt flat as he cries out in the only way that a senior citizen can.

Man, does this ever look facetiously manipulative but it hasn’t ever looked, or sounded, so good.

Director: Gore Verbinski
Cast: Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, Stellan Skarsgård, Bill Nighy, Jack Davenport, Kevin R. McNally, Jonathan Pryce
Release: July 7, 2006
Synopsis: Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley reunite in PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MAN’S CHEST, an all new epic tale chronicling the further mis-adventures of Captain Jack Sparrow. Produced by Jerry Bruckheimer and directed by Gore Verbinski from a screenplay written by Ted Elliott & Terry Rossio, Captain Jack sets sail on an all new adventure ““ filled with more intrigue, more spectacular special effects and more comedy.

Prognosis: Positive. No, it wasn’t rocking anyone’s world with its ability to create something special on the screen, technically speaking, but I’ll be damned if the first PIRATES wasn’t all sorts of mindless fun.

Gore Verbinski was a lot of people’s whipping boy until he brought people out in droves and then got them to buy DVD’s in droves as well. PIRATES proved the power of making films that are just plain fun. There isn’t foul language to speak of, no one gets their nads blown off in a spectacular way and there was actually a coherent plot that not only entertained but showed the power of having three actors who could deal with sharing the spotlight with one another.

There is no doubt that the people with this could have taken the SUPERMAN IV approach and made a movie that would ensure money but no doubt tarnish the first flick’s reputation. What I can see here, though, looks like you have a director who saw what made the first movie great and wants to try it again.

You almost want to give Gore a pat on the tuchas for wanting to try and make a LORD OF THE RINGS for the Disney sect because the trailer really shines in that it just feels like safe, family fare. It’s not a bad thing, mind you, but you just know what you’re going to get with this movie. Sometimes that’s just a nice thing to know.

Big fan of the creepy “Yo ho, yo, ho, a pirate’s life for me”¦” I remember standing in line for this damned ride and listening to the endless soundtrack playing again and again, so it takes me back.

I don’t really get the opening shots of the chain gang walking along a darkened rock bridge, the skeletons of dead men in long iron cages. I don’t know if we’re revisiting the events of what made the first movie so fun, that Jack was a part of the rag tag bunch of pirates, but it’s nonetheless intriguing as is the shot of dozens of people wading though a sick lake that’s covered with a thin plume of fog.

Now, and this is really cool, and I mean “cool” in the most academic sense, we get a glimpse of what I believe is Davey Jones, the salty dog who’s covered with all sorts of danger. This is what young kids really want to see on the screen and who better to voice this character than Bill Nighy.

The one thing that scares me though is when the always dependable Johnny Depp, who would’ve thought this 21 Jump Street alum was going to go on to do great things as I had my money on Richard Grieco, is in all his glory until he gets hogtied and put on a spit. You flirt with danger when you add natives into a movie; to me, it feels like lazy filmmaking. With ACE VENTURA: WHEN NATURE CALLS you had natives playing an awful role in an already awful movie but, in THE RUNDOWN, they were perfectly used in what should’ve been an average movie. When Depp is forced to play off of them I am hopeful we end up with something from the latter and not the former.

The last third of this trailer gives us equal doses of Orlando and Kiera in all their splendiferous glory. If I had to compare it to anything it’s almost like if Lost, HELLBOY and THE GOONIES merged into this conflagration of traps, machinations and oddities following them all. It’s enough eye candy to keep the young’uns wired for days but I am just giddy, again, academic usage, to see that movies like this are being made.

Director: M. Night Shyamalan
Cast: Paul Giamatti, Bryce Dallas Howard
Release: July 21, 2006
Synopsis: The story of a superintendent of an apartment complex in Philadelphia who discovers a sea nymph living in the building’s swimming pool.

Prognosis: Positive. Okay, I realize that many of you were butt-hurt over the travesty that was THE VILLAGE.

I can’t qualify anyone’s remarks because it was said remarks that kept me from even renting the movie, quite unfortunate too as I am a big big fan of SIXTH and UNBREAKABLE and, yes, even SIGNS. Was THE VILLAGE all that bad? I think there is something to M. Night’s writing technique and his whole surprise ending angle but I am hoping he isn’t banking his entire career on it because what I see here is actually quite poignant.

I am a fan of the title, first of all, as the subtitle, A BEDTIME STORY, kind of puts things in the right frame of reference for everyone. There’s a kind of fairytale supposition, be this a true story, i.e. set in the real world, or not, and it kind of gives Night some latitude.

The opening is really original in ways I can’t quite put into words. It might have to do with the lilting music that plays behind the sequence or the framing that really is Night’s signature style, but when you see a group of apartment dwellers all gathered around the pool, an odd conflagration which never quite happens in real life, but we’ll accept it as fact here.

Also, does anyone have one of those symbolism dictionaries? I used to have one early on in my English education but probably sold it back to make 4 bucks on the 40 I spent on it. I ask because there is an odd lingering on the image of butterflies. There are lots of “˜em and even though we see them for a few seconds, I would love to know what they could mean in the context of this movie.

Next, we’re introduced to Cleveland, Paul Giamatti, who seems to be the silent, stoic, superintendent of this complex and we see him in all his lonely glory; and, man, does he ever look lonely. That’s why it kind of concerns me that when we see him after his day labors are done, chillin’ inside his little cottage on the outskirts of the apartment grounds, he pulls a notebook from the top shelf of one of his bookcases and starts writing in it.

Now, what concerns me is that the notebook is awfully tall and, when we get our birds-eye view of the writing in question, the script is thin and runs all the way from the left to the right and takes up the entire page; it’s like Kevin Spacey from SEVEN. I’m not sure if this means he’s psychotic or that he’s writing about how he likes to rub strawberry jelly on his nether regions while chanting “I hate Bush” and watching Judy Garland movies but, man, what I would give to have this movie take a horrific turn. As it is, though, we just get some script on the screen.

“Once upon a time there was a man named Cleveland Heep whose life would change forever”¦”

Although, in my own defense, the next scene that shows Paul shows him sleeping in his chair with his notebook open on the couch and he is facing the direction where his television should be; I’m still holding out for my idea to come to fruition.

There’s some splashing in the pool outside his window and it wakes Cleveland up. There is a lot of torpidity in that body of water and it’s enough to have Cleve go and investigate with his flashlight.

The last remaining image is Paul from underneath the surface looking up and, even though that angle is quite slimming, we aren’t left to see what happens from here.

This is actually all quite interesting and it does just enough to pique my interest in what’s happening in this film.

Director: Eli Roth
Cast: Jay Hernandez, Derek Richardson, Eythor Gudjonsson, Barbara Nedeljakova
Release: January 6, 2006
Synopsis: HOSTEL tells the story of two American college buddies Paxton and Josh who backpack through Europe eager to make hazy travel memories with new friend Oli, an Icelander they’ve met along the way. Paxton, Josh, and Oli are eventually lured by a fellow traveler to what’s described as a nirvana for American backpackers ““ a particular hostel in an out-of-the-way Slovakian town stocked with Eastern European women as desperate as they are gorgeous. The two friends arrive and soon easily pair off with exotic beauties Natalya and Svetlana. In fact, too easily”¦

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Prognosis: Positive. What is with Hollywood’s obsession with churning out horror movies as of late?

I don’t mean this is a bad thing but between flicks like HIGH TENSION and the SAW series (which has seen two movies appear like Irish twins) there is a delightfully healthy interest in a genre which had some real crap done to it thanks to the weak-ass SCREAM entries and nearly everything Ewe Boll put out.

This trailer, right here, screams out to the masses that this movie isn’t going to be put out by Dimension and their patsy “Let’s make some horror movies that can reach EVERY demographic” kind of attitude. This one is either for some people who like their horror really graphic or ones who want cameos with The Fonz in them.

We open up to what should be requisite set design for all horror movies, the dingy industrial complex that’s overrun by mold and rust, but it still works here; it just invokes the kind of despair and evilness that a movie like this needs to establish. Oh, and you need water. No matter that an abandoned place like this should’ve had their water shut off a long time ago because this is an abandoned industrial complex but there should be lots and lots of nasty looking water and that’s also what we get here.

“Where all your darkest”¦sickest fantasies”¦”

What usually bugs me, but what gets a pass here, are the graphics that scroll across the screen. When they manage to actually relate to the story, like they do here, it’s a helpful hint about what’s happening in the flick. The imagery here, though, really is nasty. You’ve got some dude who’s obviously being held against his will and, with the lettering that mentions that where you can indulge in your “sickest fantasies” I can only imagine what’s going to happen to him. The gnarly looking cutting tools, all rusted but completely original in design, amps up that whole “spooky” factor and lets you know someone’s about to get sliced, diced and filleted. The screaming pleas from said victim is a nice touch, too.

Special props go out to the trailer makers who use a real nice image: a wiggling toe underneath a decending bolt cutter; you hear the clip and then the scream. Awesome. Totally awesome.

We next get the Black and Decker toolset out with Dr. Death, in creppy looking apron and face mask, getting ready to apply a little wanton torture and sickness to whoever he’s walking toward. I don’t know his name, what his motivation is or what kind of place this is but when the words “Inspired by true events” pops up I am more engaged with the material.

Also, when we get the proclamation that this film is coming to us “From the brilliant minds who brought you CABIN FEVER, TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE and KILL BILL” I am finally at peace with people using this technique in a way that actually establishes some cred and doesn’t manage to give me three reasons why I WON’T see the film.

Director: Clark Johnson
Cast: Kiefer Sutherland, Michael Douglas, Kim Basinger, Eva Longoria
Release: April 21, 2006
Synopsis: Special Agent Pete Garrison is convinced that a Neo-Nazi Aryan Disciple has managed to infiltrate the White House. When a White House Agent is murdered, Garrison is framed and blackmailed over an affair with the First Lady Sarah Ballentine. He is relieved of his duties, but Garrison won’t stop in trying to prove his innocence, and save the life of the President. While attempting to uncover the person behind it all, he comes into confrontation with his protege, Agent Breckinridge.

Prognosis: Negative. Man, it has been a long time since I’ve seen a movie with Michael Douglas in it.

I think some of his disappearance might have something to do with his wicked face stapling surgery from this year which has left me of an image of a face dripping with bodily fluid and scraggly facial hair; I’m not one to ever seek these kind of pictures out but, geez, the lengths some people go to retain their vanity.

Anyway, this flick looks like crap and I’ll tell you why, First of all, I say this because if the by-the-numbers filmmaking that’s going on here. I know there are reasons why these kinds of movies exist but, really, there’s nothing compelling going on in there here trailer.

The voiceover guy here, sounds like none other than Mr. Don LaFontaine, really tries to notch up the action by speaking very throatily about what the Secret Service is all about. Yeah, they’re teh cool and so powerful and protect the president and they’re all about but when Douglas says into his wrist microphone, “He’s on the move” you can’t help but laugh a little bit.

Do they really keep dudes his age on the payroll as part of the ground team? I thought that was explained quite succinctly in the better looking film IN THE LINE OF FIRE but what the hell do I know? Maybe they like to put chum out into the veritable ocean of possible lines of attack against the president, although a movie where Michael Douglas goes down like an undeserving Jim Brady, payback for the shit that was THE IN-LAWS would be a good time. As it stands, though, this movie is probably going to be playing it straight.

You get the montage of DC, the Capital Building, White House and then a cheesy looking computer nerve center of enforcement activity. We get it, though, that trying to penetrate the White House is harder than getting into Lindsay Lohan’s pants, okay, that would be easy, my bad, but you get the point.

What the point of this movie is, though, is that Michael Douglas has to look for a mole within the Secret Service and Keifer Sutherland, looking fresh and original in a premise that has him as a law enforcement representative, having to look after the president while looking for someone who could kill the world! Yeah, it’s really a stretch.

So, geezer gets accused of being the mole. He gets taken into custody and then breaks free like a wild animal. The chase is on.

When you watch this trailer the reason why you think you’ve seen this before is that you have. Before it had a sequel it was called THE FUGITIVE; guy gets pinched for doing something he really didn’t, you have people chasing him but you have one kindred spirit hoping to clear his name. That person in this movie is Eva Longoria, the reason why, superficially speaking, network television was created. I think her range goes from ONE LIFE TO LIVE to GUIDING LIGHT.

It’s about here when Keifer, playing the Tommy Lee Jones role, barks out to the people who are going to be hot on Michael’s tail that they are chasing their, “worst nightmare.” Please. You’re kidding? Michael Douglas is the Secret Service’s worst nightmare? Whatever, I guess if that’s how they want to roll…

Director: Nicholaus Goossen
Cast: Allen Covert, Peter Dante, Jonathan Loughran, Nick Swardson, Joel David Moore, Doris Roberts
Release: January 6, 2006
Synopsis: By day, 35-year-old Alex (Covert) is the world’s oldest video game tester, but by night. By night, he is privately developing the next big game for the X-Box generation. When one of his roommates(Loughran) spends all the rent money on Taiwanese hookers, Alex is kicked out of his apartment, and finds himself forced to live with his grandmother (Roberts) and her friends Grace (Jones) and Bea (Knight).

Prognosis: Negative. Even I can’t, in good conscience, recommend this film.

I understand that Adam Sandler’s world is appealing to a certain segment of the male population but I can’t see how a movie with as sinister of a premise as this has is going to appeal to anyone beyond that core. I think it may be just this fact which will make it the Second Coming to many nerds out there.

The real secret to this movie’s success, then, depends on getting that core to come out of their basements and see this movie. How then do you start a trailer that needs to do just that? How about piping in the sound of someone taking a hit off a bong? Good one. How about showing some dudes playing X-Box? Checkola. Ooo! How about sticking in a chimpanzee for good measure? Dude, you’re all over this marketing campaign.

I take it this movie is about some guys who like to play video games. It is, at the very least, consistently juvenile across the board. What’s really weird, though, is the lengths this trailer shows how odd these older guys really are. You’ve got one guy who wears pajamas that are all one piece (remember the ones with the booties and that zippered down front?) and sleeps in a car shaped bed, you’ve got the token “wasted” guy who will probably do nothing all movie but try to play up how cool and funny it is to have a friend who is baked all the time and you’ve got another friend who’s into hookers (I don’t know what I can say to that) but then, in all this weirdness, you’ve got the one relative “normal” guy who is like the Tommy of pinballing except he can hear and it’s video games, not flippers and tilts. Oddly, didn’t we all see this movie with Fred Savage in THE WIZARD? I guess there seems to be confidence in capitalizing on the life that still beats in the electronic gaming segment that still goes and sees films.

And, what’s more, is that he gets evicted from his pad and has to shack up with the Golden Girls; crazy concept, I know, and that’s what makes this film so very very original. And, like a crazed white cracker on crystal meth trying to outrun the po-po’s from last week’s Cops episode, they run with this gag as far as they can get. Our “normal” guy lets all of his other buddies know that he’s shacked up with a bunch of ladies who have really worked him over with all of his coworkers thinking that he’s now involved with a pack of college aged co-eds who we all know think of nothing but sex. This bubble is burst when the old ladies pay our friend a visit at the office and the ruse is revealed. Instead of disgust, our friends herald our Don Juan with praise.

Things just follow this absurd path as our protagonist starts to include these senior citizens in his nighttime activities. At one point the old bat from Everyone Loves A Crap Sitcom, after she drinks or eats some beverage that’s been spiked with something, that she can hear her hair growing. The laughs explode left and right, people, so do wear your protective clothing.

I usually find these kinds of comedies entertaining as they do fill a need in my mind for humor that’s not really challenging and doesn’t make me work for a laugh but I just can’t see myself even thinking of paying full price for a movie like this. I’m not really filled with vitriol over this movie’s existence but I would sooner see anything else playing at the theaters than having to watch Doris Roberts play the same character she’s made Emmy-licious for the past decade.

Director: Corey Yuen
Cast: Devon Aoki, Jamie Pressley, Derek Boyer, Sarah Carter, Collin Chou, Steve Howey
Release: August 25, 2006
Synopsis: The movie adaptation of the best selling video game series Dead or Alive.

Prognosis: (Hangs head low in shame)…Yeah…I like this one… Alright, to prove I am not all about teh art, this is one that I recommend to the all the people who make the Internet run: 14 year olds.

I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t state that I have tried to get into My Name Is Earl but just can’t get myself over the one-trick angle of Jason Lee having to set his karma straight by following his list. Who knows, though, maybe the character of Crab Man will grow on me a little more and maybe I’ll find a way to look through Jamie Pressley’s backward ass character but, as it is, I’ll just keep TiVoing it until I see what everyone else seems to be finding. I think, though, for my dollars, it doesn’t get any more exploitative than this. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, as any educated person should surmise, that if women are willing to be exploited for money then as long as their check clears the bank there isn’t any problem. The organization NOW may want to contend with the previous statement but any hot blooded American male should think that hot chicks with good sized juggs fightin’ with samurai swords and traipsing around in their undergoods is a good thing.

The opening, I admit, got me completely off guard. I was wondering why an opening shot of four good looking ladies talking about dudes was came from a movie entitled D.O.A. but when you stick with it just long enough you see that we’re not talking about some ladies in a bar or restaurant but ladies wielding swords and are talking about the horde of black uniformed baddies running up some stone stairs, possibly because they’re looking to break themselves off a piece but, possibly, to kill them. Either way, the conceit is cheeky and, hopefully, to the delight of most every straight dude in attendance, way hawt. I also commend the trailer makers for constructing the opening with music that’s indicative of shows like Sex and the City. It completely doesn’t let on that this is going to go the way it is.

Now, once we reveal that these are women who are about to get wicked with their weaponry, the music changes, this time music that’s indicative of some slutty strip joint, not that I would know, but it’s a great transition. The camera flashes fast between images but there’s a nice pacing between the advancing bad guys and the nice ladies. Again, hotness is the name of the game here so you get your sex and violence in equal parts here, children.

“They have looks that kill”¦”

Yes, it’s all groan worthy. All of it. From the shots of them in their bikinis, to the requisite, “Oh, I’ve broken a nail” comment to imply that their sultriness is their weapon while mixing in their unreal ability to go one-on-one with men who are trained in the martial arts as well but didn’t think to look as good on the battlefield as they do in the dining room it all makes you feel kind of dirty from watching it; although, you just can’t help but get pulled in by its absurdity.

The angles chosen to really showcase each one of these ladies’ abilities stray from the norm and I think that’s why it deserves some props for making a trailer that’s just fun to watch. The moves are indicative of the films that I miss from the 80’s, flicks like BLOODSPORT, AMERICAN NINJA and most everything with Steven Segal. It’s been a while since you’ve had films all about exploitation and wanton destruction. You’ve got hard rock music playing behind quicker than shit clips of these women getting wild with bo staffs, swords and other kinds of weapons. They are leaping and bounding all over the place with their legs and arms flailing around the screen. They, of course, like to play sand volleyball and catching some rays before traipsing around ancient oriental temples, killing people.

I am especially a fan of the unreal moment in this trailer where one of our women, topless and fresh from the shower, takes on a dude in hand-to-hand combat. She, ahem, tosses her bra in the air, does a little more ass kicking, slides it over her shoulders and makes the dude she’s fighting with clasp it before she finishes him off.

Director: Scott Coffey
Cast: Naomi Watts, David Baer, Chevy Chase, Robbi Chong
Release: November 11, 2005 (Limited)
Synopsis: ELLIE PARKER races around town from one audition to another, changing make-up, clothes and personality as she speeds along, barely attending to her whirlwind life as she strives to get cast in a movie. As Ellie considers giving up after losing faith in the craft, her manager DENNIS doesn’t exactly talk her out of it. One last insane audition for Ellie, and she’s back in the game? or is she?

Prognosis: Negative. I think there’s some cruel irony behind the litany of movies that focus on the young Hollywood hopefuls and their struggle to get noticed when they’re played by actors and actresses who are already, themselves, discovered.

This movie, I thought, would at least offer up some new reason why Naomi Watts could break through the old and tired setups of a young lady with gumption who just wants that one part to help her break through. What you’ve got here, though, doesn’t feel very real in the sense that since you’re trying to convey a sense of verisimilitude with the digital lens this thing was shot through you want something that people can connect with on the screen.

There isn’t any of that here.

The opening of the trailer is good, it’s solid. Watts is going through a series of vocal exercises, falling short of the Damon/Affleck vocalizations in JAY AND SILENT BOB STRIKE BACK which were grandiosely goofy and gregarious, and I’m in. I’m right there with her. And then the crap music starts up; it seems purchased from a song bank which deals in nondescript, bland tunes which almost border on distracting. Great job there, people. Then we get our cards in-between the scenes. Usually I don’t care about these things but this, again, seems like it was subcontracted to an Apple store in Alhambra, California with the theme of the workshop being: How to insert graphics into your own home movies using nothing more than your Mac, camera and Firewire.

So, everyone speaks Ellie Parker’s name just so you at home who are as blind as Ray Charles or as stupid as a box of Kleenex and couldn’t read the previous card telling you that Watts’ character is named Ellie Parker. Thanks for that.

We are then treated to Ellie’s hysterics in the audition room. Of course she’s obnoxious and we can all see why she’s Hollywood’s most “UN”employed actress which is just an awesome joke, by the way, but I don’t see why I should like her. She seems emotionally high strung and deluded. I do like that we have an extended scene where she and her girlfriend have a contest to see who can cry first as that just solidifies my impression that I would have no use of this woman in my life if I were ever to meet her. In fact, if I had to draw a parallel to her I would have to peg Watts’ character to that of Beth Beth Stolarczyk of MTV’s Real World 15 minute fame.

It’s almost tragic to watch because the reality is that this crazy chick, and she is nuts as you watch the scenes between the more interesting bits, which consist of a frontal look of Naomi changing her pants in the car and you get a flash of some black underwear. And please. How many trailers has Watts been in where she flashes her undergoods? This makes two now.

Things really take a spin in the other direction when said pants changing ends up in a collision where she hooks up with a dude who likes to wear a feather boa around the house without a shirt. Yeah, classy. She’s a slut in this movie too as she’s hooks up with a couple of dudes along the way, one of which states after some coitus with Watts, that he’s certain he’s gay because he was thinking about Johnny Depp whilst in the throes of passion with her. Oh, and Chevy “The SNL Cast Member No One Seems To Like” Chase pops up as Watts’ agent, father, some patriarchal figure in her life but he almost seems inserted as an afterthought.

I don’t have any clue where to stick this movie but if I had one place where I would have to say in a container marked “Recyclables Only.”

Director: Danny Cannon
Cast: Kuno Becker, Alessandro Nivola, Marcel Iures Stephen Dillane, Anna Friel, Kieran O’Brien
Release: I have no idea but it just got released in Egypt last week if you want to go and catch it.
Synopsis: Like millions of kids around the world, Santiago harbors the dream of being a professional footballer. However, living in the Barrios section of Los Angeles, he thinks it is only that–a dream. Until, one day an extraordinary turn of events has him trying out for Premiership club Newcastle United.

Prognosis: Positive. My first foray off the continental shores landed me in Ireland.

It was during the World Cup of 2002 and since the Irish had placed well enough to be entered in competition the whole country was obsessed, really obsessed, with celebrating every game and every player. Radio was taken over with updates, there was a scandal involving one of their players that was treated with front page hysteria, radio played songs written exclusively for the event and it was during this time when I learned what bunting was; people dressed their homes in green, white and orange as if it was Christmas. It was insanity but I got caught up in it. Even bought a Playstation game to continue the action. I think that’s why I have to admit that I like the look of this contrived, clichéd, overwrought, movie.

But this movie is doomed here in the States and I will tell you why: 1) Who the hell here cares about soccer? Not many people. 2) How well has soccer broadened its audience since it really made a push a decade ago?

Yeah, it’s going to be an uphill struggle.

But, the trailer here opens well enough to be entertaining to me. You’ve got our protagonist Santiago who’s your prototypical dreamer character: always wishing for more than he has. This is evident in his El Rocketeer, Horatio Algier, type approach to his one job as a leaf blower-er and his other job working at a Chinese restaurant where, I swear, has Eddie from BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA working as the head manager.

It’s here that things take a really sappy turn to the left when we see our man using CARDBOARD for shin guards. I think before that moment we would’ve believed his gumption but it’s just ridiculous. The cheesy voiceover, almost Velveeta-like, doesn’t the movie any favors but I’m still on-board.

Of course, here we get the man who presents an opportunity. The opportunity, of course, means leaving everything behind at his old life, although how could you ever leave Eddie from BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA behind, yo?

So, he does, and goes to try out for this big soccer team. One of the largest. Only, and this is the way all sports movies go, our young hopeful doesn’t look he can match up against the professionals he’s trying to emulate. The rainstorm tryout, along with the muddy ground and subsequent face plant in said mud, all engender feelings of pity for this kid.

No matter, though, as our young hero is given his one last shot at being on the team, makes it, and then we see him walking onto the field for the first time. You hear his dad shout out ownership of the boy like the yentas from COOL RUNNINGS who were tending bar whilst the Jamaican bobsled team was competing. You see a lot of action shots of our man stepping up to the responsibilities of playing the game. I know, I know, I know, you’re rolling your eyes at this. Hell, I was too but I’ve never seen a soccer movie that I’ve ever wanted to see but this looks like a feel-good story that’ll end up just the way I think it will. Is that a bad thing? Yeah, depending on what kind of movie you’re trying to make but, in the case of this, a completely implausible flick shouldn’t be immediately discarded; I mean, c’mon, Eddie from BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA is in this.

Director: Peyton Reed
Cast: Vince Vaughn, Jennifer Aniston, Jason Bateman, Justin Long, Vincent D’Onofrio, Cole Hauser, John Michael
Release: February 17, 2006
Synopsis: After buing a condo together, a couple (Aniston, Vaughn) run into problems paying the mortgage, which ultimately leads to them deciding that they should break up. Because of their situation, they realize that they’re going to have to keep living together under the same roof until then.

Prognosis: Positive. I don’t know if anyone involved with this movie can read this but since I didn’t find ANY production photos on the Internets regarding this movie yet they found it suitable to release a full trailer AND because I didn’t feel like shagging ass to find SOME picture regarding this movie I give you Jennifer Aniston’s ass in its place. I apologize for any perverted, yet oh so delicioulsy neccessary, inconvenience this has caused.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jennifer Aniston, Vince Vaughn, are they?, aren’t they?, Brad Pitt, blah blah blah; this flick’s got Ralphie in it, dammit!

The OG, the main man, the Toucan Sam, THE effin’ DIRT BIKE KID is in this movie and I think that’s the best part of any advertising campaign that hopes to get people to come out and see this movie. Of course, that’s my opinion but it is a well-reasoned one after all. I mean, you’re going to get 24 hours of pure exposure, to say nothing of the people like me who play that CHRISTMAS STORY disc even before the marathon comes, of Billingsley and if you’re an ad exec you’ve got to somehow, someway, find some way to advertise the fact that Ralphie is in this latest addition to the Aniston Watch compendium.

Again, that’s just me, but since I couldn’t really care less if Aniston is doing “ok” since her divorce I say go for Peter all the way. Since this first incarnation of filmic advertising was done before my world exclusive idea of how best to market this movie I guess I have to see what we’re dealing with here.

First and foremost, one of the better endings in PG movie history to come out between 1985 and 1990 is the final piano suite of Chopsticks when BIG comes to a close; you’ve got a cavity-inducing ending that’s sweeter than an apple pie left to cool on a window ledge and it was a nice way to tie together the picture together as a whole. Here, though, the same sweet melody feels appropriate when juxtaposed against Vince Vaughn’s smirky face (Why does he always look like he was just woken from a nap five minutes before the scene was shot?) and equally biting comments to, der, his ex-wife. The exchange looks uncomfortable and the capitulation of everyone on the couples bowling team when asked by Vince of whether he should be the one to leave the bowling alley, permanently. It’s evident that this is going to real popular with the ladies as they’re the ones who force the vote against Vince, I bet all the ladies will be laughing with the kind of knowing that they could see themselves forcing their P-whipped men to go along with them, present company included, and it’s here that Ralphie, our golden child, gets his full frontal shot on the screen.

We switch songs, themes, getting a pretty stale Social Distortion “Ball and Chain” inserted against Jennifer ostentatiously tossing Vince’s stuff around the home that the two of them share. Jon Favreau and, who would’ve thought he was going to be a part of one of the best things to come and go on television, Jason Bateman look on and we get a little more of Vince, again, looking like he was rousted by a fire alarm in the middle of the night, nursing a bad injury which comes inflicted by comedic heavyweight John Michael Higgins.

“There’s a really big gap between getting your ass kicked and having a dancing, singing sprite fool you with trickery and then strike your throat…before you know you’re even in a fight.”

The above comment was wonderfully illustrated in the actual fight sequence in question and I have to admit it made me wee a little. Higgins needs to be in more movies, really. The man knows how to play a scene.

And the dovetail to this all? Ralphie asks for the bowling shirt back from the initial sequence to this trailer and, again, comedy gold erupts from the ground when Billingsly explains the reasons why.

This is a well-executed trailer.

Director: Bryan Singer
Cast: Brandon Routh, Kevin Spacey, Kate Bosworth, James Marsden, Hugh Laurie, Kal Penn, Eva Saint Marie
Release: June 30, 2006
Synopsis: In this semi-sequel to the first two “Superman” films, the classic hero returns to Earth after having been missing for six long years. What he finds astounds him – the world he knew has changed for the worse. In his absence, the forces of evil have regrouped like never before. Even Lex Luthor, once an outcast, has risen to the heights of power in Metropolis. And when an old enemy from Krypton reappears, Superman must fight his neverending battle like never before, amidst a world that has forgotten what it’s like to have a hero.

Prognosis: Positive. I didn’t see any of the footage of the newest Superman movie at Comi-Con.

I heard it was really good; that Bryan Singer looked wiped out from being in the middle of production, being gracious enough to pay the geek squad a visit; and that what many saw gave them hope that Jon Cryer’s Spandau Ballet haircut didn’t permanently cripple a once great franchise. Did it ever get any better, really, than Terrence Stamp’s Zod? I think not.

What’s been done, here, though, has given me hope that what’s about to come to theaters next year could be an affirming moment in believing that as long as you have filmmakers on a project that want to tell a great story and want to treat the material with reverence without focusing on which fast food chain will claim the licensing rights to offer the Clark Kent “protein” shake, which I’ve heard consists of warm yogurt and an ounce of a secret identity ingredient, then you’ve got the power to resurrect the dead.

What I really like about this teaser trailer is that it really does what it should: excite, tantalize and amaze.

I remember the big hubbub about GODZILLA years ago was that the reptilian beast wasn’t going to be shown at all in any of the trailers. I remember that I was annoyed at this strategy. At that point in my life I was just a measly fan but I felt like I was on the outside, looking in at the film. The disaster that was GODZILLA at the box office proved that you can’t sit on things like this and this teaser doesn’t.

The tease starts out more like a annoying flirtation with that a third (!) of the length of this thing is just showing off who is responsible for resurrecting this property but that’s easily forgotten as Marlon Brando’s voiceover starts the theme of this movie: that Kal-El, even though he is going to be raised as human, not one of them. Those erudite enough to have read it Marlon’s sentiment echoes the crux of what Beowulf was all about and it’s perfectly apt here.

The money shot, one of many, starts right in with Clark falling through the roof of a rickety old barn. The way his body stops before he hits the ground, his arm covering his eyes, gives you a moment to linger.

And this is when the brass section of John Williams’ kicks in and you get a wonderfully composed shot of the early morning in rural Kansas. And that’s one thing you see a lot in this trailer: wonderfully composed shots. Singer’s eye knows how to frame a shot and nowhere is that more evident than in the shots of young Clark leaping through a cornfield and where dozens of people are staring up at the sky on a city street. The latter image lingers because of the way they’re placed. It’s done on purpose and it’s effective because it creates a sense of awe.

I think I do like seeing Supes walking stridently across a rooftop, on his way to connect with Lois, but I don’t think the actual presence of Superman’s being is better shown than when he’s pictured high above the land at night. He’s there, I can’t guess why he has his eyes closed but I guess it “looks cool,” but as he rockets back to Earth, that final crack of the sound barrier being broken is the best way possible to end this thing.

I cannot even guess what’s in store for audiences come next summer.

Director: Darren Aronofsky
Cast: Hugh Jackman, Rachel Weisz, Ellen Burstyn, Sean Gullette
Release: TBA (What a shocker.)
Synopsis: The Fountain is an odyssey about one man’s thousand-year struggle to save the woman he loves. As a 16th century Conquistador, a modern-day scientist, and a 26th century astronaut, he searches for the secret to eternal life.

Prognosis: My Lord still holds true… I can’t say, like other, higher level, Internets writers, that I’ve visited the set of THE FOUNTAIN; my invitation obviously got lost in the e-mail. I can’t claim to have had wonderful, introspective chats with Darren Aronofsky as he’s editing the movie, either. I can only lay claim to have been in the room with other Internets writers as we all vied for his fatherly attention at the Comic-Con. The simple fact is, I’m jealous of all those other people who have had close contact with the man over this movie because there is no way you could be gestating this kind of movie, for as long as he has, without getting some great insight into what he’s been doing with this movie; I haven’t seen any of that with the other people he’s talked to but maybe I’ll get the chance before all is said and done. If this trailer is any indication of what Herr Aronofsky has been doing for the past few centuries I am officially on the PR bandwagon.

Not knowing what to expect from this movie, just roughly having an idea of what it’s about, I heard that the footage that was screened at the Con this year was confusing; it didn’t give people a solid grasp on things. The trailer here opens with basics. That’s what’s, initially, so good about this.

“1 MAN”

Okay, what this trailer needs you to do is think and process things a little. Yes, the gasps can be heard all the way back to the cheap seats of the 10:30 pm showing of VENOM but it’s fairly intuitive that what when this graphic comes up the one man in question is Hugh Jackman. I’m not going to break too bad on the lettering but, even in the post-modern sense, it’s not really demonstrative in the way that the teaser poster is. It’s pretty much a New Times Roman font and while it doesn’t necessarily take away from the really, really engaging visuals it is fairly disappointing.

That said, the first few clips of Hugh are really insatiable. In the first clip, with his haggard old school beard, the second, his coif perfectly intact but looking equal parts despondent and angry, and the last, and most curious, Bald Hugh with golden twinkling somethings dripping behind him.

You get no words here but that’s fine.

“1 LOVE”

Rachel Weisz. You get her in all sorts of good-looking-ness. It should be enough to state that her part here is obviously to be Hugh’s love interest but even without seeing them together you just feel the attraction between the two of them. It pulsates through the screen.

“1 QUEST”

Hugh is on the move in all three scenes, I particularly like Monkey Hugh as he climbs a very bright, Waiting For Godot type tree. I haven’t a clue what any of these things mean but rather than being bothersome it’s evokes interest in me.

“1000 YEARS”

I love this bit of the trailer. The beats of the tribal drum, kind of reminds me of The Drummers of Burundi, a wicked African troupe, mixed in with old Hugh as he races on his old horse towards a bright city and, as the camera twists angles in a smooth circular motion, modern Hugh racing towards a city in his car is just compelling to look at. There is a real sense of immediacy which, if you’re in tune with it, you just feel something’s wrong.

The ending, where future Hugh gets stripped of his clothing in a blinding white light, and where he walks slowly though shallow water towards a spindly, leafless tree, evokes the most questions but I think it’s fairly obvious of what all this is supposed to mean. It’s almost enough to make one go mad that this movie isn’t here yet.

I do hope the movie is as good as this trailer. From what I see here the wait between pictures from Darren may well be worth all the centuries I’ve had to wait.

And I think, as I’ve meditated on the imagery, what little there is to soak in, is that there really seems to be something that’s really evoked in the presentation here.

More than it just being another Aronofsky movie there is a feeling of three, different stories that are going to be told across a wide timeline. Sure, we know that this movie deals with the same guy, same woman, there’s the promise of the kind of movie that is at once traditional yet completely different.

My feeling is that the trick here is not just the successful completion of one movie but of the successful envisioning of all three stories. You’ve got to remember that you, ultimately, in basic storytelling, want to work up to a point where everything that comes after is just resolution. Darren has to take all three threads and make them peak in a complimentary way while also taking care to resolve them all so that the end makes you feel that while there are three stories there is only room for one ending.

It’s a daunting task, and writers who have had to live with one story for a long time can attest to this, but one that is also fraught with the danger that you’re constantly trying to remember what made the story so good when you first began.