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Week of March 13, 2006

You can take "The Peacemaker," "Deep Impact," and "The Tuxedo." We'll take "Gladiator," "American Beauty" and anything else that didn't suck.

Emilio's 17

Yeah, like he needed all that overpriced crap anyway...

This lawsuit's going to make 'House Party' look like 'House Party Two!'

I told you... don't call me SENIOR!!

Maybe this is all a bad dream too?

Thanks Sharon, but I think I'll wait until this one comes out on DVD (so I can freeze frame of course)

There is absolutely, positively no nepotism in Hollywood. None.

You're good, baby, I'll give you that... but me? I'm magic.

This band will go down like a lead balloon

Well, Goodbye there Children...

They can't sell the Capitol Records building! What will be left to destroy in the next crappy 'end of the world' movie?

Same old Courtney - still sponging off Kurt

Panic on the streets of Austin

You're a fat, Botox faced, wig-wearing ninny! Oh yeah? Well your band has a dirty H addict as a lead singer!

Black Sabbath, Blondie, Miles Davis, The Sex Pistols, Lynyrd Skynyrd Enter Rock Hall



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02 X-MEN: THE LAST STAND $34.02
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04 THE DAVINCI CODE $18.61
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05 MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE III $4.68
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06 POSEIDON $3.49
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07 RV $3.20
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08 SEE NO EVIL $2.04
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09 AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH $1.36
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10 JUST MY LUCK $855K
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A Bath, a Manicure and a Shave

 

You may be under the impression you've seen Billy Wilder's SUNSET BOULEVARD, but you haven't -- not really. But satori will be yours for the purchase on 11.26 when Paramount Home Video's new DVD of this classic 1950 film hits the shelves.

Beautiful isn't the word for this all-new version, which PHV spent a pretty penny on to fix up and was delivered by Lowry Digital Images with a specially-designed software that eliminates 99% of the grain and dirt from the celluloid image.

This BOULEVARD is a much more richly valued and finely detailed thing than any version you may have seen on any 20th century format -- projected film, laser disc, videotape. It amounts to a rebirth of sorts; a transformation.

In layman terms, what you'll see is almost the same mint-condition film that first-week audiences saw when it opened 52 years ago, except for the fact it's probably richer and cleaner. The visual values in any given scene are twice as sharp and rich as they've ever looked before, perhaps even better than the way they looked to Wilder and his colleagues when they first saw daily rushes at the studio

What the DVD tells us, in effect, is that the SUNSET BOULEVARD we've been looking at all these years (I first caught it on the tube, and then in the late '70s at New York's Carnegie Hall Cinema) has been the visual equivalent of a guy on the bum -- tattered, unshaven, down at the heels, under-nourished.

This new version looks so good it's almost enough to make you not pay attention to Wilder's dialogue or to the story or the acting....almost.

Just look at the stucco walls alongside Norma Desmond's staircase as William Holden's Joe Gillis walks down the steps -- you can detect variations and gradations that weren't there before. Look at the trees and shrubbery alongside the entrance to Desmond's faded mansion as Gillis makes his initial approach -- you can see the shine and texture in each little leaf. Look at the weaving in Gillis' cheaply-made sport jacket, or at the fibers in the welcome mat lying outside the front door, or at any of the dozens of different surface textures inside her living room. It's a trip in itself.

The software that allowed the dirt and grain removal was designed by John Lowry, who explains the process in a featurette on PHV's new DVD of William Wyler's ROMAN HOLIDAY (1953), to which his company also gave a digital makeover.

"The fundamental principle is to clean up the image," Lowry says, "and the first problem was cleaning up the grain -- the granularity and noise in the picture, and the 300 to 400 pieces of dirt in each frame of the film."

Dirt, he explains, "was the biggest challenge in processing ROMAN HOLIDAY and SUNSET BOULEVARD" -- notice he doesn't use the term "restoring," which from the photo-chemical purist point of view is another thing entirely. "The film is extremely dirty and in a very, very grainy environment, [but] we were able to take that dirt and remove 99% of it, and also remove the grain."

I paid a visit to Lowry's Burbank offices to look around and learn a little something. The digital processing of each film is handled on some 300 Macintosh G4 computers that Lowry has lined up in perfect little rows in a large room. The film was originally scanned in what Lowry calls "2K,'" which amounts to an image composed of 2048 by 1536 pixels -- a significantly denser image than what the average television can deliver.

With Lowry supervising the processings of SUNSET BOULEVARD and ROMAN HOLIDAY, Patrick Cooper and Ryan Gomez served as respective project managers. The digital work on BOULEVARD took about four months (from late April to late August of this year), and has resulted not just in a new DVD but a brand-new, cleaned-up negative from which supposedly better-than-ever prints will be made. The proof in the pudding will be evident or not when Paramount screens one of the new prints at the Museum of Modern Art on December 1st and 2nd.

It's been argued that digital processings of this sort give the owners of negatives of classic films an excuse not to perform real photo-chemical restorations involving core photographic elements. But it's hard to argue against what Lowry Digital is doing when you consider the beauty of the improvements given to SUNSET BOUEVARD and ROMAN HOLIDAY. If you're talking strictly DVD, I think every classic film should get a Lowry makeover. The work is too good to dismiss.

Fisticuffs

[Warning: SOPRANOS spoiler contained herein.]

That fight-in-the-kitchen scene between James Gandolfini and Joe Pantoliano in last Sunday's episode of THE SOPRANOS (Episode # 48, "Whoever Did This") is one of the best I've ever seen on any-sized screen. Sloppy, frenzied, desperate, ungraceful -- everything a real-life fight usually is, and what the movies almost never show.

At one point Pantoliano picked up a hot frying pan and swung it at Gandolfini, and then tried to stab him with a carving knife, and then sprayed some Raid into his eyes. Then Gandolfini, who was in this fight for purely emotional reasons, rebounded and got him on the floor and pounded Joey's head and strangled him to death. I bought every second of it.

It had none of the usual wham-bam, clash-of-the-titans, shoot-him-eight-times-and- then-finish-him-off-with-a-flame-thrower shit Hollywood usually trots out. It was just messy and breathless and wonderfully unprofessional looking.

Why is it with organic naturalism being the absolute rule among actors in movies over the last 45 or 50 years have there been so few great fight scenes over the years? We've all seen one or two and know how they usually look and feel, and yet Hollywood gets it wrong 95% of the time.

I include almost every boxing movie among the offenders. RAGING BULL wasn't fake, per se, but the boxing scenes were stylized to the point of unreality. Even FIGHT CLUB felt slightly wrong. Too many perfect punches to the cheekbones, and the impact sounds always felt foley-ized.

I blame the stunt professionals. There is nothing worse than watching stuntmen go at it. They're unionized and regulated and dominated by old-school practitioners, and their act doesn't play like it used to in the Hopalong Cassidy days. Unimaginative second-tier directors use stunt guys all the time, and they usually end up with stuff that looks way over-choreographed.

I can think of maybe four or five naturalissimo duke-outs off the top of my head. Joaquin Pheonix and Mark Wahlberg's rolling-down-the-stairwell clash in THE YARDS. The one between Bruce Willis and bad guy Alexander Gudinov on the building staircase in DIE HARD. James Caan's furious street bashing of Gianni Russo (a.k.a., "Carlo") in THE GODFATHER. Any others? Send 'em along.

Robert Towne recalled an incident in an interview fifteen or twenty ago about how he once wrote a fight scene in which the hero picks up a rocking chair to defend himself, and how the rocking chair breaks apart as he uses it against his attackers. The producers he was writing for didn't think the rocking chair device was macho enough and suggested that the hero pick up a baseball bat instead.

"And that's what's wrong with Hollywood," Towne concluded. "Baseball bats!"

Starting with today's column on 11.13.02, I'll be running an updated master list of all the DVDs mentioned since this side-column started two or three weeks ago...


The Hospital ('71, d: Arthur Hiller, w/ Scott, Rigg, Hughes). One of the most acerbic, best-written social satires ever made. Needs re-mastering; color on laser disc has faded, flirting-with-monochromatic color. Stockard Channing has a memorable two-line appearance in opening act that's fascinating for the enormous promise it conveys.

The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer ('47, d: Irving Reis, w/ Grant Loy, Temple, Vallee, Collins). Again -- on laser disc but no DVD. Waiter to distraught Grant, who's just been dissed by everyone and had wine thrown in his face: "Is there anything I can do, sir?" Grant to waiter, fuming: "For instance?" Also: "Mellow greetings, yukey-dukey!"

The Wrong Man (1957; d: Alfred Hitchcock, w/ Fonda, Miles, Quayle). Far from tip-top Hitchcock, but that third-act moment when the detective steals a glance at the Fonda look-alike culprit as he's being brought into the police station but doesn't put it together until he's outside on the street...I've sat through the whole plodding thing just to enjoy that moment.


Le Mans (1971, d: Lee H. Katzin, w/ McQueen) "One of the few Steve McQueen movies that hasn't been released on DVD and the best movie about car racing ever. So far only Days of Thunder (watchable) and Driven (utter garbage from both a filmic and racing perspective) are on DVD. -- Owen Greenwell, Plug & Play Technology

"P.S. - the second best film about racing, ironically, is Frankenheimer's Grand Prix (1966) which is also AWOL on DVD" - O.G.

Year Of The Dragon ('85, dir: Michael Cimino; written by Oliver Stone). "It's probably Mickey Rourke's best film (okay, besides Barfly), and one of those movies that absolutely needs audio commentary from the main guys; I can't believe Cimino's Heaven's Gate was released with out Cimino supplying a commentary." -- Christopher Hasler, Manager, Business and Legal Affairs, Scholastic Entertainment Inc.

Wells to Hasler: Cimino is too much of an elf-sized control-freak weenie to supply audio commentary about his pivotal role in the most repugnant and catastrophic episodes in Hollywood history, ie., the making of Heaven's Gate. Forget it -- he hasn't the balls.

Also wanted by Hasler: Greetings ('68, d: Brian De Palma), "Dated or not, this is still a pretty funny movie," he says. "De Palma is one of those highly particular and fascinating direct- ors who is deserving of having his entire oeuvre getting the deluxe treatment -- even his lesser movies like Body Double."


Electra Guide In Blue ('73; dir: James William Guercio, w/ Blake, Bush, Ryan, Riley) "Blake playing a uniformed cop long before he started working the other side of the law; very 70's, very strikingly photographed.

All Mann, all the time: Man of the West (1958, d: Anthony Mann, w/ Cary Cooper); The Naked Spur (1953, d: Anthony Mann, w/ James Stewart); The Far Country (1954, d: Anthony Mann, w/ James Stewart); The Fall of the Roman Empire (1964, d: Anthony Mann, w/ James Mason, Alec Guinness); El Cid (1961, d: Anthony Mann, w/ Heston, Loren) -- Patrick Dailey, Springfield, MO


Also suggested by Dailey: Secret Honor (1984, d: Robert Altman, w/ Philip Baker Hall); Anna Karenina (1997, d: Bernard Rose, w/ Sophie Marceau, Sean Bean, James Fox); New York, New York (1977, d: Martin Scorsese, w/ De Niro); The Trojan Women (1971, d: Michael Cacoyannis, w/ Hepburn, Redgrave); Hamlet (1996, d: Kenneth Branagh, w/ Branagh, Winslet, Heston, Jacobi); Surviving Picasso (1996, d : James Ivory, w/ Hopkins); The Sugarland Express (1974, d: Steven Spielberg, w/ Goldie Hawn); Julia (1977, d: Fred Zinnemann, w/ Fonda, Redgrave); Short Cuts (1993, d: Robert Altman, w/ Moore, Downey Jr.).

Two Japanese movies that reader Jon Mochizuki would desperately would like to see on DVD: Ikiru (1952, dir. Akira Kurosawa, with Takashi Shimura) and Shall We Dance? (1996, dir. Masayuki Suo).

"Ikiru is my favorite Kurosawa movie," Mochizuki writes. "A tremendously intense, transcendently emotional experience. The only DVD I could find is a Hong Kong-produced release, with an awful English translation. Dance was a big hit for Miramax, so I've always been puzzled as to why it never got a DVD release. The closest I've come to a digital-quality copy is an Asian-produced VCD (which still contains the 20 minutes cut out by Miramax for the American release)." -- Jon Mochizuki, Irvine CA

"What about Whit Stillman's best screenplay-nominated Metropolitan"? - William Couper Samuelson


"John Frankenheimer's Black Sunday and Grand Prix should definitely be on DVD, as should William Friedkin's To Live and Die in LA. Frankenheimer was one of the best directors at providing insightful commentary on his DVD's as opposed to self-congratulatory pats on the back. Sadly, we won't have the opportunity to hear any more of Frankenheimer's commentaries, but we should at least get the opportunity to see a couple of the enjoyable action films he made. -- Steven R. Silver

Caine Factor

Michael Caine is in Los Angeles this week doing interviews and promoting his performance in THE QUIET AMERICAN (Miramax, opening 11.22). The current betting is that his assured, underplayed performance as a fatalistic, love-struck British journalist in 1952 Saigon will most likely land him a Best Actor nomination, and I'm starting to think he may be the front-runner in this category.

As they currently stand, my Oscar Balloon predictions pit three older guys (Caine, ABOUT SCHMIDT's Jack Nicholson, INSOMNIA's Al Pacino) against three or four younger guys, the most promising among the latter being ANTWONE FISHER's Derek Luke and THE ROOKIE's Dennis Quaid.

Caine leads among the older crew, I feel, because his role is a tad richer and more satisfyingly written than Nicholson's Warren Schmidt, a performance that's mainly about a comb-over and is finally more morose and enervated than anything else, or Pacino's stumbling-around, sleep-deprived detective in INSOMNIA, which amounts to a sturdy but less-than-crowning turn.

There is Daniel Day Lewis's supposedly awesome performance in GANGS OF NEW YORK to consider, but Miramax's curious decision not to screen it so far indicates some kind of conflicted feelings about its award-winning potential. It'll be splendid for Luke if he winds up with a Best Actor nomination, but newcomers never take the prize. Quaid would be well-positioned to win if he lands a Best Actor nomination for THE ROOKIE, although there are those who contend interest or awareness in Quaid is limited due to the Disney release having opened too early, etc.

Caine is in the lead, I feel, because his AMERICAN performance has no negatives to speak of, and because he's hugely popular with Academy types. The only possible strike against the 69-year-old veteran is that he's already won twice in the Best Supporting Actor category -- for his '87's HANNAH AND HER SISTERS and '99's The CIDER HOUSE RULES -- but I suppose a case could be made that a Best Actor Oscar carries a tad more prestige and that Caine has finally earned this final tribute.

There is a well-written piece about Caine in the current issue of PREMIERE (by Jill Bernstein, page 76) in which his money quote is, "I used to get the girl -- now I get the part."

Last weekend a journalist friend wrote and asked me a question for a piece he was working on. "What do you think is the secret of Michael Caine's long-term appeal?," he inquired. "That is, why do you think he's been a star -- one who, even now, continues to get top billing in films - as long as he has?"

"Because less always seems to be more, and probably is," I answered, "and because Caine hasn't worn out his welcome by delivering too much of this or that and thereby allowing his cup to spill over. Time and again and going on forty years now, Caine has performed the odd feat of nailing each role honestly, with skill and conviction, but always with that dry, droll, succinct manner of his. And dry, droll and succinct has always aged nicely, I suppose, in any era.

"You always know Caine will either be good or at least not painful, and if he's in one of his crap movies (THE SWARM or JAWS 4: THE REVENGE are among my personal all-time faves) you know he'll at least make his scenes tolerable."

I added that I've "always had a soft spot for Caine since I heard him describe THE SWARM on the Tom Snyder show in the late '70s as 'a bee movie.'"

Milchan vs. Criterion

"A few comments about your slightly misinformed piece [about] the pending DVD releases of ONCE UPON A TIME IN AMERICA and KING OF COMEDY.

"What you did was paint a picture of Milchan as a controlling ogre who doesn't understand the cultural value of the movies he 'apparently owns the negatives and most of the paper' on. But you must remember that Milchan produced these movies, not just as a five-times-removed money man, but as an active producer trying to put out great films. Remember -- these two came long before Milchan's mogul days...

"Yes, Criterion has released some amazing DVDs. But what could they have done for these films that Milchan hasn't done already himself? Are you aware that for both films, Milchan's folks went through a painstaking restoration process, created new IPs from the original negative, and did high-definition transfers at two of the best facilities in Los Angeles, working with some of the same technical folks that Criterion uses? The work that's gone into creating a high quality image for both films has been insane, possibly even beyond the resources of a boutique company like Criterion.

"As far the bells-and-whistles factor, both discs are supposedly loaded with extras -- no worries there. The proof will obviously be in the pudding, but from what my inside sources are telling me, both of these discs are going to be first rate and then some.

Which leads me to wonder why you would run this piece in your column. Your source for this piece was obviously a crying titty-baby from Criterion. What would they have to gain from leaking this sort of propaganda, other than sour grapes? Certainly it's not going to change Milchan's position. Criterion should focus their energy on the business of DVDs and not trying to make Arnon Milchan look bad." -- Rocky Stewart

Dust Ups

"I agree wholeheartedly with your complaint about the poor shots most villains in the Bond series seem to be. My favorite complaint is with scenes showing a hail of bullets peppering the dust just behind the hero as he runs for his life. Where are these idiots aiming? At the guy's toes? A missed shot that would actually do some damage (in the head and/or torso area) would never be seen, since it would be whizzing silently past the target and expiring a few dozen feet away.

"By the way, DIE ANOTHER DAY features a really tasty torture sequence throughout the titles (reflected in ice with the usual bevy of undulating chicks in silhouette) in which Bond has been captured and doesn't escape just in time, a la every other Bond title in history." -- A Partially Loyal MGM Employee

Bigger is Better?

"The big event pictures seem to do better when they're longer. Probably because ticket buyers feel the need to see it several times to catch everything. The opposite seems also to be true - MEN IN BLACK 2's short length seemed to guarantee that patrons felt slightly cheated for their ticket price. The all-time top list, either in raw dollars or inflation-adjusted, is filled with long films such as TITANIC or GONE WITH THE WIND. And this past year's biggest four films at the box office were all fairly long.

"I agree that THE TWO TOWERS' three-hour length won't hurt its box office. The loonies like myself will fill theaters on it's opening Wednesday and Thursday. Then it gets seventeen straight days of weekends and holidays. Last year that gave the film a huge second week of $80 million despite only 5,700 prints and fewer showings than most blockbusters. It won't kill on any single day but it will chug along and clear $200 million before the holidays are over." -- Leonard Speakman, Hockessin, Delware

Wells to Speakman: That's reassuring.

Winona casting

"The second you asked for suggestions for someone to play Winona, I thought of an Australian actress called Pia Miranda. She has the same pixie-like quality of Winona and can act to boot! Miranda was most recently in GARAGE DAYS, an Australian film about a rock band (the usual stuff). If you give her a Google image search, you should come up with some pics." -- Katharine Blessin

"How about Paul Giammati as the lawyer? Why not Sam Rockwell as the main juror? And possibly someone like Michelle Branch or Avril Levigne to play Winona?" -- Wiz

"Winona was guilty as hell, but like you, I find her so fetching, she should've been given a pass. In the old MGM days, store security would've contacted the studio, been paid off and it would've been all covered up. Ah, the good old days. And who should play her in the movie? That's easy: Winona lookalike Rachel Leigh Cook." -- Dixon Steele, Los Angeles

Lamenting Liza

"I can't figure what the admirers of LOVA LIZA have been talking about. It's just awful. [Philip Seymour] Hoffman is supposed to be grieving widower, but his energy is so oddly channeled he comes off more like an escaped mental patient. I wanted out of this one after about 15 minutes, but stayed for the whole, unbearable thing. Kathy Bates has nothing to do. There's no dramatic momentum, nothing interesting to say about grief and loss -- just someone wandering around crying, drooling and screaming for 90 painful minutes. Hoffman plays more or less one emotional state through the entire film. Rarely seen an actor this good be so badly wasted and misguided." -- Lee in Chicago

Wells to Lee: The movie left you writhing in agony, okay, but you stayed for the whole thing. What does that tell us? Just asking.

Role Playing

Bob Shaw was first to identify Friday's cast. They appeared together in Robert Altman's Quintet ('79), "which was apparently filmed inside a meat locker with packs of wild dogs," Shaw comments.

Today's cast: Richard Harris, Bette Midler, Gene Hackman, Caroll O'connor, Jocelyn Lagarde, Max Von Sydow and an unnamed lead actress.

What's That Line?

Michael Adams of South Orange, New Jersey, was first to identify Friday's dialogue. It's from THE LAST DETAIL ('73), directed by Hal Ashby with a script by Robert Towne, from a novel by Daryl Ponicsan. Older guys #1 and #2 are played by Jack Nicholson and Otis Young; the younger guy is Randy Quaid.

A successful, big-name talent is talking to a comedy writer and would-be performer. They're in the big talent's office.

Big Talent: Dynamite! This is dynamite!

Writer (shyly) You think so, [name]?

Big Talent: Look, I've been at this for fifteen years, [name], and I haven't come up with anything like this -- not me, not any of my writers.

Writer: (smiling with obvious pleasure) Well, I'm glad you like it, [name].

Big Talent: Tell me something, [name]. (pause) How do you do it? I'm not asking to use the material myself. I just want to know how you... (waving his arms in a gesture of frustration) ...y'know, how you do it!

Writer: Well, I don't know if I can explain it, really.

Big Talent Come on. Try, [name].

Writer Well, it just sort of comes. I think about my life, see, mainly about the worst parts, all the awful things, and I just try to see them in a funny light. That's all.

Big Talent (eagerly) Is that what you do? The worst parts, and then you look at them in a funny light? Is that what you do?

Writer: More or less. It's hard to describe how it happens.

Big Talent: But that's just it, [name]. It doesn't happen for me. Why do you think the show is in so much trouble? By the time I've done my monologue, everyone has switched to [a competitor]. Maybe if you did a little writing ... ?

Writer: Sure, [name], I'd do anything I could to help out.

Big Talent: You would? Great. Why don't you come out to my place this weekend and we'll hash it out. I'm having a few of my friends but we should be able to get a little work in.

Writer: Would you mind if I brought someone?

Big Talent: (smiling) A girl, [name]?

Writer: A very special girl, [name].

Big Talent: I'd love to meet her.

Name the film, the year of release, the director, the screenwriter(s), and the actors in the scene.



 

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Speculation that the New York Film Festival "snubbed" Wes Anderson's The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou is untrue, according to a spokesperson. The festival committee saw Aquatic last June, in tandem with plans to open the sea-faring comedy-drama in October or thereabouts. And while "they liked it and wanted it," a decision was later made for Touchstone to open Aquatic in December, and the notion of a NYFF debut didn't seem quite as desirable.
Aquatic's opening is set for 12.10 in New York and Los Angeles, and 12.24 wide. I would normally be scratching my head over the title expansion (i.e., adding with Steve Zissou), as this sort of thing usually indicates indecision and therefore trouble on some level. But here the addition sounds droll and all of a piece, as with all things Anderson. I also imagine that Anderson, like any director from Spielberg on down, welcomed the extra time to tweak and fine-tune.
A suggestion that may not save the James Bond franchise, but will at least halt its downhill slide: arrange for producers Michael Wilson and Barbara Broccoli to be gently but firmly kidnapped and then taken to an undislcosed location (somewhere in Southeast Asia would be best), where they will be kept in two lavish homes under house arrest, with allowances for family visitations. Once this is done, all serious interest in Eric Bana playing the new 007 will cease and Wilson and Broccoli's successors can look at other options.
One of these options should, of course, be to shut the series down. Just because the Bond movies continue to make money doesn't mean they're dead inside, and that one of most compassionate acts anyone could do would be to fire a bullet into the skull of this outdated, cliche-ridden franchise and walk away proud....like Pierce Brosnan has done. Bana is said to be unsure about stepping into the 007 series, according to London's Evening Standard. The tabloid says an offer has gone out to him but that Bana is "currently deciding whether it's something he really wants to sign up [for]." Translation: he's heard the Wilson-Broccoli stories. Eric Bana would be to the 007 tradition as Lex Barker was to the Tarzan series in the 1950s.
A suggestion that may not save the James Bond franchise, but will at least halt its downhill slide: arrange for producers Michael Wilson and Barbara Broccoli to be gently but firmly kidnapped and then taken to an undislcosed location (somewhere in Southeast Asia would be best), where they will be kept in two lavish homes under house arrest, with allowances for family visitations. Once this is done, all serious interest in Eric Bana playing the new 007 will cease and Wilson and Broccoli's successors can look at other options.
One of these options should, of course, be to shut the series down. Just because the Bond movies continue to make money doesn't mean they're dead inside, and that one of most compassionate acts anyone could do would be to fire a bullet into the skull of this outdated, cliche-ridden franchise and walk away proud....like Pierce Brosnan has done. Bana is said to be unsure about stepping into the 007 series, according to London's Evening Standard. The tabloid says an offer has gone out to him but that Bana is "currently deciding whether it's something he really wants to sign up [for]." Translation: he's heard the Wilson-Broccoli stories. Eric Bana would be to the 007 tradition as Lex Barker was to the Tarzan series in the 1950s.
Hold up on that rumble about the conniving heavyweight behind Ted Griffin's firing off the Graduate-sequel flick not being Jennifer Aniston, but costar Kevin Costner. The Fly on theWall guy claimed in an 8.16 posting, using quotes from an anonymous crew member, that Griffin's dismissal "was totally Kevin's fault, not Jennifer's."
But now another guy who was right in the thick of the situation says this account is "completely false," due to the fact that "Costner hadn't started working" on the film at the time Griffin's dismissal went down. Hey, I'm just passing this along.
The Entertainment Weekly cover (#779-780) asks if Johnny Depp's performance as J.M. Barrie in Finding Neverland (Miramax, 10.22) will deliver a Best Actor Oscar...and in so doing indicates an obvious rooting interest on the part of EW staffers (film critics Owen Gleiberman and/or Liza Schwarzbaum, it's safe to presume) in at least helping Depp land a nomination. In the face of such a boldly-put suggestion, I think it's fair to offer a counter-opinion, which is that Depp's acting in this tenderly composed biopic may be too exacting for its own good.
In other words, Depp seems to really "get" the eccentric Scottish playwright who wrote Peter Pan , who, according to the press notes, was said to have a quiet, puckish personality and always spoke in a low burr. And that's Depp in the film. The problem is that his Barrie seems so internal, so into his own quiet determinations and oddball kindnesses, that you feel a strange urge to strangle him after a while. Plus there's something too actorly about his Scottish accent; it sounds at once uncertain and overly studied. In short, Depp did everything right...and in so doing created a character and a vibe that feels curiously wrong.
You like a filmmaker, you find him/her intriguing, you try to show interest and support and....test pattern. I became curious about Abel Ferrara's supposed next film, Mary, in which Vincent Gallo will play an actor playing Jesus Christ in a film-within-the-film. (This, at least, is what the Brown Bunny star-director-producer told me last week.) The focus of Mary, says Gallo, is the actress who plays the mother of Christ, and who experiences a kind of spiritual satori as a result of immersing herself in the part. The film, Gallo adds, is supposed to shoot in Rome in late September or early October.
But of course, there can be no contact whatsoever with Ferrara. The guy almost never calls back anyone, I've heard. It's always, "I'll call you." An e-mail to Ferrara's Rome-based producer resulted in zip. Ferrara's New York attorney, Jay Julien, professed a general ignorance about Mary, and couldn't direct me to anyone with a history of replying to phone calls who might. I've learned that whenever it's this much trouble to get hold of someone, it's usually not worth the effort in the first place.
Sofia Coppola is set to direct a period costume drama about Marie Antoinette and husband King Louis XVI for Columbia. Wigs and hoop gowns, the French revolution, let 'em eat cake, the guillotine...all that good stuff. This is a joke, right? The reasonably talented Sofia hasn't shown a glimmer of the kind of commanding, exacting vision that the lensing of any historical drama of this sort would require. I mean, presuming Columbia wants something at least half as good, say, as Barry Lyndon, which they probably couldn't care less about.
But I am looking forward to watching Kirsten Dunst, who will play Antoinette, get her head cut off. And you have to admire the sense of humor that Coppola and her casting director have shown in choosing Jason Schwartzman ("Max" in Rushmore) to play her husband Louis. If they stick to history, he'll also lose his head. Valor, Max...valor! You won't feel a thing. A tickling sensation, your head falls in the basket, everything turns numb, and then blackness. You can do that standing on your head. Oops..sorry.
Regarding the recent death of King Kong star Fay Wray, Move City News' David Poland wrote that Peter Jackson, director of an all-new King Kong flick, "wanted Ms. Wray to close his film with the 'Twas Beauty That Killed The Beast' line, but, ever the lady, Ms. Wray was unwilling (though attempts at persuasion continued) because she felt it would be arrogant to call the character she played -- and thus, herself -- a beauty."
Apart from the utterly nonsensical thinking conveyed in Wray's alleged view, the item is another worrisome indicator that Jackson's King Kong is going to be way too Jackson-y. (Which is to say movie-mucky to the point of suffocation.) Can you imagine a line as important as that one -- the big closer! -- given to a 96 year-old woman as an affectionate gesture, however heartfelt on Jackson's part? Art is art and emotions are emotions, and never the twain shall meet. If Jackson is handing out cameo kicker lines as tokens of respect to grand old ladies, forget it....it's over. John Ford once told Nunnally Johnson that to be a good director you have to be a bit of a bastard. This, conversely speaking, may be Jackson's problem. He's too mushy, too much of a sweetheart.
This is old news now, but those people who described Collateral's box-office performance last weekend as "so-so" or " middling" or whatever were being a tad dismissive. Unfair, really. A movie as dark as this one, with a gray-haired Tom Cruise playing a cold-hearted assassin, is doing great by taking in $24 million during its first weekend. Only three other Cruise films -- Minority Report and the two Mission Impossible's -- have had better openers.
And Exhibitor Relations' Paul Dergarabedian must have been smokin' some strong stuff before telling the New York Times' Sharon Waxman that Collateral "is not a movie that can be supported by teenagers." He's saying...what? That teenagers can't deal with urban thrillers about cops and hit men and what-all? That beautifully rendered mood and ace dialogue don't impress them? I should add there was a different reaction to the film when I saw it with a paying crowd last weekend. They didn't applaud, but the two industry crowds I saw it with earlier did. Hmmmm.
Ben Affleck was his usual glib self during his hanging-out-in-Boston segment with Katie Couric a couple of days ago...same-old, same-old...but something different happened when he did a chat thing with Hardball's Chris Matthews on Tuesday afternoon. He was focused, sharp, and quick, and had some very cogent things to say about Kerry-vs.-Bush, voter sentiments and the general lay of the land.
In other words, he did himself a huge favor. For the first time in a very long time Affleck was suddenly about something besides Bennifer, chasing girls, iffy movies and gambling sprees. He said he might want to jump into politics down the road, since the movie career thing has its limits in terms of feeling fulfilled or spiritually nourished. He also told Matthews he'd like to have his job, and Matthews said in response, "I do fear you."












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