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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



01 THE BREAK-UP $39.17
$12759/av

02 X-MEN: THE LAST STAND $34.02
$9159/av

03 OVER THE HEDGE $20.65
$5170/avg

04 THE DAVINCI CODE $18.61
$4953/avg

05 MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE III $4.68
$1756/avg

06 POSEIDON $3.49
$1283/avg

07 RV $3.20
$1469/avg

08 SEE NO EVIL $2.04
$1607/avg

09 AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH $1.36
$17615/avg

10 JUST MY LUCK $855K
$892/avg









 


 
An Iraqi Tale

 

KING ARTHUR is an atmosphere movie -- a wintry, soggy thing. It's mostly about snow and bleak landscapes and misty rain and dreary forested nothingness, plus a lot of mud and horses and grimy-faced soldiers with swords, breastplates and grayish yellow teeth. Sweat, grime and the grunge of olde England...these things above all.

The director, Antoine Fuqua (TRAINING DAY, TEARS OF THE SUN), obviously cares a lot about the funk factor. It's not enough to make a good film, of course, but at least his focus is persistent.

The script by David Franzoni (GLADIATOR) is basically about a soldier who decides to switch loyalties in the heat of battle, and there's an aspect of this that echoes something about the anti-American sentiments in present-day Iraq. The Fuqua factor aside, this is the only interesting thing about KING ARTHUR, which otherwise plays like King Bore, King Nothing, King Who-Gives-A-Shit?

If you're into the classic Camelot legend, forget it. The film claims to be "the untold true story that inspired [it]," but it matters naught because you can't care. A friend said after last week's screening, "If you're going to throw out something that works, replace it with something as good....or leave it alone."

Forget the whole kingdom-despoiled thing....forget the metaphor. And definitely forget Richard Burton, Julie Andrews and Robert Goulet belting out Lerner and Loewe in the original Broadway production of "Camelot."

Fuqua, Franzoni and producer Jerry Bruckheimer have made Arthur (Clive Owen) into a 5th Century Russian, serving the Romans in England. There's a round table and a few knights, but I never felt a recognizable "Knights of the Round Table" vibe. Merlin isn't a wizard any more - he's been changed into a leader of a guerilla army. And the romantic triangle between Arthur, Guinevere (Keira Knightley) and Lancelot (Ioan Gruffudd) has been tossed out the window.

All right, a shred remains. Gruffudd (the first mate who pulled Kate Winslet out of the water in TITANIC) gives Knightley a couple of soulful stares, and Knightley gives him a semi-meaningful look back, but nothing results.

The real inspirations are BRAVEHEART and especially the first section of Ridley Scott's GLADIATOR. You know...when Russell Crowe and the Roman army shot those flaming arrows into the ranks of the bearded Germans who all went "awwrrgghh!" when they got stabbed or otherwise had their hide pierced? That whole cooler-than-cool wintry gloom thing, with all the CG snowflakes? KING ARTHUR has this down, baby...oh, yeah.

You might expect that a big-scale historical piece produced by Bruckheimer would be in the vein of A KNIGHT'S TALE....a goof-off movie with winks and asides and rock tunes. I guess Bruckheimer decided that a muddy, foggy, pseudo art-house approach would be less predictable. Which was a brave move on Jerry's part....except the story is a big so-what?

The set-up is about Arthur and his knights being sent on a mission to save some Roman wanker from the marauding, low-life Saxons, who are led by the heavily bearded, dead-eyed Cerdic (Stellan Skarsgard). The cornerstones of Skarsgaard's performance are an impassive glare and a certain muttered ruthlessness. (Sample lines: "kill her," "kill 'em all!"). Fascinating.

Knightley's Guinevere is a bit like Daniel Day Lewis in THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS. She runs around with a bow and arrow and kills with impugnity....cool. And I loved the impudence in Fuqua's decision to have her wear a deerskin bikini outfit during the third act battle scenes, despite the general cold and dampness.

The theme is about Arthur realizing two-thirds of the way through that he doesn't want to be a mercenary for Rome any longer and that he needs to embrace being an English nativist and freedom-fighter, even if he's Russian-born and talks a lot early on about the refinements of Roman civilization.

But ethnicity doesn't really matter in the final analysis, he concludes. What does is the spirit of localism and standing up against the oppressions of imperial Rome.

In other words, Arthur's fighting spirit isn't that much different than the one driving the anti-American car-bombers and snipers in Iraq. There...I've finally explained the title of this article.

Are we not the Romans of our times? Are we not seen in some quarters as trying to impose our political /cultural values upon Iraq? Could a similar story not be filmed about an Iraqi officer who assists U.S. forces after the fall of Saddam, only to realize down the road that his true allegiance is with the anti-U.S. pro-Saddam nationalists?

We're supposed to side with Arthur, of course. But why? What, exactly, does England have that Rome doesn't? Keira Knightley, you might answer...the love of his life. But it's obvious from her scenes with Owen that Arthur isn't much in love with her (he is mainly devoted to looking glum and perturbed, and their sex scene feels rote), as well as the implication that she's not all that intrigued by Arthur, given the hints of interest in Lancelot.

The big action set piece is pretty good, even if it doesn't make much sense. Arthur and his men decide to entice 100 or so pursuing Saxons into battle atop a small frozen lake. The tension is about whether the ice will crack apart in time so the Saxons will fall into the icy water and the vastly-outnumbered Team Arthur will prevail. (VARIETY's Todd McCarthy has written that this sequence "reportedly derives" from an early Franzoni draft of GLADIATOR.)

But for the sequence to really work, you have to believe that the Saxons are the absolute worst archers in the history of ancient warfare, and the Romans are perfect ones...and I couldn't do that. I won't be the only one.

I liked Ray Winstone's performance as a crudely spirited knight (he likes to fuck, has a big family, etc.) named Bors, but I didn't much like his shaved head. There were fifth-century barbers who shaved heads with the same expertise shown by 21st Century hair-dressers in West Hollywood?

Clive Owen's performance as the title character is a study in unabated gloom. It's not a career killer (I've been hearing he's the big stand-out in Mike Nichols' CLOSER, coming out in December), but if I were Owen I'd be furious....at myself for taking the role, or at Bruckheimer or Fuqua. His dialogue is dreadful, or maybe it's just the way he reads it. Either way it's a chore...a drag.

McCarthy said KING ARTHUR's box-office will fall short of the Bruckheimer norm, and "will likely be closer to that of BRAVEHEART, which grossed only $76 million even with its Oscars." My gut says "nope." My gut says ARTHUR will tank on the second weekend.

Collateral Vision

In his just-posted review of Michael Man's COLLATERAL (DreamWorks, August 3), FILM COMMENT editor Gavin Smith says that the results of director Michael Mann's decision to shoot on digital video are "extraordinary, because Mann uses the format for maximum expressive effect, capturing a sense of depth in the darkness and manipulating color in post-production to generate a heightened, dreamlike liminality and an array of voluptuous visual textures.

"Mann's style has always been tinged with sci-fi overtones," Smith concludes, "but COLLATERAL is something else: it looks and sounds like a movie from the future."

That's interesting...exciting. Even if my impression, derived from watching the trailer that's been playing in theatres, is that COLLATERAL has the same vaguely pixellated texture I've noticed in other films that have been shot on video and transferred to film. I'm sorry to sound like a plebian, but my eye went right for the texture element....and I wasn't enthralled. Putz that I am, my first thought was, "This doesn't look as cool as HEAT."

Movies would be in a sad state without the urge to try something new, and I'm certainly not rejecting the look of COLLATERAL based on trailer footage...but I have to be honest and say I'm feeling a tiny bit concerned.

It's also unusual when a movie has two listed dp's. The COLLATERAL IMDB credits list Dion Beebe and Paul Cameron as the cinematographers. I tried searching this morning for reasons why - I'm presuming one was replaced by the other. I'm a fan of Cameron's (MAN ON FIRE, GONE IN SIXTY SECONDS, SWORDFISH) but not so much of Beebe's (IN THE CUT, CHICAGO). If anyone knows anything, please inform.

Out of the Past

The pleasures to be had from two new film noir DVD packages out this week -- one from Warner Home Video called "The Film Noir Collection: Vol. 1," and another from the crew at Universal Home Video -- are far more enjoyable than anything opening this week in theatres.

What a mood bath! Late '40s and early '50s noirs are so richly cinematic, so hauntingly photographed. My kids think they're boring (black-and-white, too much talk, too many guys wearing trenchcoats), but I guess they need a few more years of watching run-of-the-mill crime movies before they can appreciate their specialness.

The WHV package includes Jacques Tourneur's OUT OF THE PAST (the most fatalistic and best-written noir ever) , Robert Wise's THE SET-UP, John Huston's legendary THE ASPHALT JUNGLE, Edward Dmytryk's MURDER MY SWEET and Joseph H. Lewis's immortal GUN CRAZY.

They all look and sound terrific, although there's not much in the way of extras. OUT OF THE PAST and GUN CRAZY have good commentary tracks, the former provided by film noir authority James Ursini and GUN CRAZY's by Glenn Erickson.

I was especially taken by the quality of image and sound on the GUN CRAZY disc. I last saw this wonderfully tawdry B classic at some New York repertory house in the late '70s. It looked tolerable then, but the DVD is an eye-opener. The details, the tonal range, the sparkling silvery textures...but then first-rate DVD transfers have become the norm.

The Universal collection includes Frank Tuttle's THIS GUN FOR HIRE, John Farrow's THE BIG CLOCK, Robert Siodmak's CRISS CROSS, and Roy William Neill's BLACK ANGEL. Am I forgetting one? They all look and sound terrific, especially THIS GUN FOR HIRE.

My only beef is Warner Home Video's decision to use Ursini for the OUT OF THE PAST commentary track instead of paying for the superior commentary recorded by the great David Thomson for the Image laser disc of OUT OF THE PAST that came out...oh, 13 or 14 years ago. Ursini's observations are fairly astute but Thomson's work is a cut above ....it's richer, deeper, almost poetic at times. Thomson isn't regarded as one of our best film critics for nothing.

I called Thomson on Tuesday to ask if he had a copy of his commentary script so I could run some excerpts, but he doesn't. I then spoke to my former Reel.com boss Jeff Schwager, who not only produced the OUT OF THE PAST disc for Image but wrote an informative, well-researched essay for the liner notes about Frank Fenton (and not the credited Daniel Mainwaring) being the screenwriter most responsible for the film's wonderfully flavorful dialogue. He didn't have a transcript either.

But Schwager did offer to send a videotape with Thomson's commentary on it. Great -- I'll run excerpts sometime next week.

Marina Pamplona

I hate going to 4th of July fireworks shows, but a truly amazing and joyful thing happened last Sunday night as the kids and I were walking back to the car, heading north from the southern tip of the Marina del Rey peninsula where the show had just ended.

Hundreds of people were walking up the alley called the "Speedway." Up ahead were two idling L.A. firetrucks with their lights flashing -- one smaller, one larger. I don't know what the fire concern was about, but there they were. Everyone walked by the big truck and moved on. Then it started up and began to slowly cruise forward.

Dozens in the crowd suddenly decided to play "outrun the fire truck." It was a little bit like the bull run in Pamplona. The fire-truck driver was trying to cruise along as fast as he could without running anyone down, and everyone in front of him -- people on foot, on bikes, skateboarders -- was running to keep ahead of him. The mood was dopey and giddy. For ten minutes or so I was back in the fourth grade.

Brando

"I just wanted to write a quick note of thanks for reminding your readers to check out JULIUS CAESAR. I read your Brando piece and literally, right in the middle of reading your column, darted over to the indie video guy across the street and got the movie on VHS. I hadn't seen it since high school, and I remembered reading the play for an English class.

"Brando's reading of the 'cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war' speech must be the definitive reading. As a matter of fact, we should retire the word 'havoc.' Brando owns it now.

"I thought back to our class reading, and remembered how half-assed or misunderstood all of our interpretations were. All that iambic pentameter can be so intimidating and confusing... but when you see Shakespeare done right, done the way Brando, Gielgud and the rest of the cast do here, it just makes sense. No matter what language you might speak, you know like it's animal instinct what Brando's Marc Antony is getting across in that soliloquy.

"I later played the scene for my roommates and still welled up with tears of pride for Marlon's work. Maybe I'll stay up late tonight and pick out my favorite GODFATHER scenes. " -- Dylan Gaughan

"I take a back seat to no man in regarding Brando's erratic (at best) career with sorrow. But I have to add that his performance in SUPERMAN towers over everyone (and everything) in that overrated, silly movie. Twenty-five years after its release, Brando's sequence is the only one I remember with any pleasure.

"Excellent, too, is his extended cameo as the lawyer in A DRY, WHITE SEASON. His scenes are so much better than the rest of the movie that I agree with his claim that he wrote and directed them himself." -- Kevin Kusinitz, New York City.

I love 'Hollywood Elsewhere' and of course the first time I write you is give you a shot. From your past work I expected you to go with the wasted talent angle. You're not alone in your thinking, but I don't know why we can't appreciate what he gave us and leave it at that. Why this constant hand wringing about what might have been?

"Like so many others, I was always hoping there was one more great performance left. I often lamented the lack of work in what for others might have been their prime years. I've come to the conclusion that the lack of discipline, the stated contempt for his craft and all the other characteristics you and others didn't like in him were part of who he was. They, along with his unequaled talent made those performances possible.

"If he had been more disciplined and had more respect for acting and just tried harder he would have been Paul Newman. Do you think his performance in LAST TANGO IN PARIS would have been possible without all the negative baggage? Brando was one of a kind, and I'm just thankful for the gifts he left us." -- Tim Pope

Satisfaction

"FINALLY ! Someone besides me who was bored the hell outta his skull with this piece of crap called SPIDER-MAN 2. The way everyone has unanimously decided to kiss the web-clad ass of this movie is beyond me. I was bored as hell with it.

"I won't go into how I personally think the actors in it were lame (except Bruce Campbell ...he was hilarious), but I kept wondering if this was actual footage or just a filmed line-reading?

"What pissed me off more than anything was the whole thing with Spidey's powers. Yes, he loses them.... but why? For that matter, how does he get them back? These things are never explained. He goes through the whole thing of mentally not wanting to be Spidey anymore, but there's no reason given as to why his powers are out of whack. All I ask is an explanation. Bad diet/malnutrition? Seasonal lapse in powers? Eventual burn-out?

Plus there's this whole 'Hey, NY loves Spidey!' thing. This was a problem with the first one, too, when for some strange reason the New Yorkers threw trash at the Green Goblin. In this one, there's that whole subway thing where after making the most implausible rescue of a subway train the passengers carry him in Christ-like crowd- surf to the middle of the car.

"Amazingly, no one on a NY subway train has a disposable camera and is, as such, snapping away at the un-masked face that would likely go for more cash than the un-masked faces of Michael Jackson's kids? Then, after swearing not to tell (come on!), some snot-nose gives him back his mask that, if memory serves, flew off about a dozen blocks back when he was on the outside of the car.

"There is one scene I loved: the scene in the operating room where Doc Ock's tentacles go all nutso. That scene was pure Raimi. I can see why you loved the elevator scene with Hal Sparks. I wonder, was he playing his same character from 'Queer as Folk'?

"And I loved FARENHEIT 9/11. Saw it the Saturday it premiered as all the Friday shows were sold out. When the credits rolled, there wasn't a dry eye or an unclapping palm in the house." -- Charles S. Lewis III, Daly City, CA.

S.O.P.

"The reason for Fox Home Video putting out the R and NC-17 versions of THE DREAMERS, of course, is that Blockbuster doesn't carry NC-17 films. This policy is why cheap R movies who want to throw in more nudity have an unrated version, as BB will carry those. Pure hypocrisy.

"Along the same lines, one of my pet peeves is Hollywood not meeting with the newspaper press to advocate the carrying of advertising for NC-17 films. Yes, some NC-17 films will be a bit more risque but it will give a more accurate description to many R films that should be nudged up a notch in classification. PG-13 was added to reduce the broadness of PG films and NC-17 should do the same for R-rated movies, however, no one is making any effort to make it work.

"Unfortunately, people learned the wrong lesson from SHOWGIRLS. Its failure was taken as proof that an NC-17 movie can't make money. However, the movie had a nice opening weekend, if I remember correctly. It bombed from there on because it stunk, not because it was NC-17." -- Paul Smith, Vice President, Gallagher Captive Services, Itasca, IL.

Wells to Smith: I figured Blockbuster was the reason for the DREAMERS decision, but for some bizarre reason the Fox Video publicist I spoke to last week didn't want to cop to this.



 

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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."












Addicted to Bad
by Patrick Keller

International Intrigue
by Alison Veneto

Nocturnal Admissions
by D.K. Holm

Strange Impersonation
by Kim Morgan

Trailer Park
by Christopher Stipp




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