Animals aren’t just poking through as the stars of new films, but are giving killer performances…so to speak. This is almost the view of Pete Hammond, who saw Frank Marshall’s Eight Below (Disney, 2.17) at the all-media last Monday. He also showed Eight Below to his UCLA “Sneak Preview” class last week and says “it went through the roof…one woman said it was the best film she’d ever seen at the series.” He also says that the Huskies and Malamutes in the film are phenomenally touching, and that they almost seem to show acting chops. I couldn’t be bothered to see Eight Below because (a) it looked sappy, (b) I’m starting to wonder if Walker is making the right career calls, and (c) because I’m a narrative animal-movie snob. Except, of course, when it comes to movies like Robert Bresson’s Au Hasard, Balthazar (a sad donkey movie)or Alejandro Gonzalez Innaritu’s Amores Perros (sad dogs). Bresson’s would be an excellent film to remake, of course. It can’t be improved upon, but most people out there won’t rent or buy the Criterion DVD so at least a remake would be seen, although a Balthazar remake would probably turn out better if the Disney people had nothing to do with it. I’m serious about this — animal movies are vaguely in vogue now, and a Balthazar remake would be an upscale way to go with at least a potential of being a critical favorite and an award-winner, if only because cultured film lovers regard the Bresson film as a landmark art film.

An interactive Oscar ballot that the New York Times would love you to fill out.

I’ve decided to simultaneously shock myself and the readership by actually doing an “Elsewhere Live” broadcast when I’m supposed to, which is Thusdays at 5 pm Pacific, 8 pm Eastern. So here goes…the main subect is John Scheinfeld’s Who is Harry Nilssn (and Why Is Everyone Talking About Him)?…listen if you’ve a mind to.

The writing has been on the wall for Harrison Ford‘s downturn for years. I saw it coming when he turned down the Michael Douglas part in Traffic, and now he’s finally burned himself out with audiences because he won’t divert from doing the same old well-made but tired formula films like Firewall. Plus he’s just looking too grandfatherly to be the older hero type. So it’s downshift time and it happens to the best of them. It happened to Redford and Newman. (I think Newman handled it the best of all with his character parts, etc. Redford seems to be somewhere between over and treading water.) But the Harrison Ford of Clear and Present Danger (the best film he’s made in the last twelve years, I feel) is over the hill and gone for good, I’m afraid. He just needs to start playing crochety older guys, is all. Or start taking offers from the indie sector. Not a terrible thing, and hitting it in the right kind of indie film could bring him back, in a sense.

The feds obviously suspect that Mike Ovitz, the former CAA topper, ex-Disney honcho and failed management-agency chief, hired Anthony Pellicano to use his wiretapping skills to get information about people Ovitz was dealing or negotiating with. This is why Ovitz has been called before a grand jury “to testify about his dealings and conversations with Pellicano, who pleaded not guilty to charges that were unsealed last week in a 110-count indictment,” says a New York Times story by David Halbfinger and Allison Hope Weiner. A person who hires someone to do something illegal means Mr. Moneybags is just as guilty and prosecutable as the one who was hired…right? That’s my layman’s understanding.

Steven Soderbergh‘s The Good German (Warner Bros., early-mid fall ’06) is set in 1945, not 1947…and it’s been described by Soderbergh not as a risky romance drama but as “a real murder mystery.” (Reader Joshua Flower, responding to the Dakr Horizons plot description I posted yesterday, says it “sounds like a bit of a gloss on The Third Man.”) Plus it’s been shot in black and white, and that settles it — I’m in love. Why monochrome? “I’m incorporating archival footage into the movie and there’s just no other way to make it match,” Soderbergh told Suicide Girls correspondent Daniel Robert Epstein. (Pete Hammond tells me he was casually praising Clooney at a party last weekend for keeping the monochrome tradition alive with this and Good Night, and Good Luck, and Clooney answered, “Yeah, well, I think after The Good German that’s about it for the black-and-white thing.”) “Will it premiere at Cannes this year?” Epstein asks Soderbergh. “I hope so,” comes the reply.

Two and a half weeks until Oscar night, and the only question is whether George Clooney will beat Paul Giamatti for Best Supporting Actor. It’ll be Brokeback Mountain for Best Picture, and Ang Lee for Best Director, Capote‘s Philip Seymour Hoffman for Best Actor (although it should ideally be a tie between Hoffman and Heath Ledger), Walk the Line‘s Reese Witherspoon for Best Actress, Cinderella Man‘s Giamatti and Syriana‘s Clooney neck and neck, The Constant Gardener Rachel Weisz winning for Best Supporting Actress, Crash‘s Paul Haggis and Bobby Moresco for Best Original Screenplay, Brokeback Mountain‘s Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana for Best Adapted Screenplay, Gavin Hood‘s Tsotsi for Best Foreign Language Film (anti-Palestinian potshots have killed the chances of Paradise Now ); Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride ought to win the Best Animated Feature, but watch the majority give it to Wallace & Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit; Brokeback Mountain‘s Gustavo Santaolalla ought to win for
Best Original Score (please, please don’t give it John “Tuesday night at the Hollywood Bowl” Williams); “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp” for Hustle & Flow deserves to win for Best Original Song (as an overall tribute to the film).

I’ve never really looked at what Steven Soderbergh‘s The Good German (Warner Bros., early-mid fall ’06) actually is (or seems to be), and then along comes Garth Franklin and Dark Horizons with a short profile. It’s been directed by Soderbergh from a script by Paul Attanasio (and based on Joseph Kanon’s novel), with a cast including George Clooney, Cate Blanchett, Tobey Maguire, Beau Bridges and Jack Thompson. It’s a risky romance drama set in the bombed-out ruins of post-WWII Berlin, and it’s going to be a modest thing…perhaps an engrossing and well-made modest thing, but modest all the same with everyone wearing 1947 haircuts. U.S. Army war correspondent Jake Geismar (Clooney) is putting the blocks to former girlfriend Lena Brandt (Blanchett) while she tries to hook up with her missing husband Emil (Christian Oliver) so they can get out of Berlin and…I don’t know what. (Move to New Jersey? Buy a ranch in Northern California?) But Emil is the object of a manhunt by both the American and Russian armies, and “intrigue mounts as Jake tries to uncover the secrets Lena may be hiding in her desperation to get herself and her husband out of Berlin,” etc., etc. Tully (Tobey Maguire), a soldier in the American army motor pool assigned to drive Jake around Berlin, has black market connections that may be Lena’s way out — or lead them all into even darker territory. See what I mean?

This is almost the best review I’ve seen anywhere of Firewall. I don’t know who “Jeremy and Clint” are (the site says they’ve “been selectively reviewing films for a decade”), but I’d like to hear from them about each and every film henceforth. (This strip on Brokeback Mountain is less to my liking, but it makes a couple of fair/astute points.) Seriously…this is good stuff.

The N.Y. Times‘ David Carr (a.k.a., “the Bagger”) is sounding alarmed about the unwashed multitudes not turning up in sufficient numbers to see the four Best Picture nominees still in theatres — Brokeback Mountain, Munich, Good Night, and Good Luck and Capote . The import of this will be low ratings for the Oscar telecast, disappointing ad revenues for ABC and a generally bad impact upon the reputation of the Oscar Awards. Let me say this about that (as John F. Kennedy used to say): Fuck the ratings, fuck ABC’s ad revenue worries, fuck the unwashed multitudes for continuing to be relatively unmotivated about seeing Capote and all the other deserving Best Picture nominees, and — last but not least — downsize the Oscar show and put it on cable if need be because the culture is devolving, centers of cultivation are shrinking, and quality movies are simply no longer mass-market attractions. (Unless, that is, the ending of a quality film makes people cry and the word gets around about this.) This is the world we live in and the way it regrettably is. Deal with it, work with it and please stop kvetching about the lack of across-the-board support. If you’re serving elegant cuisine at a not-very-expensive restaurant that critics and people with taste have been salivating over, do you go out on the street and say, “This is a disaster!…all those people eating at McDonald’s, Wendy’s, KFC and Carl’s Jr. aren’t coming to sample our dishes. What are we doing wrong? Our legitimacy is at stake!”

This isn’t secret information (it’s on the IMDB), but a Turkish reader named Nedim Bali is reminding me that Valley of the Wolves: Iraq, the Rambo-ish anti-American action film that’s become a huge hit in Turkey, Austria and Germany, began life a TV series (minus the “I” word), and that Sharon Stone and Andy Garcia guest-starred opposite Necati Sasmaz, the star of the film as well as the series, in the final episode. Garcia played a mafia head and Stone played his wife. Bali says he’s heard/read they were paid $500,000 each for one day’s work. “It’s interesting that everyone keeps mentioning B-stars like Billy Zane and Gary Busey being in the film, but no one talks about these major stars involved practically in the same franchise,” Bali writes.

Indian film director T. Rajeevnath is today wearing a clown face and a dunce cap because he’s reportedly interested in casting Paris Hilton as the star of a new film about Mother Teresa, which he reportedly plans to shoot in English in West Bengal. Accurately or inaccurately, fairly or unfairly, the poor schmuck has been quoted as saying that his “agents in California have contacted Paris Hilton” about this proposal, and that he’s interested because he was “impressed when he heard the hotel heiress had refused to strip for Playboy magazine.” Rajeevnath has a background as a sane and honorable film artist, so go figure.