“If you haven’t seen Paul Verhoeven‘s Black Book (Sony Classics, 3.9.07), get your butt into a screening. If you can imagine Verhoeven’s over-the-top style and his obsession with female nudity, blood and other bodily fluids grafted onto a somewhat traditional World War II film about the Dutch underground fighting the Nazis….well, you may not believe what you’re seeing.

“It is both utterly ridiculous and fabulously entertaining, but at 145 minutes it moves like lightning, It looks in some ways like a 1940s MGM flick (think The Cross of Lorraine) but with a 2006 sensibility. I was chuckling all the way through at how florid it was, but have to admit I thoroughly enjoyed it.” — Manhattan-based hit-shot journalist Lewis Beale in an e-mail sent this morning.
http://www.blackbook-lefilm.com/home.htm

“A lot of reviewers nowadays, they fall into that vice: they want stories, they want explanations, they want exposition and they want political postures. Why does cinema have to be a medium for making political statements as opposed to presenting facts, presenting elements and then you making your own conclusions — even if they are elusive? There’s nothing more beautiful than elusiveness in cinema.√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√Ǭù — Children of Men helmer Alfonso Cuaron to Movie City Indie‘s Ray Pride in a 12.19 piece appearing on Stu VanAirsdale‘s The Reeler.

Complete agreement with David Carr/”the Bagger” on Nathaniel R.‘s tiny but hilarious little riff on the Best Actress race.
Knowing that Helen Mirren has the Oscar so totally in the bag is a little dispiriting; ditto Forest Whitaker taking the Best Actor trophy for The Last King of Scotland. It would be at least somewhat enjoyable (i,.e., interesting to write about) if there was even a slight sense of a horse race. But c’mon…no one’s going to take it from Mirren. (Right?) It’s a done deal.
And yet a Fox Searchlight rep confided last night that Whitaker’s absolute dominance with the critics groups so far is giving her colleagues a twitch of concern because it sets the stage for a possible Leonardo DiCaprio, Will Smith or Peter O’Toole surge. Maybe one of these three will take it regardless — the Academy has often ignored critics’ champions.

A reader pointed out yesterday that Peter Yates‘ The Friends of Eddie Coyle, one of the great ’70s crime films (and probably the best Boston crime movie ever made, no disrespect to The Departed), will play Friday, January 5, at the American Cinematheque’s Overlook/Underrated series at the Egyptian.

This feels like fourteenth or fifteenth goad for Paramount Home Video (or whomever owns the rights) to please stand up and fund a decent high-def remastering and release this little masterpiece on DVD, complete with audio commentary (Yates is still around — too many others have passed including star Robert Mitchum and costar Peter Boyle) and some kind of looking-back, respect-must-be-paid documentary.
Turner Classic Movies is allowing viewers to vote for the films they’d most like to see released on DVD. Eddie Coyle is ranked #36, but it needs more supporters. Turner says that they notify distributors of movies with high demand, so fans need to vote to improve its standing. Here’s the link.

“Movie directors love to show off, and one of the ways they strut their stuff is with long, single-take shots — they’re a hallmark of Brian De Palma. Children of Men director Alfonso Cuaron and longtime cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki also were drawn to such lengthy shots but for a different reason: They felt they would immerse the audience in the story.
“I think they are pretty staggering, but they are not showy,” says Men star Clive Owen, who was called on to perform scenes 10 minutes and longer, many of them filled with gunfire, explosions and crashes. “They are trying to put you viscerally in the middle of things — to make you feel you are in the situation.” — from L.A. Times entertainment writer John Horn‘s piece (12.19) on Cuaron’s film (Universal, 12.25), its making and its atmospheric themes.

“The real and great questions of conscience and accountability would not loom so ominously — unanswered or evaded at such tremendous cost — without our day-to-day failure to insist on genuine accountability. Of course we’d prefer some easy ways to get there. But no easy ways exist. Not a new Congress. Not Barack Obama. And not John McCain. His courage in North Vietnamese prison makes him a heroic man. His voting record in Congress makes him a damaging public servant. We have gotta stand the fuck up and show the world how powerful are the people in a democracy. That’s how we regain our position of example, rather than pariah, to the world at large. And that is how we can begin to put up our chins and allow pride and unification to raise our own quality of life and security.” — Sean Penn on the state of things, from remarks delivered last night (12.18.06) upon his receiving the 2006 Christopher Reeve First Amendment Award from The Creative Coalition.

A reported (and undeniably brilliant, if true) career move for Tom Cruise: personally bankrolling The Thetan, a Scientology-inspired drama about a so-named alien leader and immortal spiritual being, blah, blah. Anyone would have trouble believing this Daily Telegraph story about Cruise having cast Victoria Beckham in the said-to-be-forthcoming film, but if it’s real…Battlefield Earth 2! The bizarre element is Cruise allegedly describing Beckham, wife of soccer superstar David Beckham, as a “comic genius.” This implies that The Thetan (which the Telegraph piece says was “rejected by all the major film studios”) will presumably make use of said comic gifts, which in turn suggests the film will be in some way comedic? Good God.

I’ve already pointed to Bill Nighy‘s Davy Jones performance in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest as unjustly overlooked, and we may as well acknowledge that his acting as Cate Blanchett‘s perplexed husband in Notes on a Scandal (Fox Searchlight, 12.2.7) probably won’t be received with much more than fitting respect. There’s only one way to really appreciate how good Nighy is these days, and that’s coming to Manhattan, plunking down close to $200 bucks (i.e., yourself and a friend) and catching him in David Hare‘s The Vertical Hour at the Music Box. (A tall order but worth it.)
This play “confirms [Nighy’s] exclusive brand of greatness,” John Heilpern wrote not long ago in the N.Y. Observer. “Nighy looks like one of Whistler√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Äû¬¢s rakish, languid aristocrats lolling about the place. He√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Äû¬¢s awesomely relaxed, an urbane presence, cultivated, ironic in the light English style, and razor-sharp. His innate, mercurial spontaneity makes it hard to imagine him giving the same performance twice. He possesses the stagecraft and dangerous edge of a Michael Gambon with tics. To watch him in The Vertical Hour nonchalantly responding to [Julianne Moore’s] misguided American earnestness is to appreciate the nature of lethally understated disdain.”