Month: January 2007

I happened to come upon a thumbnail this morning of the infamous 12.12.05 Time cover that started all the trouble for Steven Spielberg‘s Munich — a cover that basically said, “Old media has come down from Mt. Sinai and lo, here is the film of the year, a film of our time…a masterful, heart-palpitating Oscar-worthy drama by a legendary filmmaker who has spoken to Time and Time only.”

With one fell swoop…

With Sundance ’07 already being labelled as “ehh” by some of the buyers, it’s good to recall a crusty old Park City truism: in doubt or despair, go to the docs, go to World Cinema, go to Slamdance and buttonhole Variety‘s Robert Koehler.

The death of Art Buchwald, the hotshot political columnist who peaked in the ’60s and’70s, was announced yesterday by his son. Buchwald’s humor was never, as I recall, terribly savage or incendiary — he worked and played within the established boundaries — but in his better moments he displayed a delicious wit.

Rich guys who can’t wait for the June ’07 debut of the iPhone may have already heard that South Korea’s LG Electronics Co. is launching a Prada phone, a $780 mobile device that offers a buttonless touch-screen interface that’s a lot like the iPhone’s — and which will be in stores in Europe next month.

The Globe and Mail‘s Liam Lacey today reiterated the envelope-pushing theme of this year’s Sundance Film Festival — “If you want to get people worked up, you can’t beat the combination of incendiary politics and twisted sex.” Lacey lists seven examples. Quick, without looking…how many can you recite off the top of your head? (There’ve been a couple of Sundance stories already posted in this vein.)

Heather Graham in Adrift

The films are (a) Brett Morgen‘s Chicago 10, “about one of the more inflammatory trials in American history, the 1968 conspiracy trial of the Chicago Seven, [using] music, animation, contemporary actors and archival footage”; (b) Hounddog (a.k.a., untitled Dakota Fanning Rape Project) features the 12-year-old Fanning “as a girl in the 1950s who’s obsessed with the music of Elvis Presley, [and who is] violently raped and appears, at different times, either naked or in underpants.”
Plus Robinson Devor‘s already-immortal Zoo, the “horse-fucking” (or more accurately, “fucking-horse”) doc about a 45-year-old Seattle guy “who made videotapes of himself being anally penetrated by a stallion and died in 2005 after an internal injury”; Adrift In Manhattan, with Heather Graham playing “an unhappy New York optometrist who participates in what Variety describes as ‘an eye-popping sex scene'”; the not-so-hot (according to one critic) An American Crime, a reality-based tale about a deranged woman (Catherine Keener) involved in the hideous torture of an Indiana teenager (Ellen Page); and Teeth, is about a sexually assaulted Christian girl who discovers she has choppers in her vaginal cavity.
“Compared with these,” says Lacey, “the merely obsessive stalker documentary Crazy Love, about a married New York lawyer who has been obsessed with another woman for 50 years, sounds almost romantic.”

Financial Times writer David Bowen wrote today that Sen. Barack Obama‘s announcement of an exploratory committee about his likely U.S. presidential candidacy via his own website “shows that the web can be wonderful, but only if it works hand in hand with the steam-driven world, so don’t go writing off newspapers and television just yet.”
Does Bowen’s view — obviously an old-media way of looking of things, but not without a pinch of real-world validity — apply in any way, shape or form to entertainment news stories?
“I know the Obama site exists only because I read it about in the papers,” Bowen goes on. “All the reports noted that Obama made the announcement on [it]. If they had not, what would have happened? No one (well, few people) would have thought to look for it. It would have remained just one among millions of websites that can be found if you are looking for it, but you would be as unlikely to stumble across as you would to prick your finger on that needle in a haystack.
“This may seem blindingly obvious, but it is a good example of an important point that is perhaps being forgotten. The web is a secondary medium. Obama√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Äû¬¢s site may be a pleasing way of getting his message across…but only if people find it via a primary medium.
“What do I mean by primary medium? Simply, one that people will turn to themselves, or be exposed to without effort √ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Ǩ≈ì a high visibility medium, you might call it. Newspaper articles or advertisements, television reports or commercials, radio ditto, hoardings by the side of the road. Indeed the billboard on a busy road probably wins the visibility prize: it is difficult not to see.”

On the L.A.-to-Salt Lake City plane today, a critic passed along a starting-to-sound-familiar observation, which is that Sundance ’07 is looking more and more like an off year. A friend of the critic has seen 20 of the films being shown here and so far he’s saying “naaah”….flat, so-so, nothing to write home about material…a couple of almost-but-not-quite- as-good-as-Half Nelson flicks, and apparently nothing even close to a Little Miss Sunshine-type breakout waiting to happen. “Apparently,” I say.
On top of which I talked to a guy who said he’d seen and didn’t care for Tommy O’Haver‘s An American Crime…just that kind of year, they all seem to be saying. (I heard the same damn thing from two big-time buyers in Manhattan a couple of weeks ago.)
That said, USA’s Today‘s Anthony Breznican has come up with six possibly hot Sundance films showing over the next few days, blah, blah.

I couldn’t be bothered yesterday to mention the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences Best Foreign Language Film award short list. Couldn’t get to it today either. But of the nine films chosen (Days of Glory, Water, After the Wedding, Avenue Montaigne, The Lives of Others, Pan’s Labyrinth, Black Book, Volver and Vitus), the final five have to include The Lives of Others, Pan’s Labyrinth and Volver, right? That leaves room for two other finalists. They’ll be announced on 1.23.07 along with everything and everyone else.

The Sundance plane leaves at 3:40 pm and I, uhm….haven’t finished packing. No more filing until tonight sometime. Up, up and away. (Presumably.)

ThinkFilm honcho Mark Urman resented last night’s post about Zoo and wrote the following: “Zoo, if you really want to know, is extremely artsy, totally un-sensationalistic, and 100% ‘specialty.’ Alas — writers insist upon calling it ‘the horse-fucking movie‘ and talking about it in tabloid terms, and flinging it at a broad-based audience that is not equipped to meet it on its own terms.”

I wrote back straight away and said “the only touchstone I have in the naked male-stimulated-by-horse genre of drama is Equus. Does Zoo touch upon any of the themes and/or musings in Peter Shaffer’s play?
“When people spoke of Equus in shorthand in the ’70s, they said (a) it was about an unstable stable boy who blinds three or four horses, and (b) it has great performances and (c) it has a nude scene in the stable between the boy and a girl. People think and relate in shorthand. You’re far too savvy and perceptive not to have understood from the get-go that this movie would be processed as a thing about horse sex. A guy dying from anal intercourse with a horse is a tabloid subject — it’s a story that’s straight out of Weekly World News.”
To which Urman replied, “Zoo has larger themes, but not quite the same as Shaffer’s. Equus explores the passion of Alan Strang (who was in fact mad) and compares it , somewhat romantically, to the dry, rationalism of the shrink. Zoo is the sad, strange-but-true story of someone who explores his dark side and gets lost in the darkness. But the film does not romanticize the passion in question, nor does it imply that it’s comparable to, superior to, or even related to normal adult male urges.
“And while I fully expect people to refer to this — and any — film in somewhat reductive terms, I think that ‘the horse-fucking’ movie is a phrase that not even the Weekly World News would use!”