I couldn’t get into tonight’s Egyptian screening of John Michael McDonaugh‘s The Guard, but I was allowed to take pictures of the post-screening q & a with McDonaugh and his cast — Brendan Gleeson, Don Cheadle, Mark Strong, Liam Cunningham and Dominique McElligot. I ran into Harvey Weinstein, who said he “liked it…it’s a very charming film.” I talked to another guy who said the same thing. What does that mean?

Post-screening tweet from Entertainment Weekly‘s Anthony Breznican: “Drugs & gun-stealing, prostitute-patronizing, racist smart-ass Irish cop? The Guard has such a sick sense of humor that this is the hero.”

MSN’s James Rocchi‘s response: “Gleeson/Cheadle mismatch cop yarn has a giddily perverse sense of language, morality, genre. Rough chuckles and great bloody fun.” I’m sorry, but that makes me nervous. I don’t trust perversity that’s effing giddy.

Charlize Theron

Deadline‘s Mike Fleming, filing from Park City, has checked with several major buyers and listed seven Sundance films “most often identified as priority acquisition targets“:

(1) Jesse Peretz‘s My Idiot Brother, a comedy w/ Paul Rudd, Elizabeth Banks, Zooey Deschanel, Emily Mortimer; (2) Dito Montiel‘s The Son of No One w/Channing Tatum, Al Pacino, Katie Holmes, Tracy Morgan, Ray Liotta, Juliette Binoche; (3) Jacob Aaron Estes‘ The Details w/Tobey Maguire, Elizabeth Banks, Laura Linney, Ray Liotta and Dennis Haysbert; (4) Lee Tamahori‘s The Devil’s Double w/Dominic Cooper; (5) JC Chandor‘s Margin Call w/Kevin Spacey, Paul Bettany, Jeremy Irons, Zachary Quinto, Demi Moore and Stanley Tucci; and two horror films — (6) Chris Kentis‘s The Silent House and Kevin Smith‘s Red State.

I wrote my ex-employer Kevin Smith this morning about getting into one of the two Sundance screenings of Red State. (Preferably the 8:30 am Library showing on 1.24.) No press screenings scheduled and we all know what this implies, but the only Smith film I’ve had any significant issues with was Jersey Girl. “I know what your policy is, but I’d love to be excepted from it,” I wrote him. “Oh, and I ran into [Red State costar] Melissa Leo yesterday afternoon,” I added. “She’s happy.”

The film’s villains are red-state religious wackos. I’m sure they’re going to get theirs by the conclusion. For this alone I’m half in the tank for this thing.

For what it’s worth, last month director Richard Kelly (a Smith pally) told Slashfilm’s Peter Sciretta that “I’ve never seen a filmmaker reinvent himself” the way Smith has via Red State. “I won’t say anything else because I don’t want to spoil anything. It’s really really exciting. If the movie ends up playing at Sundance, I might actually come up to just see the audience’s response.”

Each and every day casual newsstand and online readers are deluged with hot smokin’ bods. Actresses, models, female musicians, Olympic-level skiiers…they’re all flashing big-time. And I think it’s fair in such an atmosphere to insert a minor anatomical comment about….here it comes…navels. Or more particularly, the importance of innies. Nobody has an outie but flatties, for me, are a bit of a speed bump. Okay, more than that. Then again they’re rare. You should be able to say stuff like this if you keep it simple and brief.

I’ve been attending Sundance Film Festival kick-off news conferences-starring-Robert Redford for several years now, and they’re just not very newsworthy. There’s nothing else to do today, I realize, but I’m still sitting here in the condo and I’m gonna pass this time…no offense. Let me put it differently: as a new-media experiment I’m going to watch it via video-streaming.

So far Ivan Reitman‘s No Strings Attached has a 50% Rottten Tomatoes rating — flunk. This is underlined by a portion of Karina Longworth‘s L.A. Weekly/Village Voice review when she points out the irony of the film being about “introspective outsiders waging the good fight against Hollywood assholery” while leaving “a shtick stain that reeks of crass Hollywood conventionality.”

Ashton Kutcher, Natalie Portman in No Strings Attached.

But the L.A.-residing Longworth is more culturally and generationally akin to Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman‘s characters than most other critics, and so her sympathetic remarks are worth considering.

“Very little happens in this film that couldn’t realistically happen in the lives of actual beautiful-but-brainy, non-obnoxiously moneyed and ambitious twentysomethings circa now,” she writes. “At times, No Strings Attached feels almost shockingly attuned to the particular angst of its time and place.

“Portman’s third-act flight from Kutcher’s feelings would play as a predictable beat in a rom-com that only wanted to tear its lovers apart so it could bring them together again; it’s to Reitman and [screenwriter] Elizabeth Meriwether‘s credit that here it feels organic, a testament to the difficulty of accepting love at face value in a culture in which artificiality is the norm, sincere feelings are foreign enough to be frightening, and old-fashioned romance can seem like a suspicious affect.

“The idea of keeping it real in a highly artificial climate is mirrored by Meriwether’s script itself, which takes a moribund stock genre skeleton and animates it with multilayered characters who, for the most part, speak in the casual cadences of real people….[and with the film] confidently making the case that the tsuris of just being 26 and trying to figure out how to love and be loved is conflict enough.”

In short, Longworth is cutting the film a break in part because she’s living a similar kind of 20something/early-30something Los Angeles life in this or that way, and because she relates to the youngish Meriwether and the world she created and conveyed on the page before Reitman came along and, apparently, Reitmanized it.

College Humor’s Natalie Portman extended-laugh video is cheap bullshit. It’s viralling around so I may as well address it rather than ignore. Yes, she let go with a dorky laugh, but it’s coming from a deep libidinal place (i.e., I’m loved and desired by a handsome guy, hah-hah!). In any event some women just laugh that way. I’ve been listening to packs of 20something females laugh iike this in Starbucks cafes and bars for years, and so what? You can create a repeat-loop video of anyone laughing and make them look doofusy.

I realize that Quentin Dupieux‘s Rubber (on demand 2.25, theatrical 4.1) has played at other festivals including Cannes 2010, but wouldn’t it be great if it could show at Sundance or Slamdance? You can tell right away from this recently-posted trailer that Dupieux knows exactly what he’s doing. And a journalist-roommate who caught it at last November’s Stockholm Film Festival says it’s “really good.”

Right now the ratio of Green Hornet-type movies (corporate crap, death of the spirit, serious wounding of Seth Rogen) vs. Rubber-type movies (cleverness, originality, coolness) is about 20 to 1. That needs to change. Rubber and Hobo With A Shotgun are both about a strange outsider who kills with impugnity. At best I’m approaching Hobo with extreme caution (especially given emphatic claims that there’s no way I’ll be able to extract a kill-the-Wall-Street-guys metaphor), but I’m already in the tank for Rubber.

I should have seen it at last May’s Cannes Critics Week. I wrote about it as the festival began but I dropped the ball for some reason.

Rubber “is the story of Robert, an inanimate tire that has been abandoned in the desert, and suddenly and inexplicably comes to life,” the site says. “As Robert roams the bleak landscape, he discovers that he possesses terrifying telepathic powers that give him the ability to destroy anything he wishes without having to move.”

The cast includes Stephen Spinella, Jack Plotnick, Wings Hauser, Roxane Mesquida, Ethan Cohn (I presume this isn’t a typo and that it’s not Ethan Coen),

Charley Koontz and Daniel Quinn.

This YouTube trailer is okay, but it isn’t nearly as grabby and well-cut as the more recent one that went up a day or two ago.