How many scripts would be out the window if there was suddenly a worldwide ban on all plots driven or influenced by alchoholism, drug addiction, economic desperation caused by drugs or booze, low-rent assholery and obesity (i.e., traits largely owned by the lower-middle-classes and underclass)? A third? More? I for one would be ecstatic if this rule were to be implemented. I realize that Hollywood perversely needs the primitive-appetites class because they lead to bad situations and thereby provide lots of raw material. But the less these tendencies are part of your own life (or the lives of your friends and family members) the more boring they seem. If I never see another movie about an alcoholic (unless it’s something exceptional like Leaving Las Vegas) or drug addict (unless it’s something exceptional like The Basketball Diaries) it’ll be too soon. What if the MPAA could rate films ALMCL (“about lower middle-class losers”) in addition to moralistic ratings concerning sex and violence?
Day: September 14, 2013
“People ‘Round Here Don’t Kiss and Make Up”
Jason Statham programmers are almost always about lowbrow grunt-rage, but I was half into the idea of seeing this thing because of the presence of James Franco and Kate Bosworth (too slim and pretty to be living in Yeehawville?) in adverserial roles. But Gary Fleder directing and Sylvester Stallone producing and co-writing probably means exactly what you think it means.
“Whoa, Nelly” on 12 Years, Black Oscars
It might be premature to predict that 12 Years A Slave will win the Best Picture Oscar and that its director, star and female costar — Steve McQueen, Chiwetel Ejiofor and Lupita Nyong’o — could take the Best Director, Best Actor and Best Supporting Actress trophies. But having seen Slave I can say without question that it’s not crazy or unreasonable to imagine this. At all. And if you throw in those other spitball noms for The Butler‘s Forrest Whitaker (Best Actor) and Oprah Winfrey (Best Supporting Actress) and Fruitvale Station‘s Ryan Coogler (Best Director) and Michael Jordan (Best Actor) you’re talking about the strongest Afro-centric presence at the Oscars in Hollywood history.
Balboa vs. Lamotta
It’s obvious what Grudge Match (Warner Bros., 12.25) will be — leave it there. But what about the Sylvester Stallone-as-Edgar Allen Poe film that was never made and which we’ll probably never see? That would be a new kind of hip comedy. I can do a pretty good imitation of Stallone muttering “once upon a midnight duhweerhy…”
Agreeable Food Porn
The 70% Rotten Tomatoes consensus is that Christian Vincent‘s Haute Cuisine (Weinstein Co., 9.30), which will have an invitational screening in Manhattan on Monday night, is a pleasant enough, true-life diversion for foodies. Synopsis: “Renowned Perigord chef Hortense Laborie (Catherine Frot) is appointed personal chef for French president Francois Mitterand (Jean d’Ormesson)…despite jealous resentment from the other kitchen staff, the authenticity of her cooking seduces the President, but the corridors of power are littered with traps.” The Real McCoy’s name was/is Daniele Delpeuch — for some legal reason they changed her name for the film. The trailer’s use of “These Boots Are Made For Walkin'” scares me to death.
Benjamin’s Hendrix Is Almost Perfect
Three or four days ago I was grappling with a screening conflict — John Ridley‘s All Is By My Side (a.k.a., the year in the life of Jimi Hendrix film with Andre Benjamin/Andre 3000 as the late groundbreaking musician) or Daniel Schecter‘s Life of Crime, the period kidnapping drama based on Elmore Leonard‘s The Switch. I compromised by deciding to catch the first 40% of All Is By My Side before Life of Crime began, but two or three minutes after settling into the Hendrix I was having doubts about this strategy because of Benjamin’s dead-on performance. It was obvious he’d captured Hendrix’s manner, vibe, voice…that gentleness, that ambivalent but spiritually directed mood-trip thing. Plus I was feeling a certain comfort with Ridley’s script and direction. I wasn’t knocked flat but I was saying to myself, “This kind of works…yeah.”
(l.) Musical-cosmic revolutionary Jimi Hendrix; ((r.) Andre Benjamin (a.k.a. Andre 3000) as Hendrix in John Ridley‘s All Is By My Side.