Sunday used to be the Oscar Poker recording day, but competing weekend activities (i.e., family commitments) have been interfering lately. I can remember talking about…about….uhhm…oh, right, To Kill A Mockingbird. Sasha Stone and I definitely covered that topic. And the emotionally difficult feat of buying a car (and how women are the primary instigators of this painful process). And the constant beatings I’ve suffered for saying that “certain” parties were inclined to favor The Hunger Games.
Boxoffice.com‘s Phil Contrino chimed in on the box-office situation, and the likelihood that The Three Stooges will fizzle. Here’s a stand-alone mp3 link.
Tom Hanks will probably play Walt Disney in a making-of-Mary Poppins pic called Saving Mr. Banks, with Emma Thompson expected to play Poppins author P.L. Travers. Variety‘s Marc Graser is reporting that the Disney-based project, to be directed by John Lee Hancock, is “based on the true story of how Disney spent 14 years courting Travers for the film rights to the character,” who was played by Julie Andrews in the classic family flick.
The name in the title refers to a character who was played in the 38 year-old film by David Tomlinson. I have no recollection of the Banks character, but he was the cold and snooty paterfamilias of the Banks clan, and Mary Poppins’ employer. I also can’t remember who Tomlinson-the-actor was. (I had to look him up, and his face didn’t register.) On top of which Hanks will obviously wear a moustache throughout this film. These things in themselves spell possible trouble.
But if the script can somehow work in a reference to cryogenic freezing, I’ll be at least semi-placated.
A guy I know who gets around has seen “almost all” of Tim Burton‘s Dark Shadows. He reports the following: “While it has Beetlejuice elements, this is not a broad comedy. It’s a gothic romance with strong farcical elements, but the trailer makes it seem like Love at First Bite and it definitely is not.
“Johnny Depp‘s Barnabas Collins has a bit of a Chauncey Gardner quality as a fish out of water, and there are even elements of H.G. Wells from Time After Time as far as a cultured character trying to fit into a drastically changed society. The anachronism-based humor does work quite well. The film is funny, but it also has full-bodied horror elements. Barnabas does kill people in this and when he engages on a full-out war against Angelique (Eva Green), the evil witch who cursed him, they’re playing for keeps and it’s a bloody battle.
“In short there’s more of the Burton Sweeney Todd than the trailer implies. This is not Burton’s Addams Family, but a successful amalgamation of his comedic and gothic horror styles.”
Oh, and Michelle Pfeiffer‘s performance as Elizabeth Collins Stoddard (the mother of Chloe Moretz‘s Carolyn, who reminds me in the trailer of Winona Ryder‘s character in Beetlejuice) is “her strongest work in years.”
Which of these guys are convincing as action heroes who could really and truly defeat rugged male opponents? Today’s birthday girl doesn’t cut it and neither does the drop-dead beautiful mom with the lips. You can’t be too small or too thin. You need a little weight on you (i.e., big bones) and some real muscle tone, and it doesn’t hurt if you have thunder thighs. Nobody’s gonna buy a warrior with a sword and a chest plate who’s maybe 5’1″ tall and weights 105 pounds, if that. Just sayin’.
Ben Kingsley will play some kind of undefined, who-gives-a-shit? bad guy in Iron Man 3, which will begin filming next month and open on 5.3.13. Variety‘s Justin Kroft is reporting that Kingsley won’t be playing Mandarin, which is yet another variation on the kind of rote, Marvel-patented wanker villain that we’re all sick to death of…sick to the point of vomiting on the pavement. If there’s a slight chance that Kingsley’s part is still being formulated, I have a suggestion for director-writer Shane Black: bring back Don Logan.
It doesn’t matter if Logan died 12 years ago in Sexy Beast. The Iron Man fan base is too shallow to have seen Sexy Beast and if some of them have seen it and don’t like the idea of a dead guy being a threat to Tony Stark, eff ’em if they can’t take a joke. Iron Man 3 is a joke, the fan base is a bigger joke, and the Republican known as Robert Downey, Jr. is the biggest joke of all. Just bring Logan back with the bloody Cockney acccent and give him bleedin’ super-powers. Those who know Sexy Beast will be delighted with Don’s return, I can tell you that.
Don Logan is the only truly iconic character Kingsley has ever played besides Mahatma Gandhi, and Logan’s power to too potent not to be used again. And his criminal personality is perfect for an empty cash-grab franchise flick like Iron Man 3, which of course will star Downey as Stark and costar Scarlett Johansson, Gwyneth Paltrow and Don Cheadle. Just bring Don back and give him super-powers.
The reason Paramount has bumped the opening of Sacha Baron Cohen‘s The Dictator from Friday, 5.11 to Wednesday, 5.16 is to avoid a big nasty face-off with Tim Burton‘s Dark Shadows, which opens on 5.11. This happened for two reasons. Okay, one reason — i.e., The Dictator is weak (or weak-ish) and Dark Shadows is getting stronger and stronger, perception-and expectation-wise.
Paramount knows that Cohen has come to the end of his string with playing eccentric deadpan loons in found-footage pseudo-docs, and that The Dictator is basically another Borat/Bruno — i.e., not that muscular, light in the loafers. And Paramount has also realized (along with everyone else) that Dark Shadows isn’t Sleepy Hollow as much as Beetlejuice. Even I didn’t get this until I saw a recent Shadows trailer in a theatre a week or so ago.
This illustration of a quote from last night’s Mad Men episode (a line passed along by Pauline, the gross fatty who was babysitting Don Draper’s daughter, Sally) is by Chris Piascik. It’s featured in a 4.9 Esquire.com synopsis/commentary piece by Sloane Crosley called “Under The Bed — Sexual Fantasy (The Good Kind and the Bad Kind) Is In The Air.”
Last night’s National Geographic special about James Cameron and an elite team of investigators updating the forensics on the Titanic disaster was pretty good. Here’s an updated video that the special concluded with — a more knowledgable and accurate rendering of how the sinking happened than the animated video shown in the 1996 film, which was based, of course, on what Cameron and his team believed at the time. (And now they know better.)
Oh, and by the way…
“One of the founding manifestos of hater culture, Titanic came out just as the internet was starting to rise up and merge into the ocean of our lives, and though, at that point, most of the hate directed at the movie was conversational and anecdotal, in spirit it was computer-viral. It was about fragments of resentment banding together and organizing themselves into a cult, a movement, an anti-fan club. It was Occupy James Cameron’s Unspeakable Dialogue.
“What gave the movement its motivating force? What made the fragments band together like angry iron filings? If Titanic was one of the original lightning rods for hater culture, part of the reason that the film made such a perfect target is that what the haters were really attacking wasn’t ‘bad dialogue’ so much as a huge, powerful, ambitious movie, by a geek-god filmmaker, that actually dared to be innocent about love. For if there’s one thing that Internet culture, with its immersion in hipness, control, technology, and a certain masculine mystique that binds all those things together, cannot abide, it is romantic innocence. It can’t abide the feminine spirit entering into the machine.
“And that’s the essence of what Titanic was. It was a movie that found love in the machine, even as the machine was destroyed. No wonder the haters hated it. Their real identification was with the machine. They didn’t want to see a movie in which the heart — but not the ship — goes on.” — from Owen Gleiberman’s EW piece about how Titanic gave rise to hater culture.
Because last fall’s New York Film Festival Lincoln Center showing of the restored Ben-Hur was such a bust, I decided to check out last night’s screening of this 1959 classic at the American Cinematheque. It looked pretty good and for the first time in my life, I saw the 2.76 to 1 aspect ratio on a large scale. But the center dialogue track was on the weak side — you had to cup your ears to clearly hear every word. There’s always something not quite right or good enough.
But honestly? I didn’t want to go to the Cinematheque at all because of the film bums who always show up at these screenings. The late Stuart Byron coined this term in the late ’70s or early ’80s, and I think we all know what it means. It means older film obsessives who always look a little saggy, beefy and tattered. Paunchy, T-shirty, easy-fit jeans, sandals with socks, jowly, unkempt. They never attend with women because they don’t have girlfriends — they never do. I’m sorry but it creeps me out to sit in their vicinity. Slightly. I walk into a theatre and see them sitting there and I think to myself, “Oh, Jesus…I can’t be near these guys.”
I would feel differently if they attended with ladies or with a small group or with male friends, even, and if they dressed more uptown (sport jackets, leather jackets, freshly-pressed slacks or 514s or anything with a little style, flamboyant socks, quality leather lace-up shoes). Or…you know, if they just suggested in any way that they have a life.
From Facebook page of Washington, D.C.-residing, Truman and Eisenhower-era comic book & illustration collector Ron Evry (“Mr. Ron’s Basement”). All genuinely creative people (like me) are either penny-pinching or indifferent to luxury-laden lifestyles, or at least until they get corrupted. But they always buy quality. A voice is telling me that Clift’s 1940 vehicle was a Hupmobile.
