Edited by Jermain Odreman (“Jermyx“) of Venezuela.

For 30 article-writing years I’ve been using the exploding-head scene in Scanners as a metaphor for being driven crazy by movies that drive me crazy. And yet the only one (or portion of one) that comes to mind is the first 20 minutes of Baz Luhrman‘s Moulin Rouge. The still was captured by DVD Beaver from the new German Scanners Bluray.

I don’t know what I’d do if a supreme authority were to tell me I’ll no longer be allowed to see any more Asian films about (a) “young Japanese women whose breasts double as machine guns,” (b) “light-on-their-feet martial arts caper[s],” (c) “reasonably credible seventh-century mystery stories with supernatural elements” by way of Asian kung-fu, (d) “a beautiful courtier using her martial-arts skills to dress herself while dodging hundreds of arrows,” and blah blah. But I’d be upset.

Actually, make that really upset. I imagine I’d be shouting and writing angry emails and stamping my feet in protest. But after an hour or so I’d probably exhale and nod my head sagely and look at the supreme authority in the face and say, “All right, okay…I don’t like this but I accept it. I’ll no longer have the joy of pulp-popcorn Asian cinema in my life but c’est la vie.”

Deadline‘s Nikki Finke has not, in my mind, broken the news about Larry Crowne being a 4th of July shortfaller. She’s reporting today that tracking is indicating a mere $14 to $15 million tally for the four-day holiday weekend (i.e., from today through Monday evening) when it “should be” at least $20 million.

But Glenn Kenny, you see, put this out last night at 10:15 pm when he wrote that Crowne costars Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts “will, in less than 48 hours, be chastised by the usual suspects for an inability to put butts in seats.” I think we all know what the tea leaves say.

Saturday, 7.2 Update: Variety‘s Michael Sullivan reports that Crowne earned $4.043 million from 2,973 engagements on Friday, which is roughly in line with Finke’s projection.

“So are you going to the Con this year?,” a bright and ascerbic fanboy asked me a couple of days ago. Naah, I replied. I think it would be wrong…well, dishonest of me to go. How can I fantasize one minute about strafing the ComicCon faithful and then turn around and drive down to San Diego and say, “Hey, I’m here…read my coverage!”?

We kicked that one around a bit, and then he said that the Big Question, parroting what was written in the N.Y. Times on 6.13, is “who’s going to get hurt? Someone always does and distributors know that, and some of them are afraid. They show their footage in Hall H and bring out the talent and it doesn’t work and the chatter starts and sometimes it backfires.

“I’m wondering about Lionsgate and Hunger Games. They’ve been shooting for…what, a couple of months now and they’re saying that scheduling an appearance is too tough and they don’t have decent footage?”

Scheduling a Comic Con appearance is always tough while shooting a film, but if you grim up and decide you’re doing to do it come hell or high water…

“They need to be there. They need to be there. They’re grooming this franchise to be the inheritor of Twilight‘s shadow and they need to sell that. I don’t think anyone believes them anyway. If somebody says they’re going into rehab for painkillers I figure they’re probably a heroin addict. Everything is always one step down, you know that. If they say they aren’t far enough along, it means they’re concerned with what they have. They never say what’s going on.”

So no Hunger Games…

“No Hunger Games, no Man of Steel footage from Zack Snyder and the cast, no Dark Knight Returns, no John Carter of Mars, no Marvel presence.

“What they have are Cowboys & Aliens, the finished film, and there’s no way they’re not gonna have Indiana Jones and James Bond take a bow on-stage. And they have The Amazing Spider-Man and Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Tintin…there’s a chance that Spielberg could show up for that…Shark Night 3D, Immortals, Bill Condon‘s Twilight: Breaking Dawn and The Raven…some Edgar Allen Poe thing with John Cusack.”

“But the real story and the big Comic-Con competition is D23 (8.19 to 8.21).

“Three years ago Disney created this project called D23, a high-end promotional event that caters to mega-Disney freaks. That Rocketeer showing at El Capitan was a D23 event. They put on expos and D23 is catering to the hardest of the hardcore, and they’re at the Anahiem Convention Center within spitting distance of ComicCon, and they’re growing their own convention. Devin Faraci wrote that D23 is why Marvel isn’t doing ComicCon, and that he thinks D23 is ‘going to compete’ with ComicCon.”

A paragraph in Brad Brevet‘s pan of Larry Crowne (published early this morning) got me going. What are the likely financial particulars facing Tom Hanks‘ lovable, scooter-riding mellowhead, and does Mr. Crowne really qualify as being seriously damaged and downsized in our 2011 economy, and does he really have to abandon his one-story ranch house in order to make ends meet?

Franks’ restaurant (960 Olive Ave., Burbank), where Tom Hanks’ Larry Crowne lands a job after being given the heave-ho by UMart.

“Forgotten among the cutesy gags, gentle sobs and one whole week of job-searching is Larry’s Navy pension, thanks to 20 years of service,” Brevet wrote. “We’re talking probably $30,000 a year plus benefits on top of whatever he was making at U-Mart. His time in the Navy is a point made on more than one occasion, and it begins to make me wonder how much he owes on his home. How much does he have in savings? What was the reason for the divorce? Did his wife have a job? Was she contributing to the mortgage? Was he dishonorably discharged?”

Here’s what I wrote back to Brevet this morning. Keep in mind I’ve never been all that great with numbers but I have some capabilities in this realm:

“You’ve found research supporting a belief that Tom Hanks’ Larry Crowne pulls down an annual $30 thousand pension-plus-benefits from his 20-year stint in the Navy. But I’m not so sure about this. A 2006 Navy Times article says the following:

“‘For those who entered service prior to Sept. 8, 1980, retiring at 20 years is worth a straight 50 percent of final basic pay. An E-7 with 20 years of service who entered service in 1984 [is] under the High-3 plan. His average basic pay over the past three years is $3,342 per month, and 50 percent of that average equals a retirement pension of $1,671 per month, or $20,052 per year.'”

“Let’s say Larry Crowne is 52 years old, and he joined the Navy when he was 19, or 33 years ago (i.e., in 1979) so he qualified for System 1. And let’s say he made the rank of E7 as a cook. Cooks are not officers, of course — theyr’e enlisted guys who rise up in the ranks so they’re making schlub pay. So how do you figure a $30K pension?

“But I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you have the $30K because the film makes more financial sense if Crowne’s pension is at that level. So let’s compare his salary as a cook at Frank’s Diner in Burbank (i.e., his second job in the film) vs. his salary as a UMart/WalMart employee (i.e., his job when the film begins).

“I looked at a couple of sites claiming to have statistics on the annual salary of a diner cook, and the median is $23,000 but there are cooks who make as much as $35,000.

“Let’s figure that Frank’s in Burbank (a real, very popular place) pays more than the national average and that Larry Crowne makes somewhere between $30,000 and $35,000. But he’s new on the job so let’s say $30K. The Frank’s salary plus the $30K Navy pension equals an annual income of $60K, or $1153 a week before taxes. (I’m presuming that ex-Navy guys pay taxes on their pensions?) So what’s their take-home after taxes? $950 something? $950 x 52 weeks = an actual take-home salary of $49,400.

“Larry’s estimated Walmart salary is larger than his Frank’s salary, of course, but not in a massive sense so there’s a bit of a work-around factor.

“The average Walmart salary of a manager-level employee in Arkansas is $43,000 and change, and Larry wasn’t quite managerial (although he’d been with UMart for a few years) so he was probably pulling something down in the neighborhood of $40,000 annually, perhaps closer to $38,000 or a bit less. An average income site reports that a WalMart store manager’s salary in Jacksonville, Florida, ranges from $80 to $110K, depending on sales volume, and that assistant managers start at $43K annually and cap at $63K. A customer service manager, which is closer to what Larry Crowne is (he’s definitely not managerial with a white shirt and tie) is around $43K.

“So the UMart job paid about…what, $6000 or $7000 more annually than his Franks’ job as a cook? So instead of making $30K at Franks he made $38,000 or $39,000 take-home at UMart (guesstimate), and coupled with the Navy pension he was making (while still at UMart) $68,000 or $69,000 annually, or an average weekly salary of $1326 which works out to closer to $1125 (or maybe a bit more) after taxes? That comes to roughly $60,000 take-home after taxes (or in that general neighborhood).

“To sum up — Larry Crowne is making $57,000 to $60,000 in post-taxable income when he’s at UMart (i.e., UMart plus Navy pension), and he’s making his monthly nut with this. But post-Walmart he drops down to $49,000 (i.e., Franks’ job plus Navy pension), and as a result he has to default on his mortgage payments and sell his SUV and ride a scooter to save on gas? Riding a scooter makes a lot of economic sense (I do it myself for run-arounds and errands) but why can’t he take in a boarder at his home? Some nice young guy? Or a couple of lesbians?

“How much could his monthly mortgage have been? Larry Crowne was mostly filmed in Altadena and Franks, as noted, is a real-life restaurant in Burbank so let’s say his home is in Altadena. Zillo and Yahoo Real-Estate have good averages, but a typical home in Altadena right now would go for $200,000-plus. What did he put down when he bought the house with his wife? 10% or %20? Did they buy in the ’90s? Let’s say when the movie starts his mortgage is at least $1500 per month but probably closer to $1700 or so. (Or maybe not. I haven’t had a mortgageto worry about since we sold our home in Venice in ’91.)

“Larry Crowne tells us he was able to make his nut (monthly house mortgage plus filling up that big fat SUV gas tank plus everything else) on his UMart-plus-Navy pension take-home income of $60,000, give or take. But he has to sell the house and the car and basically scale way down on $49,000 take-home. It just seems to me that he could maybe hold onto the house in a pinch.”

Brevet replies: “I got most of my numbers by talking with some people in the military. One is a naval officer and another works in the Air Force. I also used this chart to help me figure salary based on a 20-year enlisted man

“The Navy Times article you found is interesting, especially considering it comes directly from the source. But whether we’re talking $20k a year or $30k a year the problem is still that we are talking about it. Not to mention the fact he will also be receiving benefits, neither of which are addressed in the film.

“I followed the link to the Wal-Mart salaries you sent and I tried looking for that information as well and found the same things, but I could never quite figure out what Crowne’s actual job was. Some sort of a manager, but floor? Associate? I don’t know. So I left that alone, but it also begs the question how much was he making there? He was named ‘Employee of the Month’ eight times? He’s a pretty good worker and a manager of some sort.

“Also, how much did he owe on the mortgage? How much had he saved? He seems responsible and doesn’t seem to be someone who is out spending money like a mad man so I have to assume he’s been good with his money and yet after a week he has to strategically default on his mortgage?

“So if you were to say he was only get $20k a year from the Navy, plus benefits. And let’s say he was an associate manager at U-Mart, which based on some of the links you sent could bring him around $43,000. We’re talking about a guy with a house payment, benefits paid for who is pulling in $63,000 a year. A good chunk of change and a detail that is 100% left out of the movie. A pretty important detail if you ask me.

“Then you have to wonder how much his wife had already contributed to the mortgage. When did they buy the house? How much was already paid off? They wouldn’t let him refinance… but why? Times are tough? Cop out.

“By the way, I totally agree with you and your additional knowledge of the diner and location and the fact he could have easily taken in a tenant makes the whole movie ridiculous.”

I’m not saying that Renny Harlin‘s 5 Days of War (which recently opened in London and non-American Georgia as 5 Days of August) is strongly or somewhat reminiscent of Elie Chouraqu‘s Harrison’s Flowers (2000) or Steven Silver‘s The Bang-Bang Club, but similarities do seem pronounced.

This is going to sound funny, but there are actresses and other very attractive women who easily or naturally associate with the beach-blanket bikini bingo world, and there are those who personality-wise or spiritually-speaking don’t quite seem to belong in that realm. Emma Stone, no offense, belongs in the latter category. She’s all about spirit, eyes, pizazz, snap. And she’s not a blonde. And The Help looks like trouble.

If anyone has a copy of Diablo Cody‘s Lamb of God, a script about a young conservative woman who visits Las Vegas, please pass along. It was reported yesterday that Cody will direct the film (possibly later this year) with Mason Novick producing.

9:51 pm Update: I was sent a copy a couple of hours ago and have skimmed through it. That Michael Fleming logline about the main character, who’s literally named Lamb, being a Christian who turns to stripping is incorrect. It is, however, a moral tale about a Christian girl among the hapless heathens. The Vegas strip but no stripping, Cheetah Club, cash gifts, a dead fiance, a skin graft, Vicodins, etc. A well-written, sometimes sassy but more often plain-spoken drama about sins, values, generosity, growth.

In a piece called “The Movie Star,” Grantland‘s Bill Simmons, the sports guy who writes brilliantly about movies every time he steps up to the Hollywood plate, says there are 24 male movie stars right now. The article is basically a two-parter that compares the careers of Ryan Reynolds vs. Will Smith, and how the latter is perhaps the only real movie star around and why Reynolds, for all his likability, good looks and talent, may never get there.

The Big 24, he says, are “Will Smith, Leonardo DiCaprio, Johnny Depp, Tom Cruise, George Clooney, Matt Damon, Brad Pitt, Robert Downey, Christian Bale, Tom Hanks, Denzel Washginton, Ben Stiller, Adam Sandler, Russell Crowe, Jeff Bridges, Steve Carell, Seth Rogen, Will Ferrell, Zach Galifianakis, Mark Wahlberg, Ben Affleck, Jake Gyllenhall (“It kills me to put him on here, but there’s just no way to avoid it,” Simmmons writes), Justin Timberlake (“…who became a movie star simply by being so famous that he brainwashed us”); and, amazingly, Kevin James.

“All of them can open any movie in their wheelhouse that’s half-decent,” says Simmons. “[And] if it’s a well-reviewed movie, even better.

“Look, I like Jeremy Renner, Josh Brolin, James Franco and Jesse Eisenberg. I really like Paul Rudd. None of them are not movie stars…at least not yet. And neither is Ryan Reynolds. But you knew that already.”

The Smith stuff is great.

“Will Smith [has] no interest in stretching himself, just printing money,” Simmons observes. “After his early alien movies, he spent the next 12 years running the Hollywood equivalent of Dean Smith‘s ‘Four Corners’ offense. He made an “action hero who gets framed and has to spend most of the movie sprinting” choice (Enemy of the State), another wacky science-fiction choice (the excruciating Wild Wild West), a sappy period choice (Legend of Bagger Vance, also excruciating), then a calculated ‘I had to get in incredible shape for this biopicc’ choice (Ali, which should have been great but never got there, although I blame Michael Mann more than Smith). That was followed by Men in Black II and everything else above.

“In [a] 2007 Time magazine feature, Smith freely admitted to studying box office patterns much like Theo Epstein studies XFIP and BABIP, saying that he and business partner James Lassiter got together every Monday morning to look at ‘what happened last weekend, and what are the things that happened the last 10, 20, 30 weekends.’ Later in the feature, he unwittingly describes why the movie industry sucks so much:

“‘Movie stars are made with worldwide box office. You put a movie out in the U.S., and let’s say it breaks even. Then the studio needs you to go around the world and get profit. Being able to get $30 mil in England, 37 in Japan, 15 in Germany is what makes the studio support your movies differently than they support other actors’ movies.’

“Again, totally logical…and totally depressing. Will Smith hasn’t taken a chance since 1993’s Six Degrees of Separation — his first major movie, by the way — and only because it doesn’t make sense for him to take chances. He studied a system that spits out a certain outcome, then rigged his career to benefit from that outcome.”

Here’s what I said in my 3.10.11 riff called “Rich Coward”: “What has Will Smith done since the failure of Seven Pounds? Nothing, which is another way of saying he hid for two years and then boldly reemerged last year by committing to Bad Boys and Men in Black sequels. The man is basically George Lucas, talking a diversionary game about wanting to make non-corporate, content-driven movies while doing nothing except going for the safe ‘brand’ money.”

In the view of New York Press critic Armond White, Larry Crowne “is the humanist opposite to Hollywood’s self-congratulatory snark. It’s irresistibly friendly, shot in vivid tones by Philippe Rousselot and, most importantly, is non-toxic” — which characterized, White feels, Charlie Wilson’s War, the last costarring vehicle for Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts. And then comes a classic Armond White line if I’ve ever heard one: “Larry Crowne‘s lack of cynicism requires an audience that doesn’t hate itself.” Well, that lets me out!

In the view of critic Jim Emerson, Jerzy Skolimowski‘s Four Nights With Anna — theatrically unreleased and unavailable as a subtitled DVD, but playing this weekend at the Museum of the Moving Image — is “a small-scale masterpiece about voyeurism” and also “a movie about movie-watching and movie-making.

“Leon (Artur Steranko), the conscience and consciousness of the film, is as smitten with the object of his desire (Kinga Preis) as can be, even though his drugged and slumbering beloved isn’t conscious of their trysts,” Emerson writes. “Unlike James Stewart in Rear Window” (but very much like Buster Keaton in Sherlock, Jr.) he daringly crosses the void that separates them and enters her world through that permeable rectangle…four times.”

And what if Artur was a 59 year-old gay man and the object of his desire was a 12 year-old boy, whom he has drugged into submission? What then? Would Emerson and his cineaste homies still be drooling over this companion piece to Rear Window and Peeping Tom? I’m asking.