As of 6:15 pm today, the people running the E! website couldn’t be bothered to post even a small-type mention of the passing of Andy Jones, a guy who worked and wailed for them pretty well in his heyday. He did a fair amount of on-camera work also. Jones had issues, okay, but he deserves at least a modest farewell piece. But I guess that wouldn’t attract readers, huh? Really classy, guys. Hats off.

“Despite its $200 million-plus budget, the presence of Steve Carrel and an aggressive campaign aimed at Christians, it appears that this story of a modern day Noah will generate a weekend gross that is only in the $35 to $38 million range. I’m told that the three major tracking services have the movie at $35 million or $36 million, but one studio has the picture at $38 million and another says that it gets to $40 million tops. If this number holds, and keep in mind that it is a preliminary number, Evan Almighty will have a hard time getting to $100 million domestic. That would be a major disaster for Universal.” — Moguls columnist Steve Mason in a 6.22 posting.

A handwriting analysis of Paris Hilton’s pre-pubescent scrawl …funny. Best snicker of the day.

There was once a serious notion, believe it or not, that milk-fed Jennifer Aniston might portray Marianne Pearl in A Mighty Heart. Gold Derby’s Tom O’Neil considers this might-have-been scenario, and in the process persuades a certain bigmouth to comment as follows:
“Jennifer Aniston is not a bad actress, but she’s not right for A Mighty Heart,. No casting director in their right mind would say, ‘Let’s try Aniston in the role.’ For one thing, she’s not right physically. She’s not exotic like Angelina Jolie and she can’t pull off that French/ Italian/ north African accent. Putting Aniston in A Mighty Heart would be like casting Marlene Dietrich as Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.”

Sicko director Michael Moore “has hardly been shy about sharing his political beliefs, but he has never before made a film that stated his bedrock ideological principles so clearly and accessibly,” writes N.Y. Times critic A.O. Scott.
“His earlier films have been morality tales, populated by victims and villains, with himself as the dogged go-between, nodding in sympathy with the downtrodden and then marching off to beard the bad guys in their dens of power and privilege. This method can pay off in prankish comedy or emotional intensity — like any showman, Mr. Moore wants you to laugh and cry — but it can also feel manipulative and simplistic.
“In Sicko, however, he refrains from hunting down the C.E.O.√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Äû¬¢s of insurance companies, or from hinting at dark conspiracies against the sick. Concentrating on Americans who have insurance (after a witty, troubling acknowledgment of the millions who don√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Äû¬¢t), Moore talks to people who have been ensnared, sometimes fatally, in a for-profit bureaucracy and also to people who have made their livings within the system.
“The testimony is poignant and also infuriating, and none of it is likely to be surprising to anyone, Republican or Democrat, who has tried to see an out-of-plan specialist or dispute a payment.”

When I mentioned yesterday that the winner of the 2007 Best Picture Oscar will most likely be one of those Iraq War/Afghanistan movies (Charlie Wilson’s War, Lions for Lambs, In The Valley of Elah), I didn’t mention three others set in that troubled area. My reasons for excluding them are mostly sound. Peter Berg‘s The Kingdom is sounding more like an out-and-out thriller. Marc Forster‘s The Kite Runner may be a bit too smallish and exotic to be considered an early Oscar favorite. And Brian DePalma‘s Redacted looks…wow, interesting as hell. But the day-and-date release scheme places it in a exposure category that handicappers tend to dismiss.

I missed my only shot at seeing Evan Almighty last Tuesday when I blew off the all-media at Mann’s Chinese in order to see Danny Boyle‘s Sunshine, which does indeed fall apart during the final act. If I have nothing better to do this weekend and find myself in a plex where it’s showing, I might pop in and watch it.
This would only happen under duress as I am fundamentally, philosophically, psychologically, ethically and religiously opposed to all big-studio, digital-fart tentpole movies that cost over $100 million to make and always get the suckers on opening weekend, no matter how good or bad they’re supposed to be. All of the good and hearty souls in Movie America need to grab swords and torches and band together like the renegade gladiators in Spartacus and say “no” to Imperial Rome.

I heard this morning about the massive heart attack that poor Andy Jones, the colorful journalist, E! columnist and Film Stew contributor, suffered last night at Hollywood’s Arclight plex during a press screening of A Mighty Heart. (Not funny, don’t go there). And I spent three fruitless hours this morning trying and failing to get a reliable read on his condition — people either didn’t pick up or they dummied up or they didn’t know anything.

Andy Jones

There’s no solid confirmation of anything, but L.A. Fish Bowl reported at 11:50 am that Jones has passed away.
I knew Andy fairly well and liked him alot for his ireverent humor and his bluntness. I’m obviously sorry and saddened if this is true. But anyone who really knows something should bite the bullet, step to the plate and say what happened. (David Poland wrote at 12:50-something that Jones has indeed died.)
A Paramount Vantage spokesperson confirmed that the tragedy happened during the Mighty Heart screening, and a manager at the Arclight told me that Jones had been taken away in an ambulance, but he wouldn’t say any more over “privacy” issues. I called the cops, a couple of ambulance services, three hospitals, Film Stew‘s Sperling Reich, Ted Casablanca at E!, Joey Berlin at the BFCA…and nothing came of any of it.
I called Andy’s home and all I heard was this message, which was apparently recorded as a favor to Jones by voiceover legend Don LaFontaine.
I could mention some stuff I know about Andy’s work history and personal issues, particularly some things I was told this morning by a colleague who knew Andy fairly well. But I don’t want to do a Bob Clark again. I just hope that somebody confirms or denies what Fishbowl is reporting. I’m presuming the worst but it’s obviously better to stick to known facts.

The one press screening of Live Free or Die Hard (20th Century Fox, 6.27) will be the all-media on Monday, 6.25, at 7 pm. At the crummy, down-at-the-heels Avco in Westwood, no less. That conflicts with lots of other interesting opportunities (the LA Film Festival showings, of course, as well as a shot at seeing Peter Berg‘s hotly-anticipated The Kingdom) and I really don’t know what to do. Maybe this LFODH review from the Montreal Film Journal will provide some guidance. Wait…”sub-par,” “hardly distinctive,” “bring back McTiernan”?

The winner of the 2007 Best Picture Oscar is most likely going to be one of those Iraq War/Afghanistan movies. The national anguish over Iraq and terrorism and the Middle East (specifically over the American lives lost and the billons of dollars invested so far in wars and skirmishes in these areas) demands it, and I suspect that the Academy will want to say something passionate about that general tempest during an election year. It’ll be either Charlie Wilson’s War (1980s Afghanistan) or Lions for Lambs (recent Afghanistan) or In The Valley of Elah (recent Iraq War).

In The Valley of Elah‘s Tommy Lee Jones, Charlize Theron

Maybe. I don’t know anything but a voice is saying this. Then again it’s only mid June.
I’m repeating this prediction because MCN’s David Poland has posted a new list of Best Picture contenders, and of his eight favorites he’s got these three included. He may be on the money or not. But before we go any further he’s posted a wrongo as far as the release date of Paul Haggis‘s In The Valley of Elah (Warner Independent) is concerned. Around 4 pm Poland had it coming out on August 21st — it’s being released on September 21st. No biggie, everyone errs, etc.
Poland has Mike Nichols‘ Charlie Wilson’s War as a premature front-runner, but I’ll bet he’s been getting his ear bent about this thing by certain parties from over the hill so let’s take it with a grain. The buzz about Charlie Wilson’s War is, for now, mainly about the above-the-line roster — Nichols as director, screenwriter Aaron Sorklin, actors Tom Hanks, Julia Roberts, Philiip Seymour Hoffman, et. al. It’s possible that an anti-elitist backlash could kick in down the road. “Oooh, here come the blue-chip pedigrees with their important, highly-regarded movie…..stand back and make room for their titanic gifts and laser vision.”
A copy of the script of Charlie Wilson’s War has been sitting on my desktop for a long time now. All I know is that I can’t seem to make myself read it. It’s probably because I still don’t like that title. I think it’s a bad idea to call any film “[fill in the blank]’s War.” There have been films with titles like this before (The Private War of Major Benson, Murphy’s War, etc.). This is a close-to-ridiculous assumption given the scant information, but any such title always seems to imply that the main character will be manipulative, obsessive and egoistic…and who finds this possibility inviting?
That high-profile film I saw a couple of days ago is another Best Picture contender, for sure, but I’m going to keep the water in the bucket for the time being.
I haven’t said that Tim Burton‘s Sweeney Todd won’t take the Best Picture Oscar, but it won’t, okay? Trust me. For one thing it’s got the Poland curse hanging around its neck (any film being pushed for Best Picture by Don Tommasino has a certain historical karma going against it, and Poland has already pushed Johnny Depp for Best Actor), and for another thing Burton doesn’t “do” Oscar movies. He an expert at assembling eye-popping production-design movies with snarky-hip attitudes, but there isn’t any humanistic or redemptive uncercurrent in Sweeney Todd that rings true in an Academy way, so I wouldn’t bank.
Joel and Ethan Coen‘s No Country For Old Men (an epic and masterful film that may not finally be to the Academy’s liking…we’ll see), Robert Redford‘s Lions for Lambs, Terry George‘s Reservation Road and Shekhar Kapur‘s The Golden Age round things out for a total of eight.
What’s the wild-card movie that isn’t among these eight, but which should be?

“It’s a Darwinian grind, and there is a huge dose of attrition killing the most normal of [Hollywood’s female producers and production executvies], as a superhuman kind of desire is necessary to deal with the hours, the lying, the incredible and increasing difficulty of putting a movie together.
“[Not to mention] the apparently singularly difficult proposition of having both a life (and even sex) along with a big career. So the frequent bonding conversation among some of the best of the singles is that in the ‘glamour capital of the world,’ they’re getting the short end of the stick.” — from a beautifully written Lynda Obst piece in New York, concerning the decline of female producing power in this town.
The hours and the short end of the stick! Sorry, but that’s the story of my life too. The story of a lot of lives. We all lead better lives that we’re willing to admit to. We just resent them not being a piece of cake. If they were we’d all be dead bored.