“Apocalypto is amazing,” writes Massawyrm in another AICN posting. “Even in its unfinished form it is easily one of the best films of the year, if not the very best. Once again Mel Gibson sets out to put you in another place and time, one which at first seems totally alien √ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Ǩ≈ì only to brilliantly and quickly endear you to the people you√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Äû¬¢re following. Within the first 20 minutes of the film you absolutely identify with the tribesman and find quite a bit in common with them. And just as you are completely comfortable and at home with them, bad shit happens. And you feel it.”
We all know Apocalypto is toast with the Academy for reasons that have zip to do with the quality of the film, but wouldnt’ it be interesting if it turned out to be as good as this guy says it is? Gibson is marketing it smartly (i.e., floating the alleged analogy between the self-destructive Mayan culture elements in the film and guys being sent to Iraq to support a policy built on lies). And it’s understood that the film hasn’t been scored and needs a bit of refining, but the next step will obviously be to show it to the press — presumably by sometime in early November.

On the heels of Tuesday’s news about Village Voice film critic Michael Atkinson being whacked, now we’re hearing that New Times management has also put a cap into Voice critic/editor Dennis Lim. And senior critic Jim Hoberman is the Last Man Standing…by a thread. And as Anthony Kaufman has written,”It’s come time to realize that for those who want a truly alternative newsweekly, throw in the towel, accept the end — the Voice is dead.”

Everything cultural runs it course, and then is no more. The Village Voice has become more and more of a rag and less and less of the formidable weekly alternative paper it used to be for a long time now. I was going to write that “presumably out of the embers of the dead Voice will come something else” but we all know that “something else” is happening worldwide, and that this means less paper and ink and more cyber this and that. The world is turning, the type of highs that came out of the film culture of the ’60s and ’70s are fading more and more, and skins are generally being shed.
The force of corporate avarice in the Lim and Atkinson firings is Village Voice Media, which came out of a merger of Village Voice Media and New Times Media. The chiefs are CEO Jim Larkin and exec editor Michael Lacey and Village Voice Digital CEO David Schneiderman. Village Voice Media owns the L.A. Weekly as well, and I’m wondering if the same kind of shit that’s now happening at the Voice is going to one day happen at the L.A. Weekly? Will Larkin, Lacey and Schneiderman be whacking venerated critics or replacing them with softballers?
We all know that there’s been pressure from the top down at publications everywhere for film critics to lighten up and be more mainstream and not be so scholarly-gnarly with reviews. Editors, naturally, want them to relate on some level with the under-25 morons who’ve never heard of mainstream/AFI auteurs like David Lean or Michelangelo Antonioni (who are far more recognizable than film-culture names like Jonas Mekas and Beth and Scott B.) and swear by moves like Jackass: Number Two.
A side issue but one that’s vitally important for independent cinema scene in Manhattan is, witha much-reduced staff, will the new Voice continue to review eachand every little film that opens there? It’s up New Media to pick up the slack and carry the banner forward.

“The new Stephen Frears film, The Queen, is about a clash of wills between Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II and the Right Honourable Tony Blair, M.P., Prime Minister in Her Majesty’s Government. Or, if you prefer, Alien vs. Predator.” — from Anthony Lane‘s review in last week’s The New Yorker.
And this from “Styles & Scenes” columnist Elizabeth Snead: Queen star Helen Mirren “really does look — and dress — just like Queen Elizabeth in the film. Although, in some scenes she also bore a unsettling resemblance to President George Washington.”

Richard Roeper is the latest addition to the Gold Derby Oscar panel, and aside from his expected Best Picture favorite being Flags of Our Fathers (which he may or may not have seen when he submitted his list), he’s got The Departed in his #2 slot — which is somewhat significant, I feel. On one level I feel like an idiot cheerleader yelling “Go, Departed!” but I’m sensing a real surge on behalf of this Martin Scorsese film.
A fellow journalist said, “Forget it…that 100% Rotten Tomatoes rating will drop after Wednesday night’s all-media in Manhattan.” Well, it’s down to 95% now, partly due to Jim Hoberman‘s half-admiring pan.
A tastily-phrased review by Entertainment Weekly‘s Lisa Schwarzbaum is worth a run-through. Departed director Martin Scorsese has created “a movie built on the foundations of GoodFellas and Mean Streets but not chained to it,” she says, “a picture that feels as effortless as The Aviator and Gangs of New York felt effortful. And that unclenching brings out the best in his instincts, which in turn allows him to bring out the best in his actors: Complicated, compelling Leonardo DiCaprio, for one, reaches a new career high in this, his third Scorsese picture.”
Roeper, by the way, is joining Gold Derby panelists Claudia Puig (USA Today), Pete Hammond (HollywoodWiretap.com, Maxim), Gene Seymour (Newsday), Art Spiegelman (Reuters), Michael Phillips (Chicago Tribune), Michael Sragow (Baltimore Sun), myself, L.A. Times Oscar Beat columnist Steve Pond, Peter Travers (Rolling Stone), and Gold Derby honcho Tom O’Neil. Hey, that’s only 11…it should be an even 12, no?

A well-connected journalist at last night’s premiere party for The Queen told me she has a bit of a problem with a certain film coming out later in the month. She called it “the worst piece of shit” she’s seen in a long while. That sounds mean, doesn’t it? But that’s how people talk at parties after a glass of wine. Taken aback but ever the optimist, I said, “Not even [well-liked actress] for Best Actress?” Nope, she replied. I ran this past a guy who’s seen it also and he said, “Well, it’s a pretty crowded field for best actress contenders so yeah, it’s conceivable [she] could get elbowed aside.” I would run the name of the film and the actress, but it seems fairer to catch it myself and run a reaction when it opens. Maybe I’m turning cowardly on top of that.

There’s a new coffee-table book called Edie: Factory Girl (VH1 Books) . It’s mainly filled with — surprise! — photos of Edie Sedgwick as well as some relatively recent ones of Sienna Miller portraying Sedgwick during filming of George Hickenlooper‘s Factory Girl (Weinstein Co., 12.29).

The photos were all taken by Nat Finkelstein, a notorious Warhol photographer — a character — who knew Edie better than fairly well; the text is by David Dalton, who began working as an assistant to Andy Warhol, Sedgwick’s media promoter and benefactor until he cast her aside, when he was still in his teens.
I don’t know who wrote the following promo copy, but it reads well: “She was riveting to look at, a sprite of the zeitgeist, the living distillation of the over-amped vision of New York in the mid ’60s. Like many exotic creatures that Andy Warhol shed his light on, she initially bloomed — became the symbol for all that was hip and stylish — and just as quickly began to disintegrate.
“Told with unsparing candor and with candid images that capture her at the peak of her Factory stardom, Edie Factory Girl is the short but enduring cultural story of Edie Sedgwick — releasing in time for the film.”

“Helen doesn’t say, `Please love me. Look, I’ll smile nicely, and you’ll love me,” Stephen Frears tells John Lahr for a cannily written profile of Queen star Helen Mirren in last week’s issue of The New Yorker. “She’s not inviting you in the way other actresses often are. She just says, `This is what it’s like,’ and that’s what you love about her. She confronts something, and she doesn’t sentimentalize it.” Elizabeth I costar Jeremy Irons adds, “She goes for life…that’s why she’s alluring to men. She is the complete antithesis of the vapid.”

How can Chris Nolan‘s The Prestige (Touchstone, 10.20) be “falling off of the list” of MCN’s Gurus of Gold if it hasn’t been seen all that much? A friend saw it yesterday for what he believed was the first time (or one of the first times), and feels it’s one of the more satisfying commercial rides he’s taken in a long while because Nolan is such an expert filmmaker, etc. There may be another screening this week, a Variety series screening and an all-media screening next week.

Reader John Coogan has passed along this Google Video file containing Werner Herzog‘s TV documentary Wings of Hope (2000), which is about Juliane Koepcke, a German woman who was the only survivor of a plane crash that occured in the Pervian jungle in 1972. She and Herzog are shown revisiting the site of the accident as she tells how she managed to survive. The doc is freshly topical due to last weekend’s mid-air collision above Brazil which resulted in the deaths of 155 people aboard a commercial jetliner.

In a conversation with Radar Online‘s Jebediah Reed, the legendary R. Lee Ermey — star of Texas Chainsaw Massscare: The Begining — says something surprising about Stanley Kubrick and Eyes Wide Shut. “Stanley called me up all the time,” he says. “He’d call at three o’clock in the morning and say, “Oh, it’s 10 o’clock over here.” [Laughs] “Yeah, well, it’s three o-fucking-clock in the morning here, Stanley. Oh well.

“He called me about two weeks before he died, as a matter of fact. We had a long conversation about Eyes Wide Shut. He told me it was a piece of shit and that he was disgusted with it and that the critics were going to have him for lunch. He said Cruise and Kidman had their way with him — exactly the words he used.

What did he mean?, asks Reed. “[Kubrick] was kind of a shy little timid guy. He wasn’t real forceful. That’s why he didn’t appreciate working with big, high-powered actors. They would have their way with him, he would lose control, and his movie would turn to shit.”

Ermey is a colorful, impudent rightwing mouth-off type, but watch the Kubrick acolytes try and characterize him as a deranged nutter in response to this.

If N.Y. Post writer Reed Tucker quotes Departed star Leonardo DiCaprio yelling, in a manner of speaking, “Table on fire!”, does that mean there was one, particularly if a quote in a Time magazine transcript disputes this?

One one hand we have a bull session between Time‘s Josh Tyrangien and the Departed guys — Martin Scorsese, DiCaprio, Matt Damon and Jack Nicholson. But it contains a slight problem for Tucker, who included an apparent wrongo in an interview piece with Nicholson that ran on 10.1.
Tucker writes that “before one scene in which [Nicholson’s] Costello interrogates [DiCaprio’s] Costigan to figure out if he’s a rat, Nicholson reportedly told Scorsese, ‘I don’t think [DiCaprio] is scared enough of me. I have to be scarier.’ So scary he got. Jocelyn-Wildenstein-in-the-morning scary.
“‘I came in the next day,” DiCaprio recalls, ‘and Jack’s hair was all over the place. He was muttering to himself and the prop guy tipped me off that he had a fire extinguisher, a bottle of whiskey, some matches and a handgun somewhere. So I sat down at the table not knowing what to expect, and he set the table on fire after pouring whiskey all over the place and stuck a gun in my face.'”
That scene, Tucker writes, “turned out to be one of the most chilling in the movie.” Except there’s no whiskey table fire in the movie. At all. To anyone’s recollection.
Tyrangien’s q & a transcript tells a different story:
“Scorsese: So we shoot the scene, and all of a sudden you hear a thunk. And I’m thinking, I better say cut. And, thank God, I didn’t. Jack picks up a gun and points it at Leo, and he didn’t know at that point that there was a gun there. So what you see from Leo is real. I love that.
“Nicholson: But the prop man told him, goddammit!
“Dicaprio: He said, “All I know is Jack has a handgun, a bottle of whiskey and a fire extinguisher.’
“Time: Why a fire extinguisher?
“Nicholson: I was going to set the table on fire with bourbon out of my mouth, but I forgot they didn’t give me real bourbon.
“Dicaprio: [Laughing] It’s hard to light Diet Coke.”

The Reeler‘s Stu VanAirsdale on Warren Beatty‘s NY Film Festival press conference following Tuesday’s press screening of Reds. And N.Y. Times critic A.O. Scott speaks to Beatty about the film and its legend in a 10.4 piece.