Let no one suggest that the new website for Paramount’s World Trade Center (Paramount, 8.9) isn’t extremely tasteful. You gotta figure that Oliver Stone‘s movie will be in this groove also. That piano music on the site’s soundtrack seems to be promising this. And God help us. Allah, make it not so. “Delicacy” is not what anyone wants from Stone. You go to a Stone film, you’re looking for probing, provocation and the jangling of nerves. I’m still flinching over screenwriter Andrea Berloff ‘s comment that the film — the story of a couple of firemen, John McLoughlin (Nicolas Cage) and Will Jimeno (Michael Pena), who got trapped in the rubble of the World Trade Center on 9.11.01 — is “a boy down a well saga with no politics…this is a small story…we’re in the hole with these two guys for practically the whole movie.” I’m thinking right now of Leonard Frey‘s “Harold” character in The Boys in the Band, and his proclamation, “Give me librium or give me meth.” To me, Stone is essentially a meth-head who’s been straightjacketed into making an apparently librium-minded 9/11 movie (I don’t mean boring or low-energy — I mean not edgy or jittery or politically provocative) because he had to somehow demonstrate his commercial viability after the failure of Alexander . (Apologies to Andrea Peyser for zoning out earlier today and using her name instead of Berloff’s.)