The one-sheet for the forthcoming Godzilla (Warner Bros., 5.14) has a nice inferno-ish quality. Molten lava, blast furnace, etc. A colorful descendant of the black-and-white cityscapes of Tokyo aflame in the original Gojira. The movie, of course, will almost certainly be sludge. At last summer’s ComicCon director Gareth Edwards said that his Godzilla “will be portrayed [more] as an anti-hero rather than a villain,” adding that the beast “is a representation of the wrath of nature…we’ve taken it very seriously and the theme is man versus nature and Godzilla is certainly the nature side of it. You can’t win that fight. Nature’s always going to win and that’s what the subtext of our movie is about. He’s the punishment we deserve.”

I don’t know what city is going to be attacked within the film (looks like San Francisco), but principal photography began last March in Vancouver, and then things moved to Honolulu in late June. Principal photography wrapped on the weekend of 7.13/14.

I am committed to catching a 12:10 pm 3D screening of Pompeii at West Hollywood’s Grove plex. I am a lamb going to slaughter. With a Rotten Tomatoes rating of 31%, Pompeii almost certainly sucks ass. And yet RogerEbert.com’s Glenn Kenny, of all people, has given it half a pass. “The action scenes are choice, and once the clouds of ash and shooting fire and churning seas start up, Pompeii achieves a momentum that most sensationalist studio fare can’t touch.” I am determined to hate on this film, but whenever I see something with a pre-determined prejudice, I always notice one or two things that I like and I come out shrugging and going “Aaahh, didn’t blow as badly as I expected.”

Not only is TheWrap critic Inkoo Kang dead wrong in stating that the conclusion of Hany Abu-Assad‘s Omar (Adopt, opening today in N.Y. and L.A.) is “weak” and “strangely numbing” and “a tacky resolution.” She’s so dead wrong that I’ve decided that henceforth she needs to be regarded askance. (There’s a difference between having a distinct opinion and apparently missing what other sensible, informed critics have observed.) Salon‘s trustworthy Andrew O’Hehir has described Omar‘s finale as “a shocking final explosion that seems inevitable in retrospect.” And N.Y. Times critic A.O. Scott has declared that “the film’s final scene feels shocking and abrupt, but also chillingly inevitable, consistent with the logic of a situation that defies all reason.”

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If you’re shooting a scene on rural railroad tracks, you need to do two things. One, you need to contact local railroad authorities and make double-sure about which trains will be coming along at exactly what time. And two, you need at least two production assistants with walkie-talkies to be watching several hundred yards away in both directions in case a rogue train shows up unexpectedly. If you haven’t done both these things, it’s your own damn fault if something goes wrong. Another sensible idea: if you’re shooting with a bed on the train tracks and you suddenly realize that a rogue train will be roaring through in a minute or less, you get the hell out of there. Forget about the bed and run like hell or jump off the railroad trestle bridge…simple.

“Actors have been lashing out against their profession and its grip on their public images since at least Marlon Brando,” James Franco remarks in a 2.19 N.Y. Times Op-Ed. “Brando’s performances revolutionized American acting precisely because he didn’t seem to be ‘performing,’ in the sense that he wasn’t putting something on as much as he was being,” he states. This is precisely what Brando seems to be doing during this lightly absurd 1965 press conference for Bernhard Wicki‘s Morituri, a World War II thriller made during Brando’s ten-year stinker phase (which wouldn’t end until The Godfather). Brando has obviously decided not to sell but to “be.”

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“An Oscar Voter Spills Secrets on Woodygate, Wolfgate, and Awards Scandals” by Daily Beast contributor Michael Musto. Subhead: “There are 6,000 Academy Awards voters, but there’s only one who really counts — the one willing to talk to us about Woody Allen, American Hustle and all the Oscar smear campaigns.”

Grantland‘s Wesley Morris and Chris Connelly both believe that Lupita Nyong’o will take the Best Supporting Actress Oscar. So do I.

I’ve now watched the extended cut (138 minutes) of Ridley Scott‘s The Counselor twice — via iTunes in Prague and again last night on Bluray. There are one or two new scenes but it’s basically the theatrical cut with each interesting scene (which is nearly every one) running a bit longer. Some seem to go on a bit too long, but with a film like this “talkier” is generally better. In my mind the added length makes it a tastier, more satisfying meal all around. A cold meal, of course — The Counselor pretty much revels in its lack of compassion. But there’s no doubting this is one clear hard diamond — philosophically precise and commanding and unyielding and even (I know how this sounds) oddly personable in a perverse sort of way. I’ve posted a ton of material on this film, and we’ve all agreed that The Counselor doesn’t deliver the payoff that audiences tend to go to movies for. It is nonetheless a smart, well-engineered, well-oiled, first-class thriller-cum-philosophy lecture piece that comes from the pit of Hell. The Counselor is about as strong and uncompromising as a film of this type can theoretically get.

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Screen Archives Entertainment is selling Twilight Time’s Crimes and Misdemeanors Bluray for $29.95 plus shipping. Amoeba is selling it for $39 and change. And a nice-looking HDX version is rentable on Vudu for $4.95. I’ve seen this Woody Allen classic…what, six or seven times? The Bluray/high-def is better, but $30 bills and change seems too rich. The Vudu will have to do.

The Trailers From Hell guys are to blame for this post. Yesterday they put up a featured link for a grade-Z 1972 Italian exploitation sleaze-flick called Amuck (nudity, sex scenes, sadism, murder). After watching 20 or 30 seconds I was about to click off when I noticed that poor Farley Granger (Strangers on a Train, They Live By Night, Rope) had a lead role. Granger and his longtime boyfriend Robert Calhoun moved to Rome in the early ’70s for the work and whatnot, but to have once been at the very peak of your profession only to wind up accepting icky exploitation gigs as your drawing power fades…the humiliation! Many actors who’ve fallen on lean times have gone this route. Thank fortune that Granger rebounded on the Broadway stage in the late ’70s and ’80s (The Seagull, The Crucible, The Glass Menagerie, Deathtrap, The King and I, A Month in the Country). In 1986 he won an Obie Award for his performance in the Lanford Wilson play Talley & Son. Granger died on 3.27.11 at age 85.

To judge by early reviews of Paul W.S. Anderson‘s Pompeii (Sony, 2.21), the following HE piece about a 2007 visit to the actual Pompeii is probably a bit more interesting than the film. I’ll never know, of course, as I’d rather jump off the Santa Monica Pier at midnight than see it. The CG zombie-whore vibe is like the stench of carrion. Update: Disdain doesn’t cut it. Sony never invited me to a screening so I’ll be paying to see Pompeii early Friday.

“With spooky, half-shaped visions of Roman Polanski‘s Pompeii flashing in my head, Hollywood Elsewhere visited the Pompeii ruins yesterday,” I wrote on 5.31.07. “I’m very glad I went — this is the best-preserved ancient Roman city anywhere, covered as it was and frozen in time by tons of ash that spewed out of Mount Vesuvius on August 24, 79 AD. The problem is that I was too cheap to buy a map or go with a tour group, and by the end of our visit I’d come across only one lousy plaster-covered body.

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