I’m as blown away as the next guy by today’s revelation that Badassdigest honcho Devin Faraci has a costarring role in Cameron Crowe‘s We Bought A Zoo. The unmistakable visual proof was posted a few hours ago by none other than Zoo director-writer Cameron Crowe.
Sepia-toned, Mathew Brady-simulating shot of We Bought A Zoo costars Scarlett Johansson, Devin Faraci and Patrick Fugit.
If anyone has news about what part Faraci is playing or how big the role may be or whether his character has sex with Scarlett Johansson, please advise
“James Purefoy‘s strong leadership against Paul Giamatti’s cement-handed villainy has enough edge and seriousness to prevent Ironclad from ever sliding into campiness,” Thefilmpilgrim‘s Stefan Jenkinswrote two months ago, “and the brutally exhilarating battle sequences make it solid yet shallow popcorn fare.
“Director Jonathan English, however, is notably a name to watch, his skill at balancing budget, style and fearlessly brutal action will surely make him desirable property in years to come.” When Jenkins says “style” he means “shakycam.”
I’ve been in the tank for this thing for no good cinematic reason (i.e., solely based on my negative feelings about Lucas) since ’09, and I realize it’s probably pointless to try and fan the flames (or embers) for a film that’s already been judged by most critics (i.e., excuding Chris Gore) to be an okay so-whatter. Update: A screener just arrived so I’ll see it tonight.
A little more than a year ago I wrote that regardless of quality “it may be worth it to see The People vs. George Lucasjust to see it, even if it doesn’t quite make it.
“Just after The Phantom Menace opened — more than ten years ago! — I told David Poland in a phone coversation that Lucas was ‘the devil.’ Poland chortled, scoffed. “George Lucas is not the devil, Jeffrey,” he said. He most certainly is, I replied, in the sense that Albert Brooks called William Hurt ‘the devil in Broadcast News.
“Lucas is an embodiment of evil in that he destroyed his own Arthurian mythology and sacrificed the church of millions of Star Wars believers on the altar of egoistic revisionism and conservative commercialism and Jake Lloyd and Jar-Jar Binks action-figures. And now the world has caught up to my view.”
The word got around yesterday afternoon that poor Yvette Vickers, former 1950s bombshell blonde, B-movie actress (Attack of the Giant Leeches, etc.) and July 1959 Playboy playmate, was found dead on 4.27 in her Benedict Canyon home.
Since the body was mummified it was speculated that Vickers might been dead for as long as a year. I guess dead is dead and it doesn’t matter much to the deceased if his/her body is attended to a day or a year after leaving the planet, but the mummy-like state of Vickers’ remains means she didn’t have many friends, and that’s sad. I’m sorry.
To me Vickers’ best screen appearance was a walk-on part in Martin Ritt‘s Hud (’63). She appears with Paul Newman in the clip below at 8:28, sharing a scene with Melvyn Douglas and Brandon DeWilde. She played a small-town married woman fooling around with Newman’s barbed-wire-soul cowhand.
The Lisbon-based Portugese distributor Zon Lusomundo Audiovisuais had scheduled a Thursday, May 5th screening of Terrence Malick‘s The Tree of Life. This would have been yet another violation of the Cannes Film Festival exclusivity assumption. Portugese journalists getting a looksee two days from now would have meant reviews written in advance of Cannes and in all likelihood tweets and whatnot appearing prior to the big unveiling.
But this morning I heard from a Lisbon-based journalist friend who said that “I’ve just received news of the cancellation of our screening by ‘international imposition’. According to the Portuguese distributor, they’ve just received information today that all screenings must happen after May 17th.” I presume this means that The Tree of Life will screen at the Cannes Film Festival on this date. Or one day earlier.
ABCNews.com’s Jake Tapper is reporting “top source” White House information that President Obama and his team are discussing the possibility of releasing a photograph of Osama bin Laden‘s bullet-riddled corpse later today.
(l.) the corpse of Moe Green in Francis Coppola’s The Godfather; (r.) one-eyed Bugsy Siegel on the couch after his 1947 murder.
“The photograph, according to sources who have seen it, is bloody and gruesome with a bullet wound to his head above his left eye,” Tapper writes.
Wait…above the left eye? I read yesterday that OBL was hit dead smack through the eye like Moe Green and Bugsy Siegel. Have we been lied to again?
You need to prove to the skeptics that Osama bin Laden is dead-dead-dead with the above-described photo (sharply focused, radiant red color, brightly lit), with video of his body taken after the killing, with video of the funeral at sea, with print-outs of the DNA proof…with everything.
I sent an email this morning to various journo pallies, but maybe I forgot to cc some others. It reads as follows: “Just assuming that the usual La Pizza get-together is happening on Tuesday, May 10th, at 7:30 pm. I understand there’s a plan to use La Pizza‘s upstairs flat screen for a post-dinner karaoke session. I know a local guy who rents mikes, speakers and pignose amps for a reasonable fee — perhaps we could all chip in a couple of euros? Shouldn’t be much.”
When I talk on the phone with personal assistants I don’t know or who don’t know me, I still get asked “what newspaper or magazine do you write for?” or “Hollywood Elsewhere…is that a weekly?” Either old concepts die hard or people are a lot thicker than you might think. I always answer politely and patiently, of course, but my inner smartass wants to go all David Letterman and say, “I run one of those newfangled doohickey online whachamacallits…”
The only thing that Justin Kroll‘s just-posted Variety story has that I didn’t have this morning about Kathryn Bigelow and Mark Boal‘s Kill Bin Laden script is this: Boal’s script “will definitely include the 40-minute firefight at the compound in Pakistan where bin Laden was found and shot to death Sunday.”
Except a military analyst said today on MSNBC’s “Hardball with Chris Matthews” that it probably wasn’t a 40-minute firefight but a two-minute firefight — 38 minutes of casing the joint and landing the choppers and figuring the angles and preparing the line of attack, and then two minutes of action.
Osama bin Laden, a woman and a child were reportedly sitting in a bedroom on the third floor. They all ate lead. I’ve read/heard that Osama took a double-tap to the head with a bullet through the left eye.
A six-day-old draft of Quentin Tarantino‘s Django Unchained arrived in my inbox this morning. I haven’t read much but it has the same old Kentucky-yokel misspellings (to Tarantino the plural of the word “dragon” is “dragon’s”), the same racial bluntness that was in Pulp Fiction (the word “nigger,” etc.) and it’s 168 pages. Figure a good two and half hours. Who’s gonna tell QT to compress or cut it down?
I love that our Secretary of State is the kind of person who doesn’t sit impassively but reacts emotionally when she sees, feels or senses violent activity. I mean, you can tell from Hillary Clinton‘s hand-over-mouth gesture that something hairy was going on when this photo was snapped during the White House national security team’s “live-time” witnessing of Sunday’s attack upon Osama Bin Laden‘s Pakistan compound.
Hillary, in short, reacted like an average cultivated woman with a normal civilized aversion to violence. And that’s cool. I want a person who’s somewhat appalled by violence representing this country’s interests in diplomatic realms, and not some frosty Dick Cheney-like macho prick. Notice how none of the guys in the room are batting an eye. Joe Biden could be looking at a football game. President Obama is apparently reacting in some clenched way to what he’s watching or hearing, but he’s keeping his cool.
I have one observation. Remember how Hillary presented herself during the ’08 primary campaign again Senator Obama? As the governmentally experienced tough-ass who could handle scary foreign-policy problems at 3 am, and hinting that the inexperienced Obama might not be as cool, calm and collected as she when push comes to diplomatic shove?
