“So much anger. So much terribly inflamed…passion. You’d think these guys were debating the war in Iraq or something. But no. Just about a bunch of statuettes forged from varied semi-precious metals and alloys that every year wind up in a variety of hands, said variety never quite fully satisfying the desires of those who had spent so many months angrily and passionately debating just which hands they ought to end up in. They call it the silly season, but if it’s so silly, why does it drive so many people to such near-homicidal rage?” — Some Came Running‘s Glenn Kenny on the Oscar-blogging community’s spitball wars.
“Why is January suddenly the month of lame chick-flick romantic comedies about weddings?,” asks Marshall Fine in his review of Bride Wars on Hollywood and Fine.
Kate Hudson, Anne Hathaway in Bride Wars
“You’ve got to wonder about the kind of post-feminist message these movies send: that a woman ain’t nothin’ ‘less she can snag herself a man. Not to mention the casual glorification of conspicuous consumption at a level of excess that seems appropriate only for a big-budget network game show.
“Perhaps my complaints about the retrograde sexual politics of these films would be less pointed if the movies were actually entertaining. In that regard, Bride Wars is particularly dismal: They should put up signs at the multiplexes whose screens this movie will be clogging, saying, ‘CAUTION: LAUGH-FREE ZONE.’
“In other words, I wouldn’t give a rat’s behind about the movie’s message if the movie itself wasn’t so abysmally flat. But Bride Wars couldn’t find a joke if it was pinned to the front of its exorbitantly priced Vera Wang bridal gown.
“It’s alarming, in fact, how unfunny Hudson is. And the mix of overbearing bangs and eye make-up that looks like it was applied with a spray-gun with the nozzle set wide open makes her seem hardened and brittle next to the creamy, fresh-faced Hathaway. Hathaway here is good, despite bad material — but this film calls into question whether Hudson can, in fact, act.
“Here’s how humor-challenged the script is: Even Candice Bergen isn’t funny. And she was able to wring laughs out of the weak-tea lines she was given in both The Women and Sex and the City — The Movie. Nobody does haughty and dismissive with more comic flair these days than Bergen. But here? Nothing.
“Bride Wars panders to a female audience while insulting its taste and intelligence at the same time. RSVP regrets only.”
Wells to Fine: Taste and intelligence?
The marketing, I mean. Obviously the content is…I guess I should read some reviews, shouldn’t I? Thanks to Jack Morrissey for passing this along.
Today begins a weekend battle between the widely despised Bride Wars (12% positive on Rotten Tomatoes, a zero rating from the creme de la creme), which is expected to do well anyway because (a) it’s a wedding comedy with Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway and (b) there are many millions of under-30 women out there with zero taste in film, and Clint Eastwood‘s well-reviewed, very fine Gran Torino, which is tracking very well among the over-35s.
Bride Wars will win, of course, but Gran Torino, many are saying, will play better over the long haul. It will ultimately end up with over $100 million , and of course it has the respect and allegiance of the Movie Gods. Bride Wars arrives at theatres already damned — excommunicate and anathema — and has absolutely nothing to look forward to, beyond the mere earning of money. Hudson is the definitive fallen angel of youngish movie actress — a woman who managed to kill all respect for herself by starring in a long series of tedious, close to unwatchable films.
I’ve seen Jonathan Parker‘s (Untitled), which shows tomorrow afternoon (1.9) and early Saturday evening (1.10) at the Palm Springs Int’l Film Festival. It’s an underplayed, bone-dry New York relationship comedy with a point to make about the art scene there. Parker and cowriter Catherine DiNapoli are basically saying it’s a kind of cesspool of pretension and phoniness, and that the people who regularly buy and/or support much of what passes for modern art are either deluded or phonies or both, or are simply being flim-flammed.
Marley Shelton, Adam Goldberg in (Untitled).
So it’s anything but a stupid slapstick comedy, and because of that I was more or less favorably disposed. It’s vaguely Woody Allen-esque but without the schtick. I didn’t laugh out loud all that much; I mostly smirked and occasionally chortled, but there’s nothing wrong with that. And I enjoyed staring at Marley Shelton (Grindhouse), whom I hadn’t paid very much attention to before. She believably plays a sharp Chelsea art-gallery dealer, which is to say I bought her projections of cunning, shrewdness and intelligence, however natural or manufactured. Call this a modest breakthrough performance.
The plot is about how Shelton comes to dump a boyfriend (Eion Bailey) whose mediocre paintings are very popular with her corporate clients, and instead begins to see his doleful and bearded brother (Adam Goldberg), a very pretentious anti-musical pianist whose performances are entirely about defying conventional taste, to put it very mildly. Goldberg’s performance is fine — subdued comedy is his forte — but his beard and hair are so bushy you can barely see his face. I know, I know…an anti-musical pianist who kicks buckets and whatnot is precisely the sort of guy who would have too-much head hair.
I don’t know what else to say except that (Untitled) could have used as few more jokes. And a better title. Svetlana Cvetko‘s widescreen cinematography is well-framed and, I’m sure, professionally lit and captured. (The print I happened to see a while back was projected with the wrong digital calibration and therefore looked like a murky VHS.) But it’s an intelligent sit, this film. I felt pleased and settled when the lights came up. That’s not a bad thing. Okay, a good thing.
Vinnie Jones plays a wackjob sculptor with his usual verve turned down a couple of notches.
“The fact that The Dark Knight is looking like a locked-in nominee — and has for a month now — is indicative of a weak field. It’s not a reflection of the film itself, but of the simple fact that a film like that just isn’t what the Academy tends to lean towards. People’s Choice Award? Absolutely. Oscar? Are you kidding?” — MCN’s David Poland in one of his undated Oscar columns posted, I think, a day or so ago.
International trailer for Kathryn Bigelow‘s The Hurt Locker, which Summit Entertainment still hasn’t announced a release date for. Sometime in the spring, they’ve been saying since last fall. Take your time, guys. No pressure.
IFC Films will begin to screen roadshow versions of Steven Soderbegh‘s Che in 9 additional markets — Boston, Chicago, Dallas, Houston, Minneapolis, Seattle, Philadelphia, San Francisco, and Washington, DC — starting on Friday, 1.16. The move came about due to boffo grosses from the roadshow bookings in New York and Los Angeles.
“A lot of people told me I was crazy to push for a roadshow presentation of Che,” Soderbergh said in a press release, “because, I was told, American moviegoers aren’t adventurous enough. Fortunately, the results in New York and Los Angeles prove otherwise. IFC Films has backed the roadshow idea from the beginning and I am totally psyched that they are taking this version out on the road, where it belongs.”
An open letter about the Fox-Warner Watchmen conflict from producer Lloyd Levin, passed along by Drew McWeeny.
Can anyone imagine being diseased and sadistic enough to name their just-born child Nakoa-Wolf Manakauapo Namakaeha Momoa? Can anyone imagine the actual child who’s been given that name (i.e., a son born to Lisa Bonet) not devising revenge schemes all through elementary school and beyond? “How do you do? My name is Nakoa-Wolf Manakauapo Namakaeha Momoa! Now you’re gonna die!”
I’m enormously relieved I wasn’t singled out for my writing style and/or judgments by Defamer‘s Stu Van Airsdale in his annual Listys Awards, which are basically about slapping around critics who, in VanAirsdale’s judgment, have written about ’08 movies in a “mystifying, patience-testing and all-around terrible” way.
Today’s Top Five starting at #1 are Fox 411’s Roger Friedman , Entertainment Weekly‘s Lisa Schwarzbaum, the Baltimore Sun‘s Michael Sragow, MTV News critic Joe DeShano, and In Contention‘s Kris Tapley . The only thing worse than being dissed is being altogether ignored so at least these guys aren’t suffering that fate.
Slumdog Millionaire‘s Danny Boyle, The Dark Knight‘s Christopher Nolan, Milk‘s Gus Van Sant, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button‘s David Fincher and Frost/Nixon‘s Ron Howard were announced this morning as Directors Guild nominees for top feature film of 2008.
I’m fixing myself a coffee in the morning and I’m thinking Boyle, Fincher, Howard, Nolan and Van Sant. I’m taking the bus into the city and I’m thinking Slumdog Millionaire, Frost/Nixon, The Dark Knight, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Milk. I’m walking down Varick St. in the windy frigid cold and I’m thinking Van Sant, Nolan, Boyle, Howard and Fincher. I’m ordering a Pinot Grigio at Balthazar and I’m thinking Milk, The Dark Knight, Slumdog Millionaire, Frost/Nixon and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I’m throwing up in a gutter in Little Italy and I’m thinking Fincher, Van Sant, Nolan, Howard and Boyle. I’m in a taxi heading down Ninth Avenue, etc., etc.
Oh, I’m sorry…did I forget to mention the Writers Guild nominees yesterday? I did, didn’t I? Well, you can read about them somewhere else.
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