“R.I.P, dear Sweeney,” writes The Envelope‘s Tom O’Neil, having finally accepted that Tim Burton‘s film will not be a Best Picture nominee. “Put your razor away. You reaped your revenge on screen and history will hail Burton’s genius in future years, as many film critics and filmgoers appreciate it now ($41 million so far — $2 million more than Michael Clayton).
“Who knew that the cutthroat Hollywood crowd would turn away so squeamishly from a little cartoonish blood when they spill so much more of the real stuff down studio halls every day? You will have ultimate revenge again, my friend.
“Just not at the Oscars and you are in good company. Other masterworks snubbed for best picture: The African Queen, East of Eden, Psycho, Some Like It Hot, A Star Is Born, 2001: A Space Odyssey and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?. Oh, yes, and Dreamgirls.”
I hate the obnoxious soundtrack to this little here’s-how-it’s-done video — just turn off the sound entirely. But it shows again how just a few guys with the right digital software can make a big Saving Private Ryan/Longest Day-type movie for a lot less money. Just three actors played hundreds of soldiers, and the digi-vid tools were all consumer-grade.
I prefer organic reality. I can usually smell digital manipulation and the odor, for me, isn’t appealing. But this video does makes you believe that more and more indie low-ballers are going to find it within their power to make films that will look and sound nearly as high-grade as studio product, and once they can get themselves a delivery system that will shoot their stuff over high-speed internet connections and right into TVs, they’ll be playing on a relatively level playing field with the big distributors, which means that the power that the big guys have had all these decades is sure to gradually diminish.
If a deal between the Director Guild and the Alliance of Motion Picture & Televison Producers is indeed “imminent” — a term used in a 1.15 story by Hollywood Reporter‘s Carl DiOrio, and perhaps referring to next week, which is when the next negotiating session is set to take place — will the Writers Guild negotiators take this deal also, which will bring the strike to an end?
DiOrio wrote that “Hollywood has the collective sense that the DGA and the Alliance of Motion Picture & Television Producers (AMPTP) will quickly hammer out a new contract to replace the pact set to expire June 30.”
Doesn’t the Apple TV idea — digitally providing movies straight to the tube via a high-speed internet connection — open things up considerably? The whole world, I mean? DVD and Blu-Ray are now looking at the end of the road. In ten years or so (perhaps sooner) it’ll all be digital downloads straight to your television. WGA and DGA members now receive penny-ante payments from the number of DVDs sold to retailers…right? Shouldn’t everyone be looking at rates based on digital downloads on this or that film? Won’t this be the basic commercial magilla sooner or later?
It’ll all come down to how insultingly low a revenue percentage will the AMPTP offer the WGA. Probably something between 1% and 2%, I’m guessing. If the DGA takes something along these lines, the WGA will have to go with this also…no?
Yesterday at the Macworld Expo Apple honcho Steve Jobs announced a decision to jump into online movie rentals with Apple TV. All six major distributors will provide flicks to service subscribers, sending them via high-speed internet right into the the living-room tube. The films won’t be downloadable, however, until 30 days after they’re released on DVD.
“With Apple TV, you don√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Äû¬¢t need a computer to rent digital movies — you rent them directly from your TV,” the website reads. “The completely redesigned Apple TV interface makes it easy to browse, rent, and watch movies from every major Hollywood studio. Best of all, you get instant movie gratification. Without losing your spot on the sofa.”
One of the biggest outrages in the history of the Academy’s foreign film committee — a scandal fed by deficient taste and myopic, mule-like obstinacy — has just happened with the release of the nine-film short list that doesn’t include Cristian Mungiu‘s widely hailed 4 Months, 3 Weeks & 2 Days. The people who pushed for this decision need to be identified and, with all charity and compassion, expelled from this group for life. What will it take? Torches and pitchforks at the corner of Wilshire and La Peer at 8 pm this evening?
4 Months, 3 Weeks & 2 Days star Anamaria Marinca
The foreign-committee nominators were in no way obliged to salute this landmark film as their absolute favorite, but to not even put it on the short list (much less include it among the five nominees, from which the winner of the Best Foreign Language Feature Oscar would be chosen) is intolerable and inexcusable. This is truly a Day of Infamy. I’m not trying to be Franklin D. Roosevelt here, but these people have embarassed themselves and the Academy and reflected on the industry as a whole…it’s laughable.
A “name” player associated with the foreign branch shared the following a few minutes ago: “I’m embarassed. I think it’s humiliating and unfair, and I’m shocked…shocked at this omission.”
Among other prizes, 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days won the ’07 European Film Awards’ Best Picture prize, the ’07 Cannes Palme d’Or, and it was named Best Foreign Film by the National Society of Film Critics, the Chicago Film Critics Association and the Toronto Film Critics Association. It also won the Bronze Horse For Best Film and Best Actress from the Stockholm Film Festival 2007.
The films chosen for the nine-film short list are the following: The Counterfeiters, The Year My Parents Went on Vacation, Days of Darkness, Beaufort,, The Unknown, Mongol, Katyn, 12 and The Trap. Yes, that’s right — Persepolis, the French entry, also got the boot, and so did Juan Antonio Bayona‘s absolutely brilliant The Orphanage.
Laura Vasilu, Vlad Ivanov
Somewhere between 300 and 400 people voted for the nine films. Exaggerating only slightly, a veteran marketer described the foreign film branch this morning as “all retired, their median age is 75, a lot of them are on walkers and they have very conservative tastes.”
Hollywood Interrupted‘s Mark Ebner talking to Rush & Molloy about the Tom Cruise Scientology recruitment video that was up for a while on Sunday and early Monday before it was yanked. Again — it’s not what Cruise believes or how he expresses himself that gets me. It’s that insane narrator. He sounds just like the guy who narrated the opening of the ’50s Superman TV series with George Reeves. That strident tone of barking machismo…whew.
Hitler isn’t jiving about Paramount. The word for the last week or so is that it’s only a matter of time before they capitulate to Blu-Ray. A brilliant piece. “Blades of Glory?…are you fucking kidding me?”
Asked by New York‘s Boris Kachka about Hillary Clinton‘s “tearful turnaround” in New Hampshire, November playwright David Mamet says, “Well, I only heard something on the radio. I don’t think I’m misquoting her. She said, ‘I have so many opportunities for America.’ [Long pause.] That’s kind of wonderfully revelatory. It’s not that there are so many opportunities for America, but she has so many opportunities for America.”
A footnote in the piece adds that “while this quotation was attributed to Clinton, it was later reported that she said, “I have so many opportunities from this country.”
“It’s better to have the camel inside the tent pissing out than outside the tent pissing in.” — a fundamental rule of political alliance and accommodation, but originally spoken by whom about whom? I’ve been repeating the conventional wisdom that it was Lyndon Johnson explaining why he appointed J. Edgar Hoover head of the FBI for life in the mid ’60s, but a friend says some other politician or essayist said this first in the 1920s.
“Buyers [coming to Sundance ’08] say they are looking carefully at three star-packed films aimed at young audiences: Hamlet 2 (with Steve Coogan and Elisabeth Shue), about a high-school drama course that puts on a musical sequel to Shakespeare’s play; The Wackness (with Mary-Kate Olsen), about a high-school kid growing up in New York who pays his therapist with marijuana; and Assassination of a High School President (with Mischa Barton), about a newspaper nerd and popular girl at a Catholic high school who investigate stolen SAT exams.” — from a 1.12.08 Wall Street Journal piece by Lauren A.E. Schuker.
A publicist friend just said to me, “I don’t know if Barack Obama is prepared to be president.” And I said, “And Bush 43 was? An intellectually challenged frontman for vested oil and other military- industrial interests, and a putty-like pawn of his father’s right-wing friends? Abraham Lincoln, a jack-legged legislator from Illinois with a knack for plain talk and “reading” people and political accommodation, was prepared? JFK had gone to U.S. Presidents School and was fully prepared? Bill Clinton hit the ground running? Jimmy Carter‘s training as Georgia’s governor was adequate preparation, and he used that background to form a brilliant political consensus and provide masterful leadership for the U.S.?
Leadership is about judgment, brains, vision, alliances, consensus-building. It’s time to turn the page, start the 21st Century engine and roll the dice.
Then my publicist pal wondered if America is ready for a black president, and I said there are at least 43 or 44 shades of non-Anglo Saxon pigmentation, and 43 or 44 different types of personalities and value systems to go with each. By any cultural standard I’ve ever known or gone by, I said to her, Barack Obama isn’t black — he’s latte. Which feeds into the term “Starbucks liberals,” who (apparently) compose the base of his support. Or at least the emotional base.
We need to prove to the world and ourselves that our multicultural society means something more than just statistics and percentages and charts, and we need to show to the pan-Arabic world that the term “American leadership” is not just about oil and imperialism and belligerence, and is not synonymous with right-wing ogres like Dick Cheney.
And I don’t know about that Bobby Kennedy guy either, I said. I don’t know if I can trust him. He’s only 42 years old. He’s the son of a corrupt multi-millionaire, the brother of a flagrant womanizer, and he worked for Sen. Joseph McCarthy and has a long reputation for hard, ruthless behavior. And who says he’s been such a great U.S. Senator? Has he ever heard of birth control? And he didn’t have the courage to stand up to Lyndon Johnson‘s Vietnam War policy on his own — he let Eugene McCarthy do it first, and then he jumped in after the waters had been tested.
I don’t know. I really don’t know. Hubert Humphrey has a lot more experience, and so does Richard Nixon, for that matter. I think people should vote for one of these two and let Kennedy wait his turn, maybe try again in ’76.
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