“I actually think that it’s easier for people who know less about Dylan to go with it, if they’re up for something different. Clearly, that’s the first thing. Whether you know Dylan or not, you have to surrender to the movie to have a good time at all and get anything out of it. If you have a lot of Dylanisms in your head, it’s kind of distracting, because you’re sitting there with a whole second movie going on. You’re annotating it as you go.

“[But] it’s kind of nice to sit back and let it take you. I think people get it: Even if you don’t know which are the true facts and which are the fictional things, and when we’re playing with fact and fiction, from the tone of it, you know that it’s playing around with real life.” — I’m Not There director Todd Haynes speaking to Reeler interview Eric Kohn.

Another industry-watcher — Wall Street Journal contributor Anthony Kaufman — is reporting that the Iraq-Afghanistan movies are either dying (In The Valley of Elah) or underperforming (The Kingdom). If I had the power, I would make every person who voted to continue the Iraq War by voting for Bush’s reelection in ’04 watch every last Iraq War movie there is. I would have them gently brought into theatres and strapped down like Alex in A Clockwork Orange with their eyes kept open with those clamp devices and shown every last one.

Okay, I might let them off the hook with Brian DePalma‘s Redacted, which is a rough sit even for people like myself. But they’d see all the rest. I’d make sure they’re comfortable and serve them good food between screenings and offer free shiatsu neck massages to anyone who wants one, but they would see each and every Iraq War movie, Afghanistan movie and 9/11 movie…anything to do with that general tragedy.

This may sound like a anti-Bush totalitarian fantasy to some, but I think it’s a fair thing to insist upon. If you voted for the war, you should deal with the films about it. (Unless they’re poorly made, in which case you’re excused.) What’s so bad about that?

Eight or nine months ago Michael Sheen told me that a third chapter in the Tony Blair saga — a film about Blair’s relationships with Bill Cinton and George Bush, and particularly about Blair’s misguided alliance with Bush over the mounting of the Iraq War — would one day be written by Peter Morgan (who wrote the first two chapters, The Deal and The Queen), and then be directed by Stephen Frears and star himself as Blair.

Morgan sounded somewhere between iffy and disinterested about it when I asked about the project at last October’s Queen press junket, but he sounded slightly more engaged when I asked it again at a screenwriter’s panel at last February’s Santa Barbara Film Festival. Anyway, Variety’s Adam Dawtrey says Morgan has finally begin to write it. Oddly, Dawtrey doesn’t mention the downfall-of-Blair-over- the-Iraq-War angle. Does that mean he wasn’t told about it, or that Morgan has changed the focus of the script? Or at least, the focus as Sheen described it to me last fall?

This “what do you stand for?” Google/You Tube promotion for Robert Redford‘s Lions for Lambs (MGM, 11.9), which offers a $25,000 cash prize for the best short political video piece submitted, might raise awareness and get the word going. Maybe. What would really help, I suspect, would be for MGM to release stills that show costars Meryl Streep and Tom Cruise doing something besides sitting in that damn Washington, D.C., office with Cruise instructing/lecturing Streep about the hard choices facing America in the fight against terrorism.

For weeks and weeks I’ve been looking at the two of them in trailers and stills, wearing those same outfits and talking, talking, talking to each other — Cruise clenched and focused, Streep doubting and sardonic. Do they do anything else in the film? At all? I’m starting to wonder.

“The lion and the lamb shall lie down together, but the lamb won’t get much sleep.” — a quote attributed to Woody Allen.

Steve Guttenberg is alive and well and 49 and doing (I presume) pretty well, but the fact that he’s cut a deal with Thomas Dunne Books to write a memoir about his early years in Hollywood (the late ’70s to mid ’80s) indicates he’s either got time on his hands or is looking to jump-start things.

It’s generally agreed that Guttenberg’s peak artistic period was between Barry Levinson‘s Diner (’82) and Curtis Hanson‘s The Bedroom Window (’87). His last bona fide hit was Three Men and a Little Lady (’90). I used to hate him before Diner. I remember being elated when his character got killed in Franklin J. Schaffner‘s The Boys From Brazil (’78). I also remember a New York critic writing about his performance in Nancy Walker‘s Can’t Stop The Music (’80) and observing that Guttenberg had “all the charm of a barking dog.”

Ad art for Scott Coffey‘s Ellie Parker (’05) and Michael Haneke‘s Funny Games (due in February ’08).

No biggie, but interesting that the Warner Independent ad art guys chose the same Naomi Watts eye to be running the tears and mascara.

A 9.30 report by Elle‘s Tracey Lomrantz that Robert Rodriguez will be directing real-life squeeze and Planet Terror star Rose McGowan in a remake of Barbarella is at least…what, four months old? But it reminds us that Rodriguez is an old hand at dressing his leading ladies in skimpy outfits and turning them into objects of lascivious attention (as he did with Salma Hayek in Desperado and From Dusk to Dawn). And it seems to once again confirm R.R.’s absolute opposition to making a film of any attempted soul or substance or delicacy for the rest of his life. He’s a thick-fingered genre-wallower.

For years the once-great Carroll Ballard (The Black Stallion, Duma, Never Cry Wolf) has been tagged as the go-to guy when you’re making a spiritual-poetic animal movie, so it was no surprise when he was hired to direct Hachiko: A Dog’s Story, a feature that will star and be produced by Richard Gere. Also produced by Vicki Shigekuni Wong, it’s based on a true-life Japanese legend about of a college professor’s bond with the abandoned dog he takes into his home.

The problem is that Ballard wound up butting heads with Gere and, according to a trusted source, walked off the shoot last week just 21 days before the start of principal photography. The informer says it was “apparently due to creative differences with Gere over the film’s ending.” People on the production have told him that Ballard “was acting strange and cantankerous,” and that the producers are scrambling right now to find someone to come in and take over “while the production team sits up in Rhode Island twiddling their thumbs.”

The source has read Stephen Lindsey‘s script and calls it “good, but it needs a strong sensitivity that won’t come easily with a director just dropping in at the last minute. “

I can’t remember the last time I saw a fiery volcano explode in a film, but we know we won’t be seeing one from Roman Polanski any time soon with the plug recently pulled on his Pompeii movie. But look at this — a real-life volcano blowing fire and fury just hours ago about 130 kilometers off the coast of Yemen. I can only hope for a YouTube video down the road. It looks like the fire-breathing monster effect in the trailer for J.J. Abrams’ Cloverfield.

A better-than-ILM display of fire, lava and massive ash clouds following an actual volcano eruption on a Red Sea island off the coast of Yemen, in this photo taken from the deck of the Canadian frigate HMCS Toronto.

The story was filed this morning by the Toronto Star.

Every time I read a story about certain political forces wanting smoking in Hollywood movies to be restricted or stopped, which is the topic of this Michael Cieply story in the 9.30 N.Y. Times, I have the same reaction. Europeans, people under heavy stress, 20-something clubgoers and low-rent rubes often smoke cigarettes, and as offensive as this habit can seem to ex-smokers like myself it’s absurd to say that filmmakers shouldn’t show people sucking smoke into their lungs when it’s appropriate for the story or theme they’re trying to convey.

And yet it wouldn’t be bad to see less movie-smoking as a general rule. Actors would be forced to do lean on some other tic or mannerism — it would push them to be more creative.

I was reading Jennifer Pearson‘s Tomkat cover story (“Tom and Katie’s Big Blow-up!”) in the latest Star in the checkout line at Gelson’s last night, and was startled to read that Valkyrie, Bryan Singer and Tom Cruise‘s still-shooting WWII thriller, is now being called Rubicon. That’s dead wrong, I found out. I just want to clarify that in case anyone else reads this Star story over the next three or four days and goes “whoa” when they read this.

I called Pearson and her Florida-based editor, Larry Brown, to see what the source was, but Brown dummied up and Pearson said the Rubicon title was inserted into the story by a news editor in the Star‘s Manhattan editorial offices. MGM publicist Dennis Rice wasn’t in (he’s in Berlin) but Allan Mayer of 42 West, who represents MGM and/or Valkyrie, said the Star “got it wrong,” that the film’s title is definitely Valkyrie and that Rubicon is an old boilerplate title that was never officially used.

As this trailer proves, the voice that Daniel Day Lewis uses in There Will Be Blood (Paramount Vantage, 12.26) doesn’t resemble his Gangs of New York/ “Bill the Butcher” voice in the least. Anyone who says this has no ear. It’s actually a blend of two voices — the late John Huston‘s and ThinkFilm honcho Mark Urman‘s. Huston + Urman + a little raspiness + a measured, conniving quality.