Right now and for the foreseeable future, anything Michael Cera is in, going to be in, producing, writing or saying is automatically worth considering or checking out. Superbad, of course. Jason Reitman‘s Juno (Fox Searchlight, 12.14), which will reportedly show at the Toronto Film Festival. A forthcoming Judd Apatow/Harold Ramis comedy called Year One, in which he’ll costar with Jack Black. The starring role fo “Nick Twist” in Youth in Revolt, a Dimension Films’ adaptation of the C.D. Payne novels (about Twisp “striving to balance out his budding sexual urges while remaining an intellectual teenager in a world of moronic adults”) with David Permut producing.

A password-accessible, members-only page inside the Broadcast Film Critics Association website says that the following films will be junketed during the 2007 Toronto Film Festival — Gavin Hood‘s Rendition (New Line), David Cronenberg‘s Eastern Promises (Focus Features),Sean Penn‘s Into the Wild (Paramount Vantage), Tony Gilroy‘s Michael Clayton (Warner Bros.), Andrew Dominik‘s The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (Warner Bros.), Neil Jordan‘s The Brave One (Warner Bros.), Shekhar Kapur‘s Elizabeth: The Golden Age (Universal), Robin Swicord‘s The Jane Austen Book Club (Sony Classics) and Kenneth Branagh‘s Sleuth (ditto).

A moderately diverting piece about Edward Norton‘s screenwriting adventures, most recently (and in fact presently) on the new Incredible Hulk film, as reported by L.A. Times “Scriptland” columnist Jay A. Fernandez. (Was it ever settled about Norton’s Hulk being gray and not green? If the producers have any balls they’ll go with the former. How can anyone look at a green Hulk and not be reminded of Ang Lee?)

Edward Norton, costar Liv Tyler on Incredible Hulk set near Toronto earlier this month. [Note: Norton appears physically larger alongside Tyler when next to her.]

“I’m really just being me and growing up,” Evan Rachel Wood has told GQ profiler Mark Kirby. “And I’m sorry if I have blond hair and blue eyes and my boyfriend looks like a vampire. What do you want me to do about it?”

But you know what? The “Heart Shaped Glasses” video, which is significantly about Wood and b.f. Marilyn Manson getting it on, is visually repetitive (i.e., not enough coverage), and nowhere near as hot as the blood-spattered lovemaking scene in Alan Parker‘s Angel Heart.
And it’s all about trying to stir interest in Julie Taymor‘s Across the Universe (Sony, 9.21), the troubled musical in which Wood costars.

“All good things must come to an end,” begins an Invasion pan by Variety‘s Dennis Harvey. “In this case, the lucky streak that’s made every adaptation of Jack Finney‘s 1955 sci-fi novel The Body Snatchers distinctive and effective, until now.
“Troubled production — of which the Wachowski brothers reportedly reshot at least a third after a cut by original helmer Oliver Hirschbiegel failed to please suits — emerges a slick but forgettable, characterless thriller. Lure of Nicole Kidman, Daniel Craig‘s first post-Bond role and large-scale PG-13 action-horror could produce OK opening numbers, but steep falloff is guaranteed. Ancillary may drag pic into the eventual black.
“Perhaps auds will eventually get to see what German helmer Hirschbiegel, making his English-language feature debut, and scenarist David Kajganich intended in director’s-cut DVD form. Purportedly it was offbeat, politically barbed and quasi-documentary in style. Those qualities are MIA in the current version, whose occasional nods to earlier versions (Veronica Cartwright, memorable in the Kaufman version, has a brief role here) only serve as a reminder of how much better they were.”
Harvey’s idea makes basic sense. How could Warner Home Video not win by releasing the Hirschbiegel cut? At the very least it would make for an essential two-disc special edition DVD. No HE comment on the 93-minute Wachowski “suit” version until Friday, but including an alternative director’s cut would obviously heighten interest when the film debuts on DVD at the end of the year (or sometime in early ’08).

“El Evento Cinematografico de la Decada!,” the copy states in the opening frames of the Spanish-language trailer for Shine a Light, the Martin Scorsese/Rolling Stones concert doc that’s been bumped from 9.21.07 to sometime in April ’08.

The official reason for the delay that the Stones’ European tour (wrapping at the end of this month) will keep Mick, Keith and Charlie from doing a full-court press promotion to plug the late September opening. And yet the tour dates and the 9.21 opening were obviously set many months ago. If the Stones wanted to rest after the tour Par could have just pushed the release back to October or November or December?
Variety‘s assessment is that “rather than enter the overcrowded award-season months of October, November or December, the principals involved in the Scorsese project opted for an April date.”
Except the bump-back leaves Paramount proper with just Beowulf (out 11.16) as the only Par-produced movie on ther fall slate. Everything else is DreamWorks-produced (The Heartbreak Kid, Things We Lost in the Fire, Bee Movie, The Kite Runner), reiterating all the more that the proper company name is Dreamamount.
I know that Shine a LIght was being assembled earlier this year and that a rough cut was shown to Paramount suits last May, and yet a source told Variety that “it was a tight schedule…everybody felt it was getting rushed.” Eight months of editing is a rush job?

Twelve or thirteen years ago I got a very friendly call from a producer on the Sony lot. I knew who he was but had never spoken to him or called his office about anything. “Jeff! Howya doin’?” His tone was car-salesman chummy. Almost like a guy trying to pick up a girl at a bar. I didn’t know what to say except “Uhhm….good! How are you?” It went on like that for another eight or ten seconds until he realized he’d dialed the wrong Jeffrey Wells. “Oh…uhhnn, okay…well, bye!”
Turned out there was an L.A. guy with the same name who drove a limousine, and lived at the time somewhere near Playa del Rey or Manhattan Beach, and was apparently very well liked by industry execs. That’s still the case because an assistant to a director-writer friend called yesterday looking for the same guy. Nice to know he’s still doing well after all this time. He doesn’t Google, even when you type “limousine driver” in front of the name. And he’s not findable through Switchboard. But he’s very popular with certain flush types, and very trusted.

The Reeler’s Stu Van Airsdale has the lineup for the 2007 NY Film festival (9.29 to 10.14), and a good portion seems like a replay of last May’s Cannes Film Festival. There are, however, some notable fresh-pick exceptions — Wes Anderson‘s The Darjeeling Limited for the opening-nighter (old news), Noah Baumbach‘s Margot at the Wedding (good cast, ample star wattage), Brian DePalma‘s Redacted (comeback?) and Todd Hayne‘s I’m Not There (an ambitious, multi-thread Dylan film with a top-drawer cast opening at the Film Forum..what’s that about?).

Other for-the-most-part-unseen choices include Carlos Saura‘s Fados, Sidney Lumet‘s Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead, Ira Sachs‘ Married Life, Claude Chabrol‘s A Girl Cut in Two, Eric Rohmer‘s The Romance of Astrea and Celadon, andJohn Landis‘s Mr. Warmth (a Don Rickles portrait)…that’s ten plus two or three newbies I’m ignoring.
I’m also counting twelve Cannes titles: Joel and Ethan Coen‘s No Country For Old Men (centerpiece), Marjane Satrapi & Vincent Paronnaud‘s Persepolis (closing nighter), Christain Mungiu‘s 4 Months, 3 weeks, 2 Days (the Palme D’Or winner), Julian Schnabel‘s The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Hou Hsiao-hsien‘s The Flight of the Red Balloon, Abel Ferrara‘s Go Go Tales (missed it at Cannes), Catherine Breillat‘s The Last Mistress, Bela Tarr‘s The Man From London (serious pacing problems), Gus Van Sant‘s Paranoid Park (underwhelming), Carlos Reygadas‘ Silent Light and Juan Antonio Bayona‘s The Orphanage (a brilliant sophisticated spooker).
There’s also three interesting-sounding docs — Murray Lerner‘s The Other Side of the Mirror: Bob Dylan Live at the Newport Folk Festival, 1963-1965. Jia Zhang-ke’s Useless, and a nearly four-hour-long documentary (238 minutes, to be precise) from Peter Bogdanovich called Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers: Runnin’ Down a Dream.

In re-reading Guardian critic Peter Bradshaw‘s comments about Control that ran last May, I was reminded that a lot of the enjoyment I took from Anton Corbijn‘s film was due to the soothing visual bathwater effect of watching any film shot in black-and-white widescreen (2.35 to 1), which is perhaps my favorite mode of all.

“Corbijn’s movie is shot in a stunning high-contrast monochrome,” Bradshaw wrote, “perversely turning…grimness into grandeur. It effortlessly revives a British cinematic style that you might call beautiful realism, reaching back to Christopher Petit‘s Radio On, and further back to Tony Richardson’s The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner and A Taste of Honey.
Corbijn developed his love of black-and-white from his photography and music-video background, but credit should also go to Control‘s cinematographer Denis Lenoir (The Clearing, Demonlover).
To me, any film shot in monochrome “scope” — a format that has all but disappeared — is reason enough to pop for a ticket or a rental. I’ll sometimes rent DVDs of somewhat mediocre films (i.e., The Longest Day) if they’ve been shot this way. I’m even tempted to watch the newly remastered version of Jailhouse Rock (an otherwise so-so, in-and-out Elvis Presley film) because of Robert J. Bronner‘s monochrome scope lensing. But you have to know which films have been shot this way — DVD jacket covers never tell you.

Woody Allen‘s (and particularly Gordon Willis‘s) Manhattan is one of the more glorious manifestations. Other top-of-my-head faves are Robert Rossen‘s The Hustler, Francois Truffaut‘s Jules et Jim and Shoot the Piano Player, Jack Clayton‘s The Innocents, Joseph Losey‘s The Damned, Robert Wise‘s The Haunting, Jack Cardiff‘s Sons and Lovers, Akira Kurosawa‘s High and Low, Luis Bunuel’s Diary of a Chambermaid, Michelangelo Antonioni‘s L’Eclisse, Martin Ritt‘s Hud, etc.
Black-and-white has been commercially dead for decades. Philistine tastes in movies have long stipulated that everything made for theatrical has to be in color — it’s a settled issue. My kids have always hated monochrome films, and even now they’ll groan slightly if I pop one into the DVD player. Black-and-white scope is doubly perverse in this sense, I suppose, but I so miss it. For this reason I can’t wait for the Control DVD to come out early next year so I can buy it and keep it forever.

Newark Star Ledger critic Stephen Witty asked last night if The Invasion (Warner Bros., 817) could be read as a metaphor about Nicole Kidman‘s experience with Scientology and Tom Cruise.

Kidman, after all, is “playing an ambitious working woman and devoted mother who — some years back — had a really ugly divorce from her dark, narcissistic husband,” Whitty observes. ” Who has now re-entered her life, accompanied by a hive-like entourage of humorless, robotic friends.
“Add into the mix that Kidman’s character — unlike earlier versions of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, in which the hero was a physician — is a psychiatrist. Worse, she’s that bete noire of Scientologists, a drug-dispensing psychiatrist — one who even prescribes mood-altering medicines to her own kid.
Whitty acknowledges that The Invasion, “nominally directed” by Oliver Hirschbiegel, “went through a massive post-production overhaul by the V for Vendetta team, which makes crediting anyone with anything fairly suspect. [And yet] the bland villains in this movie looked an awful lot like the folks giving those ‘free stress tests‘ just outside the movie theater. And the scene where Kidman knocked her on-screen husband out cold drew the biggest — and happiest — cheers of the screening.”

And of course, the Munich-born Hirschbiegel was reared in a country with a government currently known for its anti-Scientology views and policies. I’m obliged to be silent about The Invasion until Friday morning, but given the other socio- political echoes and allusions in this film, it will be fun trying to sort out whether these were included in the Hirschbiegel version of The Invasion (Dave Kajganich is the credited IMDB screenwriter) or whether they were more from the hand of the Wachowski Brothers, who allegedly re-scripted and re-shot the Hirschbiegel version by more than 50%.

“Once you remove Hussein’s government what are you gonna put in its place?….[it would have been] a quaqmire…for the 146 Americans killed in action it wasn’t a cheap war…how many more dead Americans was Saddam Hussein worth?” This 1994 clip of Dick Cheney explaining the reasons for not invading Iraq during the ’91 Gulf War began circulating last Sunday. What got me was the hilarious cough from the interviewer right after Cheney says “quaqmire.” Anyone who’s ever performed or given a lecture knows from coughs. They’re involuntary, a kind of instant vox populi.