The guy below will be 64 as tomorrow (i.e., Sunday, 6.18)…great.
The guy below will be 64 as tomorrow (i.e., Sunday, 6.18)…great.
A friend who enjoys a degree of familiarity with the Zodiac team tells me that the recently-revealed January ’07 release date “seems to be the wide release date” and that the current talk is about doing “a late fall campaign for the Oscars. The January release date was determined before anybody at the studios even saw the film.” (To which I would ask, determined by whom? And why?) “I have the feeling that this film will play major for the Oscars,” the friend continues. “It runs just under three hours, is very ’70s-style and way out of Fincher world… nothing like Seven and a real ‘journalism film.'” If this plan turns out to be actual, wouldn’t you think that the Paramount p.r. folks would have shared this once the news got out earlier this week that Zodiac has (apparently) been bumped out of ’06?
Once again, the tracking guys have underestimated: two of the three services predicted a Nacho Libre take somewhere in the low to mid 20s, and a third estimated earnings in the high teens. And yet Friday’s $10.9 million figure indicates a weekend haul around $28 or $29 million….right?
“What if your flash drive [i.e., USB drive] also stored your programs, your settings — your entire computing universe? That’s the idea behind the Lexar PowerToGo software, which is itself a licensed version of something called Ceedo Personal. It’s designed to turn a flash drive into a portable Windows XP ecosystem, meaning that you can jack into anybody’s PC anywhere and find yourself — and your software tools — right at home.” — from David Pogue‘s 6.15 N.Y. Times column. It’s only 11:02 am and I know for sure this is the most exciting news of the day.
Former N.Y. Times fashion columnist Ginia Bellafante , whose writing is delicious and razor-sharp, has given what sounds like a profound stamp of approval to David Frankel‘s The Devil Wears Prada (20th Century Fox, 6.30):
“The fashion beat affords…plenty of time spent in the company of fashion people, something variously dreadful and exhilarating,” Bellafante says early on. “Disciples of the fashion tribe will surely say The Devil Wears Prada exaggerates their manners and proclivities. It doesn’t. The movie is easily the truest portrayal of fashion culture since Unzipped, the 1995 documentary about Isaac Mizrahi.” Having seen it myself, I should add that it barely panders to the alleged longing for formulaic simplicity among its largely female audience. It portrays the fashion world in fairly detailed and unsentimental, grown-up terms. You could argue that when all is said and done the film doesn’t seem to have built up a huge head of emotional steam, but I respect the restraint and the exactitude that went into it. I went right along with Anne Hathaway‘s Andy (whose initial naivete didn’t bother me in the slightest). Stanley Tucci‘s Nigel, a seasoned fixer-facilitator, is dead-on (he should have been given more lines and screen time). And Meryl Streep is chilly perfection as Miranda Priestley, the Anna Wintour-like editor of the fictional fashion mag Runway. Streep seems to have based her performance in part upon Al Pacino’s Michael Corleone in The Godfather, Part II. She barely speaks above a murmur throughout the whole film, the idea being that the truly powerful never need to raise their voice.
Somebody told me during the Cannes Film Festival that OSS 117: Nest of Spies is funny and that I should try and catch it in Paris (it opened in France in early May), but it’s French-made and was therefore playing sans English subtititles so there wouldn’t have been much point in my going. It played three times at the Seattle Film Festival, but too late for me. (There’s some talk about a DVD loaner kicking around.) The trailer tells you it’s a somewhat dryer Austin Powers, and that Michel Hazanavincius, the director, is good at reanimating the look and mood of 1950s thrillers.
Hollywood Wiretap‘s assessments of reactions to Kim Masters’ Los Angeles piece about the continuing or gathering threats (all being a matter of public relations perception) to Paramount studio president Gail Berman. I’m so on top of this situation…not. The implication in the piece seems pretty obvious, but I’d love to dig up something of my own. That’s a hint.
The trailer for David Leaf and John Scheinfeld‘s The U.S. vs. John Lennon (Lionsgate, 9.15) looks pretty good. Maybe the interest levels and/or perceived impact of this film will up the chances of Scheinfeld’s Who is Harry Nilsson? landing the right distributor.
Zodiac director David Fincher and casting director Laray Mayfield are looking to hire an African American actress to play a bus driver in a new scene that will shoot in late June/early July. “Unnerved by the Zodiac’s threat against children on school buses, this African-American woman asks the police what they are doing to stop the killer…1 speech & 2 lines, 1 scene,” the breakdown reads. Big deal…extra stuff is shot all the time. I still don’t see why the Zodiac release date has to be bumped to January ’07. And it doesn’t necessarily mean anything that Anthony and Joe Russo‘s You, Me and Dupree (Universal, 7.14) sent out breakdowns for additional shooting three weeks ago. Okay, so they shot something extra…so what?
I caught John Scheinfeld‘s Who is Harry Nilsson (And Why Is Everbody Talkin’ About Him)? for the second time last night, having first seen it last February at the Santa Barbara Film Festival. My reaction back then was one of admiration mixed with personal anger at Nilsson’s high-octane self-destructiveness, which is pretty much the focus of the film’s final third. (In real life it kicked in right after the success of his landmark 1971 album “Nilsson Schmilsson”.) But for some reason this aspect didn’t bother me nearly as much last night, and I was able to better appreciate (I think) how finely constructed and incisive Scheinfeld’s portrait actually is. I don’t want to know the contractual particulars, but it greatly surprised me to hear that a distribution deal has yet to manifest. This film has it all — great music, a portrait of a great chapter in rock-music history, sadness/tragedy, intense emotion, some wonderful humor — on top of being a riveting cautionary tale. Anyone with an inkling of an idea of what musical genius is basically about, or who has any appreciation and/or respect for Nilsson’s songwriting and singing has to respond to this film. You can’t watch it and go, “I don’t get it” or “uhhhm, who cares?” Not if you have any life in your veins. Who Is Harry Nilsson? needs to show in N.Y. and L.A. theatres in time to qualify for the 2007 Best Feature Documentary Oscar, even if it means four-walling it. But that shouldn’t be necessary.
“It’s happening all over Hollywood…the studios have finally started to just say no,” writes Hollywood Reporter columnist Anne Thompson. “Ambitious big-budget movies with A-list directors and stars that might have gotten an enthusiastic green light a year or two ago are sitting in limbo. The studios that were once eager to land top talent aren’t as willing to sign on the dotted line. And agents and managers are sitting up and taking notice.” It’s a wave…a movement. I really do believe that this show of cojones and fiscal resolve is analagous to the toppling of one European communist government after another in 1989.
(a) Westward view from Seattle’s Western Avenue — Thursday, 6.15.06, 5:45 pm; (b) The Seattle Film Festival has it all over Cinevegas in at least one respect, which is that the W Hotel rooms offer a DVD player and widescreen TV and the festival staff lets you borrow festival films on DVD; (c) (l. to r.) Arlene Wszalek, associate producer of Who is Harry Nillson (and Why Is Everybody Talkin’ About Him?)“, Nilsson director-writer producer John Scheinfeld , Meghan Wurtz of filmmovement, “I Wake Up Screening” author and film critic Jon Anderson at Cutter’s — Thursday, 6.15.06, 7:07 pm; (d) facing south on Western — — Thursday, 6.15.06, 5:40 pm; (e) Walked all over trying to find a laundromat this morning — forget it; (f) Lobby of Seattle’s W Hotel; (g) Seattle’s public market area; (h) Local papers and a cup of mud — Friday, 6.16.06, 9:25 am; (i) 5th Avenue near Pine (or was it Pike?) — Friday, 6.16.06, 10:05 am; (j) looking out on Seneca (from W Hotel room — Friday, 6.16.06, 8:55 am.
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