The tracking guys are in disagreement about this weekend, but Nacho Libre has apparently picked up a bit and may — I say “may” — edge out The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift by a nosehair. Both are expected to come in somewhere in the low to mid 20s. Oh, and it’s looking like Garfield: A Tale of Two Kitties will edge out The Lake House with projected earnings of roughly $14 million and $12 million, respectively.
My 6.11 paraphrasings based on my having run into critic, author, screenwriter and Cinevegas juror F.X. Feeney last weekend in Las Vegas weren’t good enough, or so Feeney has told me. I’m not saying he’s wrong, and I’m very glad that he’s written in to correct what I wrote and elaborate about what he meant. The topics are Michael Mann and Miami Vice (Universal, 7.28), which Feeney knows something about as he’s seen a cut of the film and has written an exploratory essay for an upcoming Taschen coffee-table book about Mann. Anyway, here’s a Feeney quote that sums up his thoughts a little more fully:
“In some ways it’s too bad Mann’s movie has to be called Miami Vice because in terms of theme and plot, the story moves far beyond the confines of the old TV series. If anything, it more forcefully advances the artistic path that Mann began with Collateral. Where the TV show dealt with the Columbian drug cartels which were the crime web of the 1980s, now the economic epicenter has moved to the ‘triborder area,’ the nexus where Argentina, Uraguay and Brazil intersect. The traffic is no longer just drugs, but ‘whatever you want, from anywhere to anywhere.’ Weapons, pirated software, even human beings. Think of the hit-man Tom Cruise played in Collateral’ — this is the world he served. Mann is very plugged in to the way the world works. To my mind, that’s his great theme — whether you’re a Mohican, a career criminal, a cop, or a world-famous boxer trying to find your way to becoming a responsibly moral being without conforming to a society you don’t respect. Hawkeye, McCauley — DeNiro’s guy in Heat — and Ali are all men who study how the world works, act independently, and know themselves thoroughly from that study and interaction. This is, I feel, an insight into Mann himself. He might dispute this — part of what makes him great, I think, is that he’s allergic to categories.
Anyway, you’ve confided to me a worry, based on what you saw of an early draft, that the Miami Vice film will be all about the toys and gadgets. I can assure you that it isn’t — that it draws on wellsprings of romantic passion that haven’t surfaced this vividly in Mann’s films since Last of the Mohicans . Two kinds of passion are represented — you have a stable relationship between Jamie Foxx (as Tubbs) and Naomie Harris as the fellow undercover cop, who are trying to make love work in the dangerous arena of undercover work, and then you have Colin Farrell as Sonny Crockett pursuing a dangerous liason with Gong Li , the wife of a stateless plutocrat who rules in the triborder, and closer to Miami, the Carribean. When Mann was first thinking the film through, he asked himself what had attracted him to executive produce the TV series Anthony Yerkovich created back in the ’80s, and concluded that it was the psychological cost of working undercover, of leading a life in a mask for months on end, of behaving in terms of ‘impulse without inhibition.’ So Crockett must answer to a spontaneous passion while Tubbs must secure a more traditional, if endangered, one. This balances the Tubbs/Crockett partnership in fresh, unpredictable ways I don’t recall from the series, and my sense was that the subtle fractals of push-me pull-you in their friendship and partnership is what Mann is now taking his customary round-the-clock pains to refine.”
“In his endearingly ridiculous new film, Nacho Libre, [Jack Black] plays a crusader of sorts in mask and cape, working his daft magic well enough to suggest that he just might be the missing comic link between a smarmy-pants like Vince Vaughn and a ‘what-me-worry’ naif like Will Ferrell .” — from Manohla Dargis‘s N.Y. Times review.
Forbes magazine puts Tom Cruise at the top of their “Celebrity 100” money-power-clout list…so effing what? What does that prove? Who cares?
Nikki Finke doesn’t get into why Orlando Bloom has decided not to follow former ICM agent Chris Andrews in his move to CAA, focusing instead on this and that backroom agency intrigue. Bloom didn’t stick with Andrews because ’05 was a tremdously crappy year for him, as this Sharon Waxman article that ran last January pointed out, and he had to try something different just to shake up the karma…right? What other explanation could there be?
I said last weekend that Steven Spielberg‘s “Sunday Morning Shootout” riff about wanting to direct a modest Capote -sized flick was the equivalent of creative crocodile tears, and here’s the proof in the pudding….or at least a noteworthy indication of same.
Where to start on David Poland‘s review of Superman Returns? Well, let’s see…it’s not “terribly cast”. Brandon Routh does the sad-and- lonely thing fine by me. Kate Bosworth…okay, her Lois Lane feels a tad insubstantial, but she’s far from “terrible”. Kevin Spacey doesn’t ace out Gene Hackman, but he’s moderately amusing as Luthor. Parker Posey isn’t given enough to say or do, but she brings a bit more feeling and gravitas to her girlfriend-of-Lex part than Valerine Perrine did to hers. Frank Langella shows more wit and finesse than Jackie Cooper did as Perry White…casting is not a problem, trust me. And it’s not poorly conceived — it has a theme, a heart and a soul. You can’t say these elements aren’t there, and I don’t know how anyone can say tjhe emotional import of the story is poorly conceived. Superman Returns is not one action beat after another, okay, but I wouldn’t call it extremely light on the stuff. The romance between Clark and Lois is all about “we want to go there but we can’t” — to me and a lot of others who know that relationships that can’t work are more dramatically touching than those that do, this makes it romantic as hell. The film definitely features a memorable ‘gosh, that was great’ repeat-to-your-friends action moment (and you can double or triple that if you catch it in 3D). SR may be hurt big-time by Pirates of The Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest , but like I said in my original review I can’t imagine that the Pirate pic will have anything like the emotional resonance that Superman Returns has. Okay, it may be completely played out by August 1st…that’s possible.
The differences between Las Vegas and Seattle (where I’ve been since about 1:45 pm) are immediately apparent. There’s a wonderful sense of moisture everywhere here, and the cab drivers are mellower. (Last weekend I tipped a Vegas cab driver a buck off a $5.60 fare, and the driver glared at me and snapped, “That‘s not a tip!”)
And I haven’t run into any Seattle women with oversized fake breasts , and it’s like, “Oh, right…women as they actually are without the Vegas gene.” It’s an enormous relief to be here. Until today I’d never been to Seattle (don’t have an excuse…just never got it in gear), but it feels like my kind of town and a wonderful Vegas antidote.
For what it’s worth, I caught a shorts program at 3 pm yesterday and the best of the bunch was Natasha Schull‘s Buffet: All You Can Eat Las Vegas. (No — I didn’t forget to include the word “in” — that’s how the title reads.) Schull’s doc is about the morphing process — i.e., human beings devolving into pigs — that happens whenever upstanding middle-class people are presented with a well-stocked buffet. Buffet starts out in a deceptively bland, matter-of-fact way, then gradually becomes one of the most withering critiques of the Land of Gluttony I’ve ever sat through. I felt ashamed of myself, and sorry for the pigs who show up towards the end of the film. (A farm outside of Vegas feeds them the buffet leftovers.) I will never load up my plate with too much food again. From here on in….small portions!
Buffet director Natasha Schull.
Catching a plane to Seattle and the Seattle Film Festival later this morning. Thanks to the Cinevegas staffers for their 24-7 helpfulness and graciousness. A temporary farewell to festival jurors F.X. Feeney and Mark Pellington (director of Arlington Road and the exceptional The Mothman Prophecies). A final thanks to honcho Trevor Groth, and a very special thanks to BWR’s Chris Libby, who saw to every last thing like a total pro.
Southern section of Vegas, taken from Cinevegas party on roof of Rio hotel — Wednesday, 6.14.06, 11:10 pm.
Finally, at long last, Warner Home Video is releasing a DVD of Richard Lester’s sublime and underseen Petulia on Tuesday, 6.20. Marshall Fine‘s blurb on Petulia‘s Amazon page is a little square-ish, but a pretty good sum-up: “This Richard Lester film will tell you more about how confusing the ’60s were than any hackneyed NBC miniseries ever could. In this fragmented love story, told in a nonlinear fashion that bounces back and forth in time, George C. Scott plays a newly divorced surgeon who meets a charming if scattered young woman, Petulia (Julie Christie). He falls into an affair with her, only to discover that she is married to a seemingly normal guy (Richard Chamberlain) — who also happens to be extremely abusive. But Scott’s efforts to extricate Petulia from the marriage, set against the flower-power scene in San Francisco, only frustrate him with her indecisiveness. The film features performances by the Grateful Dead and Big Brother and the Holding Company, and captures a sense of the confusion caused by the youthquake that swept the nation.”
G.I. Jesus stars Joe Arquette and Patricia Mota at Cinevegas party at Mandalay Hotel and Casino — Tuesday, 6.13.06, 11:25 pm.
(a) G.I. Jesus director-writer Carl Colpaert, star Patricia Mota at Mandalay Hotel party — Tuesday, 6.13.06, 11:27 pm; (b) Tattooed leg belonging to young woman at Mandalay party — Tuesday, 6.13.06, 11:40 pm; (c) Ocean’s 11 club — Tuesday, 6.13.06, 9:15 pm; (d) budget hotel; (e) support for U.S. troops; (f) horse sculpture; (g) Mid ’50s French lobby poster for John Ford’s The Searchers.
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