Referring to Al Gore and Davis Guggenheim ‘s An Inconvenient Truth , MCN’s David Poland has snidely dismissed Paramount Classics’ “breathlessly ambitious hopes” for this global-warming doc “that no one really wants to see.” Apart from the fact that Truth is extremely well-made and in no way boring or uninvolving, you’d think that even Poland might be swayed by the fact that however interested or uninterested people might be in wanting to see this film, it represents the best chance of rallying people everywere to wake up and grasp that we’re all standing on the precipice of…I’m sorry if this sounds a bit too alarmist or typically liberal…worldwide disaster due to global warming. I believe that the survival of the planet depends upon the total eradication of the disgustingly smug attitude that “the science on global warming isn’t in yet.” One of the support structures of this mentality is that people are bored by Chicken Little global warming fears, that they’ve heard it all before, that they don’t want to be lectured to, that they’d rather just see X-Men: The Last Stand and have a drink and kick back, etc. Poland is a smart guy, but waving this film off as something people don’t want to see is one of the most repulsively smug things he’s ever said. It represents a kind of laissez-faire attitude that lies at the core of the insulated, overfed, leave-us-alone indifference of the affluent U.S. middle-class — a group that has become so inebriated by lifestyle creature comforts that many of them (especially the Humpty-Dumpties in the red states) are unable to read, much less consider, the writing on the wall.
Here is a sprawling, heartfelt, quite beautiful speech that was given by Tilda Swinton in front of a full house at the Kabuki Theatre on 4.29.06, during the just-wrapped San Francisco International Film Festival. My favorite passage: “Filmmaking has always been an act of faith. Not only in the sense in which one needs a certain amount of conviction to get the films made in the first place…
“But also in the more amorphous sense in which one takes one’s faith to the cinema as to the confessional: the last resort of the determined inarticulate, the unmediated, the intravenous experience of something existential, transmuted through the dark, through the flickering of the constant image through the projector onto the screen. The sharing of private fantasy, the very issue of the unconscious made in light. Faith way beyond politics, way beyond religion, way beyond time.” But read the whole thing. Swinton is an exciting writer. As HE’s Nicaraguan correspondent Juan Carlos Ampie observes, “The [letter to a child] conceit feels a tad too precious at first, but as it progresses, it gets…awesome. Towards the end I got chills…and teary-eyed. Yes, I’m a damaged human being.”
Rico Kassman wrote from Berlin response to my question about whether there are actual electricity-generating windmill fields outside of Berlin with the possibility of sheep grazing nearby, as is depicted in Mission: Impossible III . “M:I:3 was not shot in Berlin but there are fields of windmill generators outside the city,” he said, “and I do not exclude the possibility that there could be sheep grazing around them. However, sheep are not very typical over here. You would more likely see cows.”
C.K., a friend of Jean-Francois Allaire (a.k.a. “Deadpool”), wrote last night and said, in part, “I’m not convinced that AICN review of Superman Returns you linked to is legit. Moriarty reviewed the script and panned it, that was then mysteriously pulled and this ‘review’ was put up the next day. It all smells like Knowles is trying damage control so as not to fracture whatever relationship he has with WB/Singer.” I don’t assume C.K. is correct in his assumption, but his words indicate that the anti-Superman Returns contingent is looking to smell and identify a rat on this one, no matter what the facts are. “I read the script and it left me cold,” C.K. said in the same letter. “I’ve been a Superman fan since I was a kid, so I was amped for this movie…but not so much anymore. In fact, I think it’ll be a huge disappointment. As a movie script, it was underwhelming, and as a Superman story — and there have been some cool ones over the years spread across many mediums, including a couple of corkers by Alan Moore — this doesn’t hit the mark. If you’re going into this movie hoping to see something new, you’ll be disappointed. It’s Richard Donner’s Superman rehashed. The structure, pacing and general plot is identical to the Reeve film. They even lift, word for word, tons of dialogue from that film. Mario Puzo’s estate (and any other writer who worked on the first) should take the Superman Returns script to guild arbitration. It feels like Burton’s Batman — all flash and hype, but underneath it’s pretty empty. And the way it ends just doesn’t seem to work. This movie will polarize audience, critics and geeks. And hardcore fanboys — the type who still whine about Michael Keaton — will probably hate it.”
A spoiler-loaded Ain’t It Cool review of Superman Reborn, and if you’re expecting a pan, forget it. Fanboy buzz has been running against this film for a long time, and this guy (who says he saw it “two months ago in South L.A. but didn’t bother to write a review”) is looking to turn the tide and set everyone straight. It runs two and half hours and is “a very good film,” he writes. It’s “big and fun but it has a heart.” And yet “this is not Batman Begins , despite what you might [have been] be led to believe…the overall tone is a lot like [Richard Lester’s] Superman 2, if not a little bit more serious.”
And the bitchslapping of Tom Cruise continues, here in a Josh Rottenberg EW piece about whether he deserves the really big fees, given his growing negatives.
Hollywood Elsewhere’s shoot-from-the-hip evaluations regarding current superstar salaries (figures based on Christina Spines‘EW piece): (1) Tom Hanks, $25 million — deserves it unless he makes something like The Green Mile, in which case he needs to be disciplined; (2) Will Smith, $25 million — deserves it (grunt, snort) but negatives for the black Matthew McConaughey are very high among formula-averse persons like myself; (3) Brad Pitt, $20 million — deserves it only if his overseas earnings stay at Troy levels; (4) Will Ferrell, $20 million — deserves it if he’s in a blue-collar comedy like Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby; otherwise he’s not that funny, he’s an orangutan with very weird chest hair, and he can’t be in a romantic comedy (as Bewitched pretty much proved); (5) Eddie Murphy, $20 million — he’s been over for so long I can’t remember the last time anyone thought he was even semi-hot…he deserves maybe $10 or $12 million, tops; (6) Ben Stiller , $20 million — he deserves it because of what…Dodgeball?; (7) Russell Crowe, $20 million — his value went up in my book after he put the fear of God into that little Mercer Hotel bitch (anyone working in a service industry who goes “whatever” to a customer needs to be slapped around); (8) Denzel Washington, $20 million — totally deserves it, totally gold; (9) Nicole Kidman , $17 million — she’s worth less since wearing that too-cute black hat in Cold Mountain and especially since making the awful Bewitched; 9) Johnny Depp, $17 million — definitely worth it…I mean, he’s Johnny Depp!; (10) Harrison Ford, $15 million — basically over, deserves the $15 mil when and if they make Indy 4 sometime in 2008 or ’09,; (11) Cameron Diaz , $15 million — she gave her best performance in the very well-reviewed In Her Shoes but she couldn’t “open” it — what does that tell you?; (12) Reese Witherspoon, $15 million — definitely worth it; (13) Jodie Foster , $15 million — worth it; (14) Matt Damon, $15 million — Jason Bourne is worth every dime; (14) Angelina Jolie, $12 million — extremely luscious lady but I don’t get it; (15) Renee Zellweger, $12 million — no way in the world is she worth $12 million…she pushes people away from films; (15) Jennifer Lopez, $12 million — not worth it as far as I’m concerned…if she’s in it, I’m gonna make an excuse and duck out; (16) John Travoltza, $12 million — not worth it if he starts getting fat again and keeps up with that weird tennis-ball haircut.
A day-early (5.4) summation by Hollywood Wiretap‘s Stephen Saito of Christina Spines‘ Entertainment Weekly piece about super-sized star salaries being re-considered and re-calculated. Will Ferrell is worth $20 million? When he did his out-of-the-shadows walk-on in The Wedding Crashers last summer, I could feel the audience deflate…seriously. I could almost hear them groan.
Hollywood Wiretap‘s Tom Tapp on the real reason(s) why Warner Independent Pictures honcho Mark Gill was let go. In a nutshell: a mandate within Warner bros. to cut costs and use other people’s money. This didn’t square with Gill’s wanting to nurture and produce his own projects with Warner production chief Jeff Robinov wanting to put the emphasis on acquiring films.
“I went to see M:I:3 [Thursday] night at the local AMC 20 plex, expecting at least a sizeable crowd. I pulled up to the theatre and there wasn’t a single person at the box-office window . I thought that they had cancelled the screening, or that maybe I had misread the time in the paper. Nope. I walked up, bought a ticket and walked inside. There wasn’t a single person in line at the concession stand either.
And this was the only theatre in town showing the midnight showing of M:I:3. I walked into the theatre and maybe 20 people were in there, and that’s being generous. Walking out after the movie ended, I noticed a few women shaking their heads and the guys kind of jawing about how they liked it. I overheard one female say, ‘I don’t care what you think, I still don’t like him” And she wasn’t talking about Phillip Seymour Hoffman.” — David DuBos, “Movie Talk” host, New Orleans, LA.
I’ve read the copy about guys in the L.A. gay community expecting Bryan Singer‘s Superman Returns (Warner Bros., 6.30) to play, in a certain sense, “for them”, and that it may be even more gay-accentuated than Joel Schumacher‘s Batman and Robin. But I don’t see the faintest stirrings of gay attitude in the trailer. Brandon Routh, who plays Superman/Clark Kent, is extremely good looking — okay, cute — but he could be Chris Reeve‘s son or nephew, and his manner and line readings seem to be almost modelled on Reeve’s in the original 1978 Richard Donner Superman film. I’ve watched the trailer three times and it really does seem more like a tribute to the Donner film than anything that could be called freshly imagined. I mean, you half-expect to see Glenn Ford (who just celebrated his 90th birthday, by the way) turn up.
I’ve read and heard about several possible dramatic features about Jimi Henrix over the years, and they’ve all been shot down over rights issues, which is a euphemism for the fact that Experience Hendrix, the company run by Hendrix’s sister Janie Hendrix, are very conservative-minded and very nickle-and-dimey in their thinking. The latest no-go is a biopic of some sort that Dragonslayer Films’ John Hillman wanted to make. He thought he’d secured likeness rights to Hendrix, along with music and live footage, but nope. Nobody is going to make a Jimi Hendrix feature as long as those Seattle small-timers have anything to do with the rights….never.
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