A mildly depressing, somewhat alarming piece by Nerve writer Justin Clark about the growing power of conservative media mogul Philip Anschutz. The conservative-minded owner of Regal Cinemas (as well as the Edwards and United Artists chains) has plans to shape and control the kind of movies you’ll be seeing at his theatres in the coming years. Sanitized, family- or Christian-friendly…a segregated aesthetic environment.

A “Page Six” item, based on the word of private eye Richard Sabatino, says that Nicole Kidman was “well aware” that Tom Cruise “was using a private detective to wiretap her phones during their 2001 divorce” [and that] “Kidman knew that Cruise’s private detective, Anthony Pellicano, was a resourceful opponent.” The story says that “during her divorce, [Kidman] would talk to friends on the phone and every couple of minutes break into the conversation and say, ‘So, Tom, are you listening?’ or ‘Am I saying what you want me to say, Tom?’ She knew he was either tapping her phone or trying to. She was no dummy. She not only knew about it but taunted Tom.'” The story repeats previously-reported info that Kidman has been questioned by the FBI “because the feds found a recording of her talking to Cruise in computers they seized from Pellicano’s office in 2002.” Di Sabatino “suggests” that the tape was from Cruise’s phone, the story says.

British author and gossip columnist Toby Young yesterday passed along an insane-sounding rumor about Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter being considered as Paramount honcho Brad Grey‘s replacement, a story that Young admitted was almost “almost impossible to believe.” The noteworthy thing here is Young’s declaration that “Grey’s position looks increasingly untenable…at this rate, it’s not a question of if he goes, but when.”

More blood in the water, the sharks are circling, and things are looking even more dicey as far as the future of Paramount chief Brad Grey is concerned. The latest bite was contained in yesterday’s (3.24) N.Y. Times story linking Grey and indicted investigator and accused wiretapper Anthony Pellicano by David Halbfinger and Allison Hope Weiner. They reported that “the first direct evidence of eavesdropping” by the indicted investigator “has surfaced in newly filed court documents” that contain “excerpts of what prosecutors have described as Mr. Pellicano’s summaries of conversations he intercepted in 2001 between Vincent Zenga…and his lawyer, Gregory S. Dovel, during their contentious suit against the influential Hollywood executive Brad Grey, now head of Paramount Pictures.” Zenga and Dovel filed a suit last Thursday accusing Pellicano, Grey, Brillstein-Grey Entertainment, attorney Bert Fields and Fields’ law firm, Greenberg Glusker Fields Claman Machtinger & Kinsella, of “invasion of privacy, disclosure of confidential information and illegal wiretapping.” Oh…and Keith Carradine is also now suing Pellicano.

“There’s an aircraft error in the
Flight 93 trailer. The shot of the jet taking off into the rising sun is not a United Airlines 757 but in fact a British Airways Airbus. There’s a good possibility that it is just a stock shot used for the trailer to be eventually be replaced, but…” — Andy Smith, an airline expert.

This is my favorite Snakes on a Plane T-shirt so far. And only $14 a pop.

Randy Sharp, director of special projects for the Mississippi-based American Family Association, is encouraging “concerned” (i.e., anti-gay) Christians to contact Wal-Mart regarding the 4.4 release of Universal Home Video’s Brokeback Mountain DVD. Sharp claims the retailer’s plan to distribute the “pro-homosexual film” (according to an AgapePress news story) is evidence that Wal-Mart has strayed from its family-friendly roots. (Excuse me? Wal-Mart is friendly only to the notion of constant commerical expansion and destruction of small-town businesses.) An Advocate story last October reported that Sharp was complaining that American Girl, a manufacturer of dolls and children’s books, was promoting lesbianism.

Toronto Star critic Geoff Pevere, having described himself as a “nearly extinct stone-age geezer” (funny…he doesn’t sound that way in his reviews), laments how common it is to be viciously attacked these days if people don’t agree with your film reviews. The internet, says Pevere, is “the ideal technology for venting intellectually unadulterated spleen…with e-mail it has never been easier to fire a vigorously hawked-up spitball and land a direct hit at someone with whom you disagree. Even better, at someone who can’t see you and doesn’t even need to know your name. (Being mad is never more tempting — or fun! — than when you can be anonymously so.) Where one once had to go through the time-consuming, mentally taxing and rage-tempering process of composing, writing and sending a letter, one can now wish a short, painful and disease-ridden life on someone in seconds. And then go make a sandwich. This used to be called sociopathic.” When I get one of these responses, I (almost) never respond to the vicious language or the emotion, and I usually try to address the particular point or argument being made. 97% of the time, the reply that comes back is always civil and rational, and sometimes even with an apology about having vented so strongly in their initial message.

The two big success stories of the weekend are Spike Lee ‘s Inside Man and Jason Reitman‘s Thank You for Smoking. Lee’s bank-robbery drama was projected to do $25 to $30 million this weekend, and current estimates (based on yesterday’s figures) project a $28.6 million tally, having done about $9.5 million on Friday. And Smoking took in $262,000 in 54 theatres yesterday, averaging about $20,000 a print. I’m sorry to report that V for Vendetta is falling…projected to earn about $13.1 or $13.2 million for the weekend, which is a reduction in business of 47% from last weekend. (Word-of-mouth obviously isn’t fantastic). The Wachowski Bros. film may wind up with $70 million domestic when all is said and done. Touchstone’s Stay Alive, a horror flick, will take in about $11.7 million for the weekend, having done about $4,128,000 yesterday. And Failure to Launch, the Matthew McConaughey-Sarajh Jessica Parker romantic comedy, will do $11.4 for the weekend ($3,474,000 yesterday). No accounting for taste out there…this is a total piece of shit and it’s at $64 million and climbing. Friday’s Variety story by Ben Fritz said the big competish might be between Inside Man and Larry, the Cable Guy. Playing in about 1700 theatres, the latter will do about $6,525,000 for the weekend….a little under $4000 a print.

In his story about the current proliferation of zombies in movies, N.Y. Times writer Warren St. John lists all the recent commercial manifestations required for a story like this to be approved by his Times editor, but he fails to mention one important geographical distinction. Zombie Nation is pretty much anchored in the eastern region of the U.S., the Caribbean islands, New Orleans, and most recently England (i.e., Shaun of the Dead). If anyone has written about, drawn a graphic novel or made any kind of exploitation-horror film about zombie armies in the Pacific Rim territories…Los Angeles, the California desert, Seattle, the Hawaiian islands, Japan, Taiwan, Shanghai, Alaska, etc….I’ve yet to hear about it. (You’d think that one of Japan’s horror-film directors would have taken a poke by now. Made a film, that is, a film about actual hordes of walking dead…and not just this or that individual ghost-zombie.) Jacques Tourneur‘s I Walked with a Zombie was set in the West Indies, George Romero‘s Night of the Living Dead films have all been Pittsburh and/or Pennsylvania-based, 28 Days Later and Shaun of the Dead happened in England, and Shadow: Dead Riot is, according to reviews I’ve read and stills I’ve seen, set in some generic women’s prison that’s not brand-spanking new. There definitely seems to be something about older cultures (places with longer histories, creakier homes, graveyards that go back to the 1700s) that zombies seem to like. Am I wrong? Has there ever been a movie about surfing zombies on Oahu’s North Shore? Or about zombies shuffling around San Francisco, Portland, Seattle or Vancouver? Think about it. I may be onto something here…

This is a
totally excellent trailer for Paul Greengrass‘s Flight 93 (Universal, 4.28)…you know, the 9/11 movie about the plane that went down in the Pennsylvania countryside because a few brave passengers stood up and did the hard thing. But what’s with the image on the one-sheet [see below]? Flight # 93 was nowhere near Manhattan after the towers got hit, but Universal’s ad guys…well, as the saying goes, “Leave it to the ad guys!” They obviously decided the folks wouldn’t get it unless the burning towers were front-and-center. Talk about clever, creative, Cleo-Award work.

Randy Quaid acted in Brokeback Mountain for peanuts, so you can understand why he’s pissed that he did that, given that the movie has taken in $160 million worldwide. He’s figuring that a portion of the dough ought to be passed around as a retroactive make-up thing. And yet it seems a mite strange that Quaid is suing Focus Features, Del Mar Prods., and Brokeback producers James Schamus and David Linde for $10 million on complaints of “intentional misrepresentation, “negligent misrepresentation” and “recisssion.” (The last term apparently refers to someone having “rescinded” or gone back on a deal point.) I don’t know about this stuff, but shouldn’t Quaid’s agent have stipulated in his contract that if the film turns into a surprise hit and makes, say, over $30 million that Quaid automatically gets paid this amount retroactively, and if it earns over $50 million he gets paid that amount retroactively, and so on? A studio-based person who knows something about contracts and indie-world financing has theorized that Quaid’s agent might have been rebuffed upon trying to even discuss putting such terms in the contract because “of Quaid’s standing…because he’s not big enough…if it had been Matt Dillon [Focus] might have said we’ll give you a bump after the film makes certain earnings,” but they may not have let Quaid’s agent even begin that conversation. Is it really “career suicide” for Quaid to do this, as a certain columnist has suggested? “Kind of,” the studio source said. It’s a rough world out there.