Smith on Shyamalan

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Kevin Smith has a certain perspective on the heat that M. Night Shyamalan has been getting lately for spilling every last intimate thought and hang-up and creative concern in Michael Bamberger’s The Man Who Heard Voices. Smith has been doing nearly the same thing, after all, by sharing his ups and downs and innermost whatevers on View Askew since the mid ’90s. So I asked him about the M. Night brouhaha at the Clerks 2 junket , and here’s what he said: “I think maybe there’s something to be said for [directors] staying under the radar. There are different rules for a guy like me given the kind of movies I’m making. My movies haven’t made over two billion dollars, and so when I talk about what’s been going on backstage people it doesn’t sound quite as whiney to people.”

“Dupree” surge

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A sudden extraordinary surge of interest in You, Me and Dupree is showing up in today’s tracking. From last Sunday’s polling to Wednesday’s (i.e., yesterday’s) , it went from 71 general awareness and 25 definite interest to 81 general and 37 definite — a big-ass jump. And it all happened last weekend. Surges like this are rare, and are usually due to a change in the TV ad campaign when they happen. This may be an aberration, or maybe it’s just more evidence that people don’t pay attention to upcoming films until they’re a week away from opening. So it’s looking for a half-decent Dupree opening, but more in the range of $15 million rather than $20 million. Maybe.

Dallas cutbacks

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More old-media film critic cutbacks, this time in the Big D. The Dallas Observer‘s Robert Wilonsky is reporting that “Belo Corp. management has decided to ditch most, if not all, of the Dallas Morning News movie and television critics. Word of this stunning move toward scaling back the paper’s GuideLive arts staff comes weeks after it was announced that the News was offering what it called ‘voluntary severance’ in order to eliminate some 50 to 60 editorial positions at the paper.”

Frat Packer standings

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Here are the latest, up-to-the-minute Frat Pack standings as of 7.13.06: the King Shit title-holder is either Steve Carell, who has the best role of his career in Little Miss Sunshine (Fox Searchlight, 7.26), Vince Vaughn (as long as he doesn’t get too fat, and hats off if he takes that John O’Neill role in Against All Enemies), or Jack Black. Ben Stiller has been in a state of dormancy for so long I can’t remember when there was any serious heat on the guy (Dodgeball?) although he may be back on the horse with A Night in the Museum come December. Owen Wilson‘s marquee cred is about to take a big hit after people get a look at You, Me and Dupree this weekend…but he’ll bounce back. Luke Wilson‘s acting as a relaxed lowball smoothie in The Family Stone was a career breakthrough, but mellow-toned amiableness does not a frat packer make. Will Ferrell looked like toast last summer after the failure of Bewitched and especially after audiences were heard groaning when he first emerged from the shadows to begin his cameo in The Wedding Crashers, but now he’s (apparently) back with Talladega Nights (Columbia, 8.4) and Marc Forster’s reportedly impressive Stranger Than Fiction. Oh, and here’s a far less judgmental Frat Pack piece by USA Today‘s Susie Woz, a.k.a., Susan Wloszczyna.

Dawson, Cruz and OCT

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This is old news to the graphic-novel community, but Rosario Dawson recited the basic promo drill the other day about “Occult Crimes Taskforce,” a just-published comic-book series in the vein of X Files and Men in Black (about “different creatures, different people and different things having to live with each other”) that’s about a new action-chick character (obviously the spittin’ image of Dawson) named Sophia Cruz.

“OCT” arrived in comic-book stores (like West Hollywood’s Golden Apple) this month, and Dawson will be hitting Comic Con late next week or so to promote it. She said at the Clerks 2 junket on Tuesday that Cruz is a vulnerable lady-with- a-gun-and-badge in the tradition of Jodie Foster‘s Clarice Starling in The Silence of the Lambs. Naturally, a video game and a feature film version are in the works.

Disney whackings (cont’d)

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Reported in late May by N.Y. Times stalwart Laura Holson, rotely repeated by yours truly after speaking to a Disney employee at a party a week and a half ago, and now reiterated by Variety and also CNN Reuters: whackings, whackings…big whackings at Disney are soon to happen. “Plans to slash annual movie production by more than half — film production will drop from 18 films annually to eight — and eliminate jobs to ttrim costs and improve shareholder returns.” L.A. Times reporter Claudia Eller has written that “people familiar with the studio’s plans [estimate] that the workforce will be reduced by 20% to 25%.”

“Clerks 2” party montage

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One of my absolute favorite things in this town (or any town, for that matter) is being invited to a party that’s supposed to start at 10 pm, as I was to Tuesday night’s Clerks 2 soiree at the Avalon on Vine Street, only to be kept waiting for five or ten minutes outside the damn place because the people in charge don’t feel like letting the guests in just yet, even though they’ve had a couple of hours to prepare for their arrival — 7.11.06, 10:08 pm.

(a) A ’70s or ’80s style sub-run theatre on Hollywood Blvd. near Vine — Tuesday, 7.11.06, 9:50 pm; (b) 1950s Mickey Spillane-styled sleazy sex shop and strip joint; (c) Surprise reaction to snapping of a photo during breakfast at Urth Caffe on Melrose — Monday, 7.10.06, 9:15 am; (d) Old Capitol records building on Vine Street opposite the Avalon — Monday, 7.11.06, 9:50 pm; (3) I beat a hasty retreat to the old 1949 Bob’s Big Boy on Riverside just after the Lady in the Water screening last night — Wednesday, 7.12.06, 10:20 pm; (4) ditto — Wednesday, 7.12.06, 10:23 pm

Jacobson was right

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I’m very, very sorry to report this because I admire M. Night Shyamalan‘s crazy courage — the guts to follow through on a way-out-there vision of a film that he believes in 110%, despite the risk of complete failure. There are very few filmmakers like him. But after the word gets out about Lady in the Water, a lot of filmmakers are going to be very, very relieved that they don’t resemble Night at all.
I saw Lady in the Water Wednesday evening. I don’t know when the right time will be to post a review, but I know one thing: Disney chief Nina Jacobson is looking like one very smart, very prophetic executive. There’s an already-famous Jacobson quote in Michael Bamberger‘s book (“The Man Who Heard Voices”), and after coming home from tonight’s screening I read them over again, and I’m really sorry to write this because it makes me feel like Bob Balaban’s “Farber” character to do so, but much of what she said about Shyamalan’s Lady script way back when still holds.
“You said it was funny — I didn’t laugh.,” Jacobson told Night. “Your’e going to let a [film] critic get attacked? They’ll kill you for that. Your part’s too big — you’ll get killed again. You’ve got a writer who wants to change the world but doesn’t, but somebody reads the writer and does? Don’t get it. Lin Lao Choi is going to explain all these rules and all these words? Not buying it. Not getting it. Not working.” I don’t want to get started, but there are many, many more issues of concern besides these.

Way of the Ass

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Way of the Ass

[Spoiler Note: If you consider a single specific description of a gross-out moment in a Kevin Smith film to be an earth-shaking spoiler, read no further.]
I can roll with bestiality as an occasional online diversion. Every five or six months, I mean. I’m not a subscriber to any of the farm-love sites, but an actor once sent me a video file…you don’t want to know. But I’ve never seen a donkey show in Tijuana, and I’m proud that the notion of attending one has never crossed my mind.


KRosario Dawon and Brian O’Halloran in Kevin Smith’s Clerks 2

How did I get started on this subject ? Oh, yeah….Kevin Smith’s Clerks 2 (Wein- stein Co., 7.21), which does the gay-donkey thing inside a New Jersey fast-food joint called Mooby’s in the third act with the whole crew (Brian O’Halloran, Jeff Anderson, Smith, Jayson Mewes, Rosario Dawson, Trevor Fuhrman) alternately fascinated and horrified, etc.
I come from a decent middle-class New Jersey family, and I’ve read read hundreds of good books. I have two children, I can sing on-key and play drums, I know how to write, I’ve been to Paris and Prague and Rome, I know some of the best people on the planet, I used to be heavily into the Bhagavad-Gita, and here I am riffing on a scene in a film in which a bald leather-clad gay guy blows a donkey and then lubes the poor animal and anally goes to town
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I was fine with Clerks 2. Okay…define “fine.” I think it means feeling okay, smiling, laughing now and then…having an alpha time of it.
I’m a fool for Jayson Mewes (whom I once called “the Marlon Brando of stoner comedies”) and also Ms. Dawson, whose passion and vivaciousness upgrades this film all to hell. (As Smith put it yesterday during a round-table session at the Clerks junket, Dawson’s top-grade acting is verified by the fact that “she makes you believe that she would fuck Brian O’Halloran.”) And it has a Jackson Five musical dance sequence that rocks out pretty well.


Jayson Mewes, Kevin Smith

I presume I don’t have to go into the basic drill about O’Halloran and Anderson playing older, slightly chunkier versons of the Dante and Randal characters they portrayed in Smith’s original Clerks…you know this. The guys getting older and still treading water in a retail service job (serving fast food instead of selling smokes), and wondering what the hell’s next.
But the energy and the humor is up and down, in and out…and I just wanted more. I was hoping for Clerks 2 to be faster and darker. That’s just me. It hangs in there true and steady, but it doesn’t build all that much as it moves along. It keeps to a certain deliberate pace and I guess I’m more comfortable with more wildness. I wanted more boyfriends and girlfriends arguing and challenging each other, more pushing the limits of propriety, more confrontations with customers, more shoving ….something looser and ruder.
I can honestly say that until last week I’d never heard, much less used, the term “porch monkey”, but Clerks 2 has rectified the first half of that situation. (If you want an idea of how racist-ugly Americans can be, check out this Wikipedia page on ethnic slur terms.) And I agreed with Randal when he asks in the film, ‘Why is ‘porch monkey’ necessarily a racial slur? It refers to a lazy guy doing nothing but hanging out on his porch. And monkey isn’t racial thing — it just implies “devolved.”
Little Miss Sunshine does something pretty amazing. It sometimes drops down into some pretty dark places, but then two minutes later it bounces right back and does something pretty damn funny, or at least amusing, and sometimes touching. With the memory of that film in my head, I was kind of hoping for some meaner, grislier, heart-of-New-Jersey darkness stuff in Clerks 2.

Kevin Smith is too nice and mild-mannered, I guess, to go in that direction. I know him pretty well and it’s really not a rumor — he’s one of the gentlest and giving-est guys working in this town. (What do you want me to do, lie about this?)
Thing is, Clerks 2 is about something very real and not altogether pretty — what happens when under-the-radar guys get into their 30s and they’re still doing nothing with their lives? What’s it like to deal with this? What options are possible? Are people doomed by this age, or do they still have a shot?
The despair levels that I’ve seen among the unambitious knockaround types I know from Fairfield County are not pretty. Rage sometimes erupts out of nowhere and then it’s “whoa….look out.” These guys are not living lives of any fullness or self-satisfaction. And there’s no one like Smith to point a finger at something psychological or sociological and say, “Forget what you’ve read or heard — this is what’s really happening.”
I think if Smith wanted to get down and make a funny movie that also takes a probing look at a sad situation that may be happening with — who knows? — tens of thousands of GenX slacker types, he could do it with one hand tied behind his back. But he hasn’t chosen to, and he’s cool with that. He’s just not a fire-in-the-belly John Osborne or Chuck Palahniuk.


A perfectly focused glass of water (center) and a less-focused Jason Mewes at Tuesday’s Clerks 2 junket at Four Seasons Hotel — 7.11, 2:20 pm.

Nothing against Anderson and O’Halloran, but I would have preferred seeing another Jay and Silent Bob film, or even one that’s mostly about Jay. Call it a weakness, but I think Mewes is a truly gifted madman. I peed in my pants at the Silence of the Lambs stuff he does in Clerks 2, and I just think he’s a star, and that he’s got more X-factor magnetism than Anderson or Halloran have any day of the week.
I loved the Battle of the Trilogies debate scene (Rings vs. Star Wars). I was okay with the donkey-blowing, and cool with the urine ice being put into the glass of coke. I laughed at the porch monkey thing despite the negatives. The energy from Rosario Dawson is glorious when you consider the contrast. The vocal energy and the feeling in her eyes…Smith was either lucky or inspired or both when he decided to try and bring her into this.
I like O’Halloran’s sad, soulful eyes and his voice — he can do romantic lines pretty well — but I wasn’t quite comfortable with his puffy Irish kisser. With two women liking him enough to chow down on him, the guy should have dropped some pounds before shooting began. And what’s with the hair? I sat next to him during the junket yesterday and it’s kind of sandy brown, but his hair is dyed a kind of inky dark brown in the film and doesnt look right — like he did it himself at home.
Why was I cool with Clerks 2 but hated You, Me and Dupree? Because at least Clerks 2 has some genuinely funny stuff that kicks in from time to time, and because Mewes is funnier than Owen Wilson, and because Rosario Dawson kicks Kate Hudson’s ass.

Technical hassles

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The reader comment thing is up and rolling again. There was an awful technical hassle all day with the software having been disabled by the Soviet bureaucrats at Lunar Pages, on top of other issues and things to come. But the problem has now been rectified and everything’s jake…for now.