Let's just say it: The show was good, but predictable and nothing Earth-shatteringly interesting happened. I really don't have much more to say about it than what I posted last night right afterwards, but as expected a score of entertainment pundits were out in force to post their views on the show as a whole; and some of these I do indeed have something to say about. So let's get to it...
AICN's Harry Knowles weighed in on the show today, and like myself he's mad-as-hell about the short-shrift given to the technical awards in the "new format" this year. It's a tangent, but it's a passionate one:
http://www.aintitcool.com/display.cgi?id=19520
Speaking of angry, the "Passion" boosters are still trying to spin righteous talking points out of a controversy that just hasn't materialized for most of us... the public at large just isn't all that upset that a C-list actor getting whipped in a Jesus costume was deemed unworthy of a Best Picture nominee. Still, Bozell and company as a culture-critics have refined grasping at straws to the stature of a martial-art, and so here presents his scathing indictment of the evening: The audience applause sounded a little louder, apparently, for Chris Rock's jokes about "Fahrenheit 9/11" than for Chris Rock's jokes about "The Passion." Bozell's "Media Research Center" apparently finds this to be of such incredible importance that it made the top-entry of their latest "Cyberalerts" posting:
http://www.mediaresearch.org/cyberalerts/2005/cyb20050228.asp#1
Another unhappy fellow is Dr. James Hirsen. Yes, the Dr. James Hirsen. What? Never heard of him? Wow, what a surprise :)
Hirsen is basically an E!/National Inquirer-style celebrity/Hollywood gossip journalist with not one but TWO regular columns on the Far-Right website Newsmax.com. His schtick is covering the same "juicy" Hollywood scandal-rag stories as every other entertainment psuedo-journalist out there, but slanting every story towards "proving" his belief that the creative community is swarming with Weirdos and Freaks who (no doubt) need more Church in their lives. His thoughts on the show:
http://www.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2005/2/28/10449.shtml
Money quote: "But after hearing from countless numbers of folks, I suspect Rock's attempts did nothing to assuage the rage that people felt regarding the disgraceful dismissal of Mel Gibson's "The Passion of the Christ."
"Rage?" Folks, if you or anyone else is feeling anything that could be described as rage over the lack of "Passion" nominations, then you really need to sit back and take stock of your priorities. Those of you who would define yourselves as Christians may want to consider what Christ might have thought about His followers feeling rage about a crappy movie based on His death being denied a trophy. You may even want to reaquaint yourself with His actual philosophy and teachings on the subject of priorities, rage, etc... though you'll have to rent a different movie because none of that was considered worthwhile for inclusion in "The Passion."
And hey, were you wondering what Robin Williams putting that peice of tape over his mouth was all about? Well, turns out that the show's producers had nixed Williams' plan to sing a song trashing James Dobson and other so-called "conservative" religious leaders who'd been attacking cartoon characters for appearing in a schoolroom "pro-tolerance" video that they feared might inspire the coming generation to disregard the Christian Right's hatred of gays:
http://www.newsday.com/entertainment/news/wire/sns-ap-oscars-williams,0,3155460.story?coll=sns-ap-entertainment-headlines
Of course, as you saw, Williams proceeded to rip the tape off of his mouth and got in his digs at the Culture Warriors' expense in spoken-word form. Bravo to you, Mr. Williams.
More of these little vignettes of punditry as I find `em, but that's all for now...
Monday, February 28, 2005
Oscar Night Aftermath: First Impressions.
Okay, a more detailed entry will likely follow as the "rest of the story"-stories about the just-concluded Oscar telecast begin to trickle out, but for now my first impressions are as follows:
Chris Rock's hosting turn was funny and fresh, but not so funny and fresh enough I fear to dispell the notion that his MTV-generation comedy was an awkward fit for the too-stuffy-even-for-VH1 asthetic of the Academy. Rock's best material came in the form of "did he say that?"-deapans (introducing Halle Berry as star of "the highly anticipated Catwoman 2," or Penelope Cruz and Salma Hayek as "four of the lovliest images in Hollywood"), while "energy-injecting" exercises (interviewing attendees at the local Magic Johnson Cinema who prefered "White Chicks" to any of the nominated films, an embarassing sketch where he pretended to be a line-reading substitute for Catherine Zeta Jones opposite Adam Sandler) just didn't come off. Nice job overall, though.
The "shakeup" of giving out the lower-profile awards in the seats or by lineup is the worst idea for the show in many a moon. It was awkward, stilted and terribly undignified, and now that those subjected to it have nothing to lose I suspect most of them will be agreeing with me loudly tomorrow. This could not have been a more naked attempt to "speed things up" by further ghettoizing the technical and short-subject categories in order to give the Joan Rivers crowd more time to gawk at the Big Names in Pretty Dresses. Every single award handed out in one of the "new" methods was damned disgrace, no two ways about it.
Holy cow! Julia Roberts with a FIGURE!!?? Wow, thank heaven for those twins... and the two babies that helped make them possible :)
Morgan Freeman is just pure class. Finally able to see his name removed from the "I can't believe he's never won..." list, Freeman's speech is a short, pleasant thank you that spends more time praising the other players in the movie than it does on the man giving it. Well done.
How sweet was it to hear the near-total lack of applause any time "Passion of The Christ" was mentioned for anything? And how much sweeter to see it step up to get beat-down in every one of it's paltry nominated categories? The only thing that could have added to the overall sense of justice-served I felt at this would have been for "Sister Rose's Passion," a biography of the revolutionary Catholic nun who became a champion for purging Catholicism of it's anti-semetic "Passion Play"-era past, to have won the "Best Documentary - Short Subject" award, but this was not to be.
And speaking of "The Passion," how angry do you supposed Michael Medved, L. Brent Bozell and all the rest are that not only did their yearlong campaign to turn the film into an Oscar winner implode, but so did their spiteful Plan-B of destroying the win-chances of "Million Dollar Baby"? Clint Eastwood's film took home four of the six major awards, including Picture and Director, and will now likely be seen by everyone who was previously on the fence about seeing it. In the words of Clint's character, Frankie Dunn, at a point when one of "Baby's" major players scores a decisive moral victory over a gaggle of opportunistic neanderthals who just can't help but remind me of the Medvedites for some reason: "Maybe somebody ought to count to ten."
What was the deal with Dustin Hoffman and Barbara Streisand? Something got said just before they stepped into view, and Hoffman was pulling away from her like she'd just contracted smallpox. Was this failed schtick or was something else going on?
What is Beyonce Knowles doing there? I know, I know, this is more of trying to make the show "hip," but a pop crooner doing middling interpretations of the nominated songs is irritating and obnoxious in the extreme. Just play the damn songs, already.
That's all for now, be back later with more details and more blogging. Lemme know what you though in the Comments section.
Chris Rock's hosting turn was funny and fresh, but not so funny and fresh enough I fear to dispell the notion that his MTV-generation comedy was an awkward fit for the too-stuffy-even-for-VH1 asthetic of the Academy. Rock's best material came in the form of "did he say that?"-deapans (introducing Halle Berry as star of "the highly anticipated Catwoman 2," or Penelope Cruz and Salma Hayek as "four of the lovliest images in Hollywood"), while "energy-injecting" exercises (interviewing attendees at the local Magic Johnson Cinema who prefered "White Chicks" to any of the nominated films, an embarassing sketch where he pretended to be a line-reading substitute for Catherine Zeta Jones opposite Adam Sandler) just didn't come off. Nice job overall, though.
The "shakeup" of giving out the lower-profile awards in the seats or by lineup is the worst idea for the show in many a moon. It was awkward, stilted and terribly undignified, and now that those subjected to it have nothing to lose I suspect most of them will be agreeing with me loudly tomorrow. This could not have been a more naked attempt to "speed things up" by further ghettoizing the technical and short-subject categories in order to give the Joan Rivers crowd more time to gawk at the Big Names in Pretty Dresses. Every single award handed out in one of the "new" methods was damned disgrace, no two ways about it.
Holy cow! Julia Roberts with a FIGURE!!?? Wow, thank heaven for those twins... and the two babies that helped make them possible :)
Morgan Freeman is just pure class. Finally able to see his name removed from the "I can't believe he's never won..." list, Freeman's speech is a short, pleasant thank you that spends more time praising the other players in the movie than it does on the man giving it. Well done.
How sweet was it to hear the near-total lack of applause any time "Passion of The Christ" was mentioned for anything? And how much sweeter to see it step up to get beat-down in every one of it's paltry nominated categories? The only thing that could have added to the overall sense of justice-served I felt at this would have been for "Sister Rose's Passion," a biography of the revolutionary Catholic nun who became a champion for purging Catholicism of it's anti-semetic "Passion Play"-era past, to have won the "Best Documentary - Short Subject" award, but this was not to be.
And speaking of "The Passion," how angry do you supposed Michael Medved, L. Brent Bozell and all the rest are that not only did their yearlong campaign to turn the film into an Oscar winner implode, but so did their spiteful Plan-B of destroying the win-chances of "Million Dollar Baby"? Clint Eastwood's film took home four of the six major awards, including Picture and Director, and will now likely be seen by everyone who was previously on the fence about seeing it. In the words of Clint's character, Frankie Dunn, at a point when one of "Baby's" major players scores a decisive moral victory over a gaggle of opportunistic neanderthals who just can't help but remind me of the Medvedites for some reason: "Maybe somebody ought to count to ten."
What was the deal with Dustin Hoffman and Barbara Streisand? Something got said just before they stepped into view, and Hoffman was pulling away from her like she'd just contracted smallpox. Was this failed schtick or was something else going on?
What is Beyonce Knowles doing there? I know, I know, this is more of trying to make the show "hip," but a pop crooner doing middling interpretations of the nominated songs is irritating and obnoxious in the extreme. Just play the damn songs, already.
That's all for now, be back later with more details and more blogging. Lemme know what you though in the Comments section.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Religious "Right" takes one more shot at Oscar Night
WARNING: Even though most of you have by now either had the ending of "Million Dollar Baby" spoiled for you and/or have seen the film for yourselves, I'm still going to avoid actively posting or discussing the specifics on this blog entry. The folks in the articles I'll be linking to, though, will not be so kind so click at your own risk. You have been warned.
As of this writing, the Academy Awards are only about sixteen hours away. For the entire awards season, we've watched extremists claiming to represent America's religious community vent their frustrations at the "snubbing" of their beloved epic of medievalistic torture-porn, "The Passion of The Christ," by trying to "take down" the Awards themselves and the likely winners in particular. With it seeming more and more certain that Clint Eastwood's "Million Dollar Baby" will be the film that "steals 'The Passions' award," so called culture-watchers are making one last ditch effort to damage the reputation of the film and Eastwood out of what I can only describe as distinctly un-Christian spitefulness.
Albert Mohler, (posting at the Christian family website Crosswalk.com,) throws his hat in with the Medvedite critics who feel that spoiling the film will "save" potential viewers from it's "harmful" message:
http://www.crosswalk.com/news/weblogs/mohler/?adate=2/24/2005#1314506
It's mostly spoilers, so I can't use most of the best money quotes, but here he is defending Medved:
"The cultural left responded with a vengeance, defending "Million Dollar Baby" and Clint Eastwood and suggesting that Medved was a "spoiler," out to ruin the movie's commercial prospects."
Okay, let's be clear about this here: Medved IS a spoiler, and there's nothing "vengeance"-related about calling him so. Whether you disagree (as Medved does) with what he sees as the film's message, withholding the dark 3rd-act plot twist so that it wallops the audience the same as it does the characters is THE central narrative mechanism of the film: In giving it away, anyone who does so forces the audience to see the film in a manner infinitely less affecting than was intended, and beyond all that it's still just a rotten thing to do.
Crosswalk also posts an article adding fuel to the "boycott the Oscars for ignoring Mel Gibson!" fires, courtesy of "independent film producer-director and screenwriter" Joe Camp, best known (oh heck, ONLY known) as the creator of "Benji." Joe Camp thinks our culture is going downhill, that Hollywood is to blame, and that their failure to nominate a nearly-plotless feature-length depiction of a C-list actor in a Jesus costume getting the stuffing kicked out of him as the Best Picture of The Year is the final nail in the coffin. But Mr. Camp can say it better for himself:
http://www.crosswalk.com/fun/movies/1314224.html
Now, I've never heard that Joe Camp is anything but a really stellar guy. And I'm certainly not going to argue the film-quality-gauging skills of the auteur who cracked the uber-complex cinematic equation of "that dog is cute, let's film that dog," but lets look at some quotes here:
"I would like to see all the Christian people who went out and spent money and made it one of the top-grossing pictures of all time not watch the Academy Awards, just because of that,"
And before that, the article tells us (in regards to the "Family Values" of the "Benji" franchise):
"Another movie that depicts those values even more directly is one "Benji"'s creator regards with great admiration: "The Passion of the Christ." He feels producer-director Mel Gibson's movie about the crucifixion of Jesus has proven the power of the individual, with uncompromising vision and beauty, as few other films before it have done -- and, lest anyone forget, it was a box office blockbuster to boot."
Yegh. Enough is enough, people. I want ONE of these Religious "Right" zealots propping up "The Passion" to explain to me where all these "values" are in the film. We see almost none of Christs' good works or teachings, of the multiple miracles he's said to have performed the film feels the best thing to show us is a fictional scene crediting The Lamb of God with the invention of Big Tables. If I'm not already a believing, practicing, 100%-converted Fundamentalist Christian before I sit down for this movie, WHAT am I supposed to get out of this other than a long stretch of the kind of "plotless gorefest" the Michael Medveds of the world have spent their whole prior careers telling me I was going to Hell for enjoying? If watching a main character take a hellacious beating and come back for more is the definition of a film about values, then "Passion" shares values-movie shelf space with everything from"Lord of The Rings" and "Star Wars" to "Salo," "Kill Bill" and "The Story of O." Yet somehow, I don't think the director of "Benji" is going to try and convince me that "The Story of O" was robbed of an Academy Award nod anytime soon. Just a ballpark guess.
Ahem. That being said, Camp makes his point eloquently and his feelings sound sincere. And "Benji" really is one of the better dog movies, when you get right down to it.
Let's hear from a lady. Jill Stanek is an anti-abortion-rights activist, who's position on the subject lies slightly to the right of the talon-fingered newborn from "It's Alive!" Though she's definately not-kidding-around with her comittment to her cause, she's evidently not above using the difficult subject matter of her cause as the money-shot in a gag headline. Witness her new Worldnetdaily column, entitled "Pro-lifers: Abort the Academy Awards!"
http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=43052
Here's where this one gets interesting: After using the word "abortion" as a shock-word for a jokey headline about a movie award show, the actual column attacks Oscar Host-to-be Chris Rock for having made abortion jokes in his past. Here's Rock's joke:
"Abortion, it's beautiful, it's beautiful abortion is legal," joked Rock. "I love going to an abortion rally to pick up women, cause you know they are f---ing."
Okay, the only thing "shocking" about that joke is that an original talent like Rock would resort to that worn-out Frat Boy oldie of a dirty joke. But here's Stanek's outraged reaction:
"Some say Rock was actually making a sarcastic indictment against abortion. That could be, and his comment did open my eyes a little wider on the exploitive nature of abortion. Nevertheless, the joke was repulsive, and any comedian who would use abortion to get a laugh is the last comedian in the world I want to watch on television. Abortion is the unfunniest topic in the world."
"The unfunniest topic in the world..." unless the funny is occuring in headlines to her own articles, apparently. But while pointing out baldfaced hypocrisy may be fun, (and it is,) we move on to the REAL reason she's up in arms: The Academy of Motion Pictures Arts & Sciences has had the unmitigated gall to nominated for various awards not one but TWO films that run counter to the personal politics of Jill Stanek. Well, at least she's not being unreasonable or anything...
Specifically, she takes issue with "Million Dollar Baby," for reasons I'm still not going to spoil for you, and "Vera Drake" for being about the life, arrest and trial of a pre-abortion-legality working class Englishwoman who provides (illegal) abortions for those too poor (or in too bad a situation) to afford the nice, discreet, clean (but still illegal) ones used frequently by the wealthy. My immediate reaction here is: "Tsk, tsk. She forgot 'Kinsey!"
But okay, as a "pro-lifer" Stanke has, of course, all the right in the world to be irked that "Vera Drake" has three nods. But she also saddles up next to the Medvedites when it comes to "Million Dollar Baby"...
"You've likely heard about the shocking end of "Million Dollar Baby" only from friends. Its ads and trailers give no clue to its real agenda."
This kind of groupthink borders on the eerie. People: Withholding details of a major plot and tonal shift is a NARRATIVE DEVICE, not evidence of a hidden agenda. Granted, Stanek and others who confuse the two have the benefit of not being professional critics and former film-scholars of note... what's Medved's excuse again?
In the end, there's ONE person left yet who hasn't been much heard from on the controversy, and that's the director/actor himself. Clint Eastwood has only offered smatterings of info on how he feels about the propaganda campaign being waged against him, but he finally spoke in depth in an extraordinary interview with Time Magazine:
http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1029865,00.html
Seriously, take the time and read that. Eastwood is not only the finest living actor/director in America, he's also one of the most honest and intelligent. One of the best filmmaker interviews I've ever read. But let's see the "money quote" exchange here, when Time writer Richard Schickle puts the Big One right on the table i.e. former Republican mayor Clint Eastwood "turning against" his Conservative fans with "Baby":
TIME: THERE'S A NOTION THAT CLINT EASTWOOD, THE GREAT AMERICAN ICON, HAS SOMEHOW DISAPPOINTED A SIGNIFICANT PORTION OF HIS CONSTITUENCY WITH THIS MOVIE.
EASTWOOD: "Well, I got a big laugh out of that. These people are always bitching about "Hollyweird," and then they start bitching about this film. Are they all so mad because The Passion of the Christ is only up for the makeup award and a couple of other minor things? Extremism is so easy. You've got your position, and that's it. It doesn't take much thought. And when you go far enough to the right you meet the same idiots coming around from the left."
Hey, whaddaya know... Dirty Harry just made my day :)
As of this writing, the Academy Awards are only about sixteen hours away. For the entire awards season, we've watched extremists claiming to represent America's religious community vent their frustrations at the "snubbing" of their beloved epic of medievalistic torture-porn, "The Passion of The Christ," by trying to "take down" the Awards themselves and the likely winners in particular. With it seeming more and more certain that Clint Eastwood's "Million Dollar Baby" will be the film that "steals 'The Passions' award," so called culture-watchers are making one last ditch effort to damage the reputation of the film and Eastwood out of what I can only describe as distinctly un-Christian spitefulness.
Albert Mohler, (posting at the Christian family website Crosswalk.com,) throws his hat in with the Medvedite critics who feel that spoiling the film will "save" potential viewers from it's "harmful" message:
http://www.crosswalk.com/news/weblogs/mohler/?adate=2/24/2005#1314506
It's mostly spoilers, so I can't use most of the best money quotes, but here he is defending Medved:
"The cultural left responded with a vengeance, defending "Million Dollar Baby" and Clint Eastwood and suggesting that Medved was a "spoiler," out to ruin the movie's commercial prospects."
Okay, let's be clear about this here: Medved IS a spoiler, and there's nothing "vengeance"-related about calling him so. Whether you disagree (as Medved does) with what he sees as the film's message, withholding the dark 3rd-act plot twist so that it wallops the audience the same as it does the characters is THE central narrative mechanism of the film: In giving it away, anyone who does so forces the audience to see the film in a manner infinitely less affecting than was intended, and beyond all that it's still just a rotten thing to do.
Crosswalk also posts an article adding fuel to the "boycott the Oscars for ignoring Mel Gibson!" fires, courtesy of "independent film producer-director and screenwriter" Joe Camp, best known (oh heck, ONLY known) as the creator of "Benji." Joe Camp thinks our culture is going downhill, that Hollywood is to blame, and that their failure to nominate a nearly-plotless feature-length depiction of a C-list actor in a Jesus costume getting the stuffing kicked out of him as the Best Picture of The Year is the final nail in the coffin. But Mr. Camp can say it better for himself:
http://www.crosswalk.com/fun/movies/1314224.html
Now, I've never heard that Joe Camp is anything but a really stellar guy. And I'm certainly not going to argue the film-quality-gauging skills of the auteur who cracked the uber-complex cinematic equation of "that dog is cute, let's film that dog," but lets look at some quotes here:
"I would like to see all the Christian people who went out and spent money and made it one of the top-grossing pictures of all time not watch the Academy Awards, just because of that,"
And before that, the article tells us (in regards to the "Family Values" of the "Benji" franchise):
"Another movie that depicts those values even more directly is one "Benji"'s creator regards with great admiration: "The Passion of the Christ." He feels producer-director Mel Gibson's movie about the crucifixion of Jesus has proven the power of the individual, with uncompromising vision and beauty, as few other films before it have done -- and, lest anyone forget, it was a box office blockbuster to boot."
Yegh. Enough is enough, people. I want ONE of these Religious "Right" zealots propping up "The Passion" to explain to me where all these "values" are in the film. We see almost none of Christs' good works or teachings, of the multiple miracles he's said to have performed the film feels the best thing to show us is a fictional scene crediting The Lamb of God with the invention of Big Tables. If I'm not already a believing, practicing, 100%-converted Fundamentalist Christian before I sit down for this movie, WHAT am I supposed to get out of this other than a long stretch of the kind of "plotless gorefest" the Michael Medveds of the world have spent their whole prior careers telling me I was going to Hell for enjoying? If watching a main character take a hellacious beating and come back for more is the definition of a film about values, then "Passion" shares values-movie shelf space with everything from"Lord of The Rings" and "Star Wars" to "Salo," "Kill Bill" and "The Story of O." Yet somehow, I don't think the director of "Benji" is going to try and convince me that "The Story of O" was robbed of an Academy Award nod anytime soon. Just a ballpark guess.
Ahem. That being said, Camp makes his point eloquently and his feelings sound sincere. And "Benji" really is one of the better dog movies, when you get right down to it.
Let's hear from a lady. Jill Stanek is an anti-abortion-rights activist, who's position on the subject lies slightly to the right of the talon-fingered newborn from "It's Alive!" Though she's definately not-kidding-around with her comittment to her cause, she's evidently not above using the difficult subject matter of her cause as the money-shot in a gag headline. Witness her new Worldnetdaily column, entitled "Pro-lifers: Abort the Academy Awards!"
http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=43052
Here's where this one gets interesting: After using the word "abortion" as a shock-word for a jokey headline about a movie award show, the actual column attacks Oscar Host-to-be Chris Rock for having made abortion jokes in his past. Here's Rock's joke:
"Abortion, it's beautiful, it's beautiful abortion is legal," joked Rock. "I love going to an abortion rally to pick up women, cause you know they are f---ing."
Okay, the only thing "shocking" about that joke is that an original talent like Rock would resort to that worn-out Frat Boy oldie of a dirty joke. But here's Stanek's outraged reaction:
"Some say Rock was actually making a sarcastic indictment against abortion. That could be, and his comment did open my eyes a little wider on the exploitive nature of abortion. Nevertheless, the joke was repulsive, and any comedian who would use abortion to get a laugh is the last comedian in the world I want to watch on television. Abortion is the unfunniest topic in the world."
"The unfunniest topic in the world..." unless the funny is occuring in headlines to her own articles, apparently. But while pointing out baldfaced hypocrisy may be fun, (and it is,) we move on to the REAL reason she's up in arms: The Academy of Motion Pictures Arts & Sciences has had the unmitigated gall to nominated for various awards not one but TWO films that run counter to the personal politics of Jill Stanek. Well, at least she's not being unreasonable or anything...
Specifically, she takes issue with "Million Dollar Baby," for reasons I'm still not going to spoil for you, and "Vera Drake" for being about the life, arrest and trial of a pre-abortion-legality working class Englishwoman who provides (illegal) abortions for those too poor (or in too bad a situation) to afford the nice, discreet, clean (but still illegal) ones used frequently by the wealthy. My immediate reaction here is: "Tsk, tsk. She forgot 'Kinsey!"
But okay, as a "pro-lifer" Stanke has, of course, all the right in the world to be irked that "Vera Drake" has three nods. But she also saddles up next to the Medvedites when it comes to "Million Dollar Baby"...
"You've likely heard about the shocking end of "Million Dollar Baby" only from friends. Its ads and trailers give no clue to its real agenda."
This kind of groupthink borders on the eerie. People: Withholding details of a major plot and tonal shift is a NARRATIVE DEVICE, not evidence of a hidden agenda. Granted, Stanek and others who confuse the two have the benefit of not being professional critics and former film-scholars of note... what's Medved's excuse again?
In the end, there's ONE person left yet who hasn't been much heard from on the controversy, and that's the director/actor himself. Clint Eastwood has only offered smatterings of info on how he feels about the propaganda campaign being waged against him, but he finally spoke in depth in an extraordinary interview with Time Magazine:
http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1029865,00.html
Seriously, take the time and read that. Eastwood is not only the finest living actor/director in America, he's also one of the most honest and intelligent. One of the best filmmaker interviews I've ever read. But let's see the "money quote" exchange here, when Time writer Richard Schickle puts the Big One right on the table i.e. former Republican mayor Clint Eastwood "turning against" his Conservative fans with "Baby":
TIME: THERE'S A NOTION THAT CLINT EASTWOOD, THE GREAT AMERICAN ICON, HAS SOMEHOW DISAPPOINTED A SIGNIFICANT PORTION OF HIS CONSTITUENCY WITH THIS MOVIE.
EASTWOOD: "Well, I got a big laugh out of that. These people are always bitching about "Hollyweird," and then they start bitching about this film. Are they all so mad because The Passion of the Christ is only up for the makeup award and a couple of other minor things? Extremism is so easy. You've got your position, and that's it. It doesn't take much thought. And when you go far enough to the right you meet the same idiots coming around from the left."
Hey, whaddaya know... Dirty Harry just made my day :)
Saturday, February 26, 2005
REVIEW: Cursed
MovieBob to Universe: You can please stop with all of the you-asked-for-it ironic/karmic signs already, we get the idea. The 90s are over.
Our latest exhibit that the preceeding decade has, officially, passed into the ether comes in the form of "Cursed," a teenaged-werewolf entry from the former "Scream" team of director Wes Craven and writer Kevin Williamson, which arrived in U.S. theater's yesterday to snatch the title of "worst excuse for a horror movie in 2006 thus-far" from "Boogeyman." Yup, it's as bad as you've heard.
You might remember that, back in 1996, Williamson and Craven's innaugural collaboration, "Scream," was regarded as something of a big deal. If you were pop-culture-attuned at all at the time, you may recall hearing that this film, an updated 80s-style "teen slasher" with the "hook" that the characters were aware of the "rules" of their genre, was credited with "reviving horror movies." If you were a Movie Geek at the time, you may recall getting unspeakably annoyed at people who, upon hearing you say something marginally obscure about film, were given to point and declare "Yo! He's like that dude from "Scream!"
You might also remember that Williamson followed his success with three more teenaged horror movies, "I Know What You Did Last Summer," "The Faculty," and "Teaching Mrs. Tingle," (none of which were very good), a "Scream" sequel (also not all that good) and the catastrophically awful WB teen-drama "Dawson's Creek," the toxic influence of which is still being felt today. Craven, the one-time 70s/80s horror master who had fallen on hard times prior to "Scream," had a brief upshot in work-quality, then went back to hard times as the executive-producer of a slew of bad movies and director of a Meryl Streep oscar-bait yawner about a violin teacher. No, really.
"Scream" was the quintessential "90's" horror-movie, in as much as it was an "independent film" made and released by a big studio with name actors, endlessly in love with it's own glib cleverness and, above all else, traded heavily in the "reference humor" popularized by Kevin Smith and run mercilessly into the ground by... everyone else and Kevin Williamson in particular. One more thing that makes it utterly a film of the 90s is that "Scream" became dated so fast that it became itself easy-fodder for the "reference humor" of "Scary Movie" with dizzying quickness. In fact, let me put it out on the table right now: As far as Williamson is concerned, I'm of the mind that the emporer has no clothes.
Williamson's "Scream" schtick (a formula movie where the main cast kept joking about formula movies) went over big with the mainstream critics, who openly welcomed a "horror" movie that seemed to agree with them about how silly they always thought horror movies were to begin with. From where I was standing, most of the teenage audiences whom the media told us were "won back" to slasher films by Williamson's cleverness didn't really get into the jokes, and the Horror Geeks who would've gotten into the jokes didn't because they weren't all that nifty as references go (Jason wasn't the killer in the first "Friday the 13th???" Whoa!) For my money, "Scream" was a hit because it was a solid Wes Craven slasher movie, and teens of that generation hadn't had one to call their own yet. As if to prove my point for me, Williamson's follow-up script for "I Know..." was in-joke free and did the same kind of business.
And furthermore, Williamson can't even lay claim to having pioneered anything with self-aware horror. Horror movies where the characters were "aware" of horror movies had been done as recently as 1991 in "There's Nothing Out There," as the boys at StompTokyo.com discovered:
http://www.stomptokyo.com/movies/theres-nothing-out-there.html
(And yes, I'm aware that StompTokyo's reviewers say in that review that they think "Scream" was still better, so you don't need to bother pointing that out.)
And hey, Wes Craven himself did it before "Scream" as well, in "Wes Craven's New Nightmare."
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111686/
Agree or disagree with me about "Scream," but it can't be denied that "Cursed" was hoped by all involved to be the Craven/Williamson-blockbuster's second coming: The poster is nigh-identical, it's a teen-targeted horror release, etc. From the get-go, this has been the promise: "Scream' but with Werewolves!" Granted, exploring teenaged-angst through the metaphor of Lyncathropy is precisely as old as the teen-horror genre itself (having been originated in the 50s with "I Was A Teenaged Werewolf"), but surely a decent entry can be drawn from this material. Craven, for all his ups and downs, is a great director of both young actors and onscreen carnage, and Werewolves are certainly the most violent of the "classic" movie monsters; so if nothing else we should be in for some good old fashioned monster-splatter courtesy of creature-FX god Rick Baker. And hey, Christina Ricci is in it, and her bambi-eyed sexy/creepy hotness goes with horror films like pizza goes with everything. Someone would have to try to screw this up, right?
Well, if so, "someone" tried their ass off.
MILD SPOILERS FOLLOW:
"Cursed" finds Ricci as a 20-something TV publicist (in an early sign of unintentional-hilarity to come, she works for the canceled-ages-ago Craig Kilborn Show) taking care of her geeky teenaged brother (Jesse Eisenberg) after their parents' untimely deaths. She's in a dramatic relationship with a Wax Museum owner (Joshua Jackson sporting look-I'm-a-grownup-now facial hair) while lil' brother is pining for the high school hottie who's hot-tempered boyfriend (Milo Ventimiglia) likes to beat him up and accuse him of being gay. One night, the sibs get throttled by a Werewolf and wake up with canine-style superpowers that increasing at the ever-frightening rate of whenever-the-plot-dictates, and as you might expect The Race Is On to find and destroy the "original Werewolf" and end the curse before more (offscreen) violence occurs.
Would you be surprised if I told you that Ricci's wolf-powers interfere with her work while Eisenberg's turn him into an overnight campus big-shot? Would it bowl you over if I told you that the initial attacker-Wolf is walking around in-congito among the main cast? Or that it's not only eye-rollingly easy to pick out not only the "whodunnit" twist but also the supposed-gotcha "who-also-dunnit" twist? No? Hm. How'd I know? Maybe I'm psychic... but it's funny, I don't feel like Patricia Arquette...
Okay, so the plot is trash and the characters are central-casting cutouts even on Kevin Williamson's curve, but this is STILL Wes Craven, still a Werewolf movie and still has Rick Baker effects, so at least there's plenty of sweet man-in-suit monsters spilling plenty of latex entrails and Karo syrup all over the place, right? Nope, no dice.
The industry scuttlebutt on this one, for awhile, has been that the studio tossed out the script and ordered a rehaul in the middle of shooting, (tossing out original castmembers Skeet Ulrich and Omar Epps,) and that in addition they ordered scenes featuring Baker's monster-suit werewolf trimmed and replaced with a CGI-double. After Wes Craven claiming that he was "still proud" of the finished film so long as they didn't "cut it," the film was stripped of its gore-scenes in order to take advantage of the post-Ring/Grudge/Boogeyman paradigm of "make a PG-13 horror movie, open in the #1 spot.
What we're left with is a film that is, without hyperbole, almost-totally useless: A lousy-looking Werewolf we almost never see, making a gorey mess that we really never see, out of a roster of character we can't possibly care about. Oh, and the requisite bad taste in our mouths from knowing that we'll have to wait for the innevitable "UNRATED DIRECTOR'S CUT" DVD double-dip to find out of this was any better when it had some blood in it.
The film has ONE semi-interesting moment where a slightly better movie seems to be on the horizon: After Kid Brother throttles Homophobic Jock with his Werewolf-Kwon-Do in gym class, he points out the oft-held irony that vocal-homophobes are often closeted gays themselves. That night, Homophobic Jock comes to the house to appologize, comes out of the closet to Kid Brother and, still under the assumption that Kid Brother is also gay, tries to kiss him. The film unwisely (yet sadly in-tune with the likely sensibilities of most of it's audience) plays the whole thing for laughs, ("I'm not gay, I'm cursed!" "Dude, I know! It does feel like a curse sometimes..." yuk, yuk, yuk,) but it's the one unexpected thing in an entirely paint-by-numbers movie; and Ventimiglia as the Jock manages the character shift so well that by the time he's charging off into anti-Werewolf battle with the would-be object of his affection he turns into "Cursed's" best character in almost exact concurrance with the film's forgetting his existance.
Even given this bad review (and all the other bad reviews,) some of you, like me, know you're going to see this anyway just to get a look at the latest Rick Baker monster suit (for the record: There's really only two good solid full-body shots of it when it's not the ultra-cheap CGI dupe,) and I'm sorry to report that it's a letdown as well: Oh, Baker's sculpting and musculature are as good looking as ever, but at the level of basic design this is one of the least cool-looking Werewolves in a long time; barely even looking like a wolf at all and in fact bearing a closer resemblance to a giant bipedal Badger. Worse yet, the one transformation scene we get is done entirely with CGI, and Ricci and Eisenberg never transform at all. In fact, one of the big "final confrontation scenes" between characters who are all Werewolves has them in human form the whole time, tossing eachother around a kitchen and bellowing teen-angst melodrama just like in "Scream." If there's a mistake a Werewolf movie can make, "Cursed" makes it twice.
This is the kind of bad horror movie that will be making the lists of bad horror movies compiled by Film Geeks well into the next decade. It's not scary, it's not interesting, it's characters are empty, it's script is disposable, it's monsters suck and it's gore is nonexistant. I'm going to beg you here: Don't see this movie. Don't give your money to this. Don't let this turn into a hit and send one more message to Hollywood that they don't have to try to make successful horror movies. If you want a "teen-angst Werewolf movie," get down to the rental place and ask them for THIS:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0210070/
It's called "Ginger Snaps," and if you've got a Horror Geek worth his weight in Fango backissues in your life he's probably already told you that this "has to be" better than "Cursed." Listen to him. It's got better Werewolves, better gore and one of the best horror scripts of the last couple of years. Just like "Cursed," it's got introverted siblings, teenaged-issues exaggerated into horrors by a Werewolf bite, even an Evil Jock as a red-herring baddie, but UNLIKE "Cursed" it's not afraid of being smart, creepy and sexy about things; eventually turning Lycanthropy into a fits-like-a-glove metaphor for teenaged menstrual-angst. It's good stuff.
"Cursed" is not good stuff. "Cursed" is a film of no use or value to film buffs, Movie Geeks, Horror Geeks or just general moviegoers. It's a nothing-movie, and the only scary prospect it brings is the thought of having to endure "Cursed II: The Suckening" should this make back it's budget come Monday morning.
FINAL RATING: 3/10
Our latest exhibit that the preceeding decade has, officially, passed into the ether comes in the form of "Cursed," a teenaged-werewolf entry from the former "Scream" team of director Wes Craven and writer Kevin Williamson, which arrived in U.S. theater's yesterday to snatch the title of "worst excuse for a horror movie in 2006 thus-far" from "Boogeyman." Yup, it's as bad as you've heard.
You might remember that, back in 1996, Williamson and Craven's innaugural collaboration, "Scream," was regarded as something of a big deal. If you were pop-culture-attuned at all at the time, you may recall hearing that this film, an updated 80s-style "teen slasher" with the "hook" that the characters were aware of the "rules" of their genre, was credited with "reviving horror movies." If you were a Movie Geek at the time, you may recall getting unspeakably annoyed at people who, upon hearing you say something marginally obscure about film, were given to point and declare "Yo! He's like that dude from "Scream!"
You might also remember that Williamson followed his success with three more teenaged horror movies, "I Know What You Did Last Summer," "The Faculty," and "Teaching Mrs. Tingle," (none of which were very good), a "Scream" sequel (also not all that good) and the catastrophically awful WB teen-drama "Dawson's Creek," the toxic influence of which is still being felt today. Craven, the one-time 70s/80s horror master who had fallen on hard times prior to "Scream," had a brief upshot in work-quality, then went back to hard times as the executive-producer of a slew of bad movies and director of a Meryl Streep oscar-bait yawner about a violin teacher. No, really.
"Scream" was the quintessential "90's" horror-movie, in as much as it was an "independent film" made and released by a big studio with name actors, endlessly in love with it's own glib cleverness and, above all else, traded heavily in the "reference humor" popularized by Kevin Smith and run mercilessly into the ground by... everyone else and Kevin Williamson in particular. One more thing that makes it utterly a film of the 90s is that "Scream" became dated so fast that it became itself easy-fodder for the "reference humor" of "Scary Movie" with dizzying quickness. In fact, let me put it out on the table right now: As far as Williamson is concerned, I'm of the mind that the emporer has no clothes.
Williamson's "Scream" schtick (a formula movie where the main cast kept joking about formula movies) went over big with the mainstream critics, who openly welcomed a "horror" movie that seemed to agree with them about how silly they always thought horror movies were to begin with. From where I was standing, most of the teenage audiences whom the media told us were "won back" to slasher films by Williamson's cleverness didn't really get into the jokes, and the Horror Geeks who would've gotten into the jokes didn't because they weren't all that nifty as references go (Jason wasn't the killer in the first "Friday the 13th???" Whoa!) For my money, "Scream" was a hit because it was a solid Wes Craven slasher movie, and teens of that generation hadn't had one to call their own yet. As if to prove my point for me, Williamson's follow-up script for "I Know..." was in-joke free and did the same kind of business.
And furthermore, Williamson can't even lay claim to having pioneered anything with self-aware horror. Horror movies where the characters were "aware" of horror movies had been done as recently as 1991 in "There's Nothing Out There," as the boys at StompTokyo.com discovered:
http://www.stomptokyo.com/movies/theres-nothing-out-there.html
(And yes, I'm aware that StompTokyo's reviewers say in that review that they think "Scream" was still better, so you don't need to bother pointing that out.)
And hey, Wes Craven himself did it before "Scream" as well, in "Wes Craven's New Nightmare."
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111686/
Agree or disagree with me about "Scream," but it can't be denied that "Cursed" was hoped by all involved to be the Craven/Williamson-blockbuster's second coming: The poster is nigh-identical, it's a teen-targeted horror release, etc. From the get-go, this has been the promise: "Scream' but with Werewolves!" Granted, exploring teenaged-angst through the metaphor of Lyncathropy is precisely as old as the teen-horror genre itself (having been originated in the 50s with "I Was A Teenaged Werewolf"), but surely a decent entry can be drawn from this material. Craven, for all his ups and downs, is a great director of both young actors and onscreen carnage, and Werewolves are certainly the most violent of the "classic" movie monsters; so if nothing else we should be in for some good old fashioned monster-splatter courtesy of creature-FX god Rick Baker. And hey, Christina Ricci is in it, and her bambi-eyed sexy/creepy hotness goes with horror films like pizza goes with everything. Someone would have to try to screw this up, right?
Well, if so, "someone" tried their ass off.
MILD SPOILERS FOLLOW:
"Cursed" finds Ricci as a 20-something TV publicist (in an early sign of unintentional-hilarity to come, she works for the canceled-ages-ago Craig Kilborn Show) taking care of her geeky teenaged brother (Jesse Eisenberg) after their parents' untimely deaths. She's in a dramatic relationship with a Wax Museum owner (Joshua Jackson sporting look-I'm-a-grownup-now facial hair) while lil' brother is pining for the high school hottie who's hot-tempered boyfriend (Milo Ventimiglia) likes to beat him up and accuse him of being gay. One night, the sibs get throttled by a Werewolf and wake up with canine-style superpowers that increasing at the ever-frightening rate of whenever-the-plot-dictates, and as you might expect The Race Is On to find and destroy the "original Werewolf" and end the curse before more (offscreen) violence occurs.
Would you be surprised if I told you that Ricci's wolf-powers interfere with her work while Eisenberg's turn him into an overnight campus big-shot? Would it bowl you over if I told you that the initial attacker-Wolf is walking around in-congito among the main cast? Or that it's not only eye-rollingly easy to pick out not only the "whodunnit" twist but also the supposed-gotcha "who-also-dunnit" twist? No? Hm. How'd I know? Maybe I'm psychic... but it's funny, I don't feel like Patricia Arquette...
Okay, so the plot is trash and the characters are central-casting cutouts even on Kevin Williamson's curve, but this is STILL Wes Craven, still a Werewolf movie and still has Rick Baker effects, so at least there's plenty of sweet man-in-suit monsters spilling plenty of latex entrails and Karo syrup all over the place, right? Nope, no dice.
The industry scuttlebutt on this one, for awhile, has been that the studio tossed out the script and ordered a rehaul in the middle of shooting, (tossing out original castmembers Skeet Ulrich and Omar Epps,) and that in addition they ordered scenes featuring Baker's monster-suit werewolf trimmed and replaced with a CGI-double. After Wes Craven claiming that he was "still proud" of the finished film so long as they didn't "cut it," the film was stripped of its gore-scenes in order to take advantage of the post-Ring/Grudge/Boogeyman paradigm of "make a PG-13 horror movie, open in the #1 spot.
What we're left with is a film that is, without hyperbole, almost-totally useless: A lousy-looking Werewolf we almost never see, making a gorey mess that we really never see, out of a roster of character we can't possibly care about. Oh, and the requisite bad taste in our mouths from knowing that we'll have to wait for the innevitable "UNRATED DIRECTOR'S CUT" DVD double-dip to find out of this was any better when it had some blood in it.
The film has ONE semi-interesting moment where a slightly better movie seems to be on the horizon: After Kid Brother throttles Homophobic Jock with his Werewolf-Kwon-Do in gym class, he points out the oft-held irony that vocal-homophobes are often closeted gays themselves. That night, Homophobic Jock comes to the house to appologize, comes out of the closet to Kid Brother and, still under the assumption that Kid Brother is also gay, tries to kiss him. The film unwisely (yet sadly in-tune with the likely sensibilities of most of it's audience) plays the whole thing for laughs, ("I'm not gay, I'm cursed!" "Dude, I know! It does feel like a curse sometimes..." yuk, yuk, yuk,) but it's the one unexpected thing in an entirely paint-by-numbers movie; and Ventimiglia as the Jock manages the character shift so well that by the time he's charging off into anti-Werewolf battle with the would-be object of his affection he turns into "Cursed's" best character in almost exact concurrance with the film's forgetting his existance.
Even given this bad review (and all the other bad reviews,) some of you, like me, know you're going to see this anyway just to get a look at the latest Rick Baker monster suit (for the record: There's really only two good solid full-body shots of it when it's not the ultra-cheap CGI dupe,) and I'm sorry to report that it's a letdown as well: Oh, Baker's sculpting and musculature are as good looking as ever, but at the level of basic design this is one of the least cool-looking Werewolves in a long time; barely even looking like a wolf at all and in fact bearing a closer resemblance to a giant bipedal Badger. Worse yet, the one transformation scene we get is done entirely with CGI, and Ricci and Eisenberg never transform at all. In fact, one of the big "final confrontation scenes" between characters who are all Werewolves has them in human form the whole time, tossing eachother around a kitchen and bellowing teen-angst melodrama just like in "Scream." If there's a mistake a Werewolf movie can make, "Cursed" makes it twice.
This is the kind of bad horror movie that will be making the lists of bad horror movies compiled by Film Geeks well into the next decade. It's not scary, it's not interesting, it's characters are empty, it's script is disposable, it's monsters suck and it's gore is nonexistant. I'm going to beg you here: Don't see this movie. Don't give your money to this. Don't let this turn into a hit and send one more message to Hollywood that they don't have to try to make successful horror movies. If you want a "teen-angst Werewolf movie," get down to the rental place and ask them for THIS:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0210070/
It's called "Ginger Snaps," and if you've got a Horror Geek worth his weight in Fango backissues in your life he's probably already told you that this "has to be" better than "Cursed." Listen to him. It's got better Werewolves, better gore and one of the best horror scripts of the last couple of years. Just like "Cursed," it's got introverted siblings, teenaged-issues exaggerated into horrors by a Werewolf bite, even an Evil Jock as a red-herring baddie, but UNLIKE "Cursed" it's not afraid of being smart, creepy and sexy about things; eventually turning Lycanthropy into a fits-like-a-glove metaphor for teenaged menstrual-angst. It's good stuff.
"Cursed" is not good stuff. "Cursed" is a film of no use or value to film buffs, Movie Geeks, Horror Geeks or just general moviegoers. It's a nothing-movie, and the only scary prospect it brings is the thought of having to endure "Cursed II: The Suckening" should this make back it's budget come Monday morning.
FINAL RATING: 3/10
REVIEW: Man of The House
Yeah, I know. No one cares how this is, no one was waiting for this, a great deal of you had never even heard of it or, if you had, knew it was coming. I was planning on reviewing it, but it turned out to be the only new movie my schedule allowed me to see tonight, so more's the pity on the both of us, eh?
This is one of those bad comedies that probably lost any chance it had to be any good the moment someone decided "it can't not work!" Most likely that moment occured concurrently with the hiring of Tommy Lee Jones for the lead. Jones is one of those little showbiz marvels, the talented, utterly-unpretentious workmanlike character actor so adept at filling up (often) thinly-written supporting roles with charisma that they become "marquee-name" leading-men because their very presence makes audiences feel instantly comfortable and "connected" to their role.
Always a reliable actor well-liked in his industry, Jones went from character actor to unlikely leading man after his "holy crap!"-inducing turn as Sam Gerad in "The Fugitive." Since that film (and his subsequent Oscar win) Jones has been one of Hollywood's busiest older-stars, appearing in a spectacular number of major-release films giving performances that are always good, frequently great and consistently based on the same premise: That audiences instantly connect with his decidedly-unimpressed-with-himself/old-school tough-guy vibe and can instantly imagine how "good" a movie might be by placing that "vibe" in any given situation. "Tommy Lee Jones fighting aliens with Will Smith" ("Men in Black") sounded like fun, and it was. "Tommy Lee Jones versus an evil version of Rambo" ("The Hunted") sounded like a decent little actioner, and it was. And so on, and so forth.
In "Man of The House," Jones is playing a hardcase Texas Ranger Roland Sharp who's chasing down the mystery-asassin who killed a high-profile witness and wounded a fellow Ranger in the process. The only witness to the crime and, thus, the bad-guy's face, are five College football cheerleaders; so Sharp is assigned to move into the girls' sorority house, protect them from the at-large killer and wait it out while they try to pin down whodunnit. (Provided with the information, as we are, that the girls cannot pick the killer from a list of "every known criminal in the United States," will tell every member of the audience who's seen more than a few cop movies in their lives who the bad guy is much quicker than it takes for anyone in the movie to figure it out.)
So the idea here is "Tommy Lee Jones having to share a house with five dizzy girls," and let's not lie: It's a good idea. It sounds good. Jone's rough-hewn bluntness paired off against five yip-yapping young girls is immediately appealing, and we can imagine all the fun scenes that will organically grow out of it: It'll be funny to hear what he thinks of current pop music, his thoughts on their fashions, his reaction to encountering a bathroom full of feminine products, etc. It's understood that the opening and closing acts will contain a healthy amount of shoot-em-up action business while the "funny stuff" will occupy the length of the 2nd act. It's a given that Jones will impart some old-fashioned wisdom to the youthful girls, help them solve problems with experienced advice, etc., while they in turn will help him "loosen up," and everyone will learn something and grow as people just in time for the bad guy to show up and get foiled before everyone reconvenes for the one-big-happy-movie-family coda. In addition, there's the opportunity to stock the cheerleader roles with fresh young faces eager to use the role as a full-motion headshot for future work. Done well, or even passably-well, this could easily be a fine little no-brainer comedy.
Too bad it's not done well, or even passably well.
It seems obvious, almost from the get-go, that the "this HAS to be funny" nature of the project may have inspired either a bit of laziness, a bit of producer interferance or a combination of both in the production overall. It's just not very funny. The characters are sketched too broadly, even for a film like this, and it just does not work. Jones is as good as ever, and all the girls' aquit themselves well enough, but there's just not enough there to work with. Scenes and events that rely on a connection with the characters or an understanding of reaction falter because the connection and understanding simply aren't there. Jones' role, even moreso than usual is based entirely on the idea that "it's Tommy Lee Jones." The girls' roles are so thin that it almost feels like overkill when the film gives them names, as they're really only defined by their broad archetypes: as expected, we have Smart Girl, a Silly Girl, Hot-Tempered Latino, Edgy Bad-Girl and Largely Uninteresting African-American Leader Girl. ("Stoic Asian Martial-Arts Expert Girl," apparently, was not invited to attend on the grounds that the film was already being too nice to me by providing some lovely footage of Monica Keena in a sports bra.)
Monica who? Keena has yet become a suitably big-named starlet despite a genuine talent and, it must be said, a tremendous sex appeal, but you might know her as "that actress who looks like Brittany Murphy might look if she ate some food once in awhile." Take a look:
http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebs/monicakeena/monica_keena_2.jpg
So yeah, it's not a total waste.
The director is Stephen Herek, a solid worker-bee filmmaker who started out in the late-80s with a pair of genuine classics- "Critters" (which he also co-wrote) in 1986 and "Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure" in 1989- before settling into a good niche as a maker of likable family fare like "The Mighty Ducks" and "Don't Tell Mom, The Babysitter's Dead." He also made the perpetually-underappreciated "Mr. Holland's Opus." So the guy can direct, and he doesn't so much do many things wrong with this material as he does "not do enough" (it would be too harsh to say "fails") to elevate it from a disposable collection of gags with barely enough laughs to fill it's own trailer into something slightly more likable. The film's biggest running joke, about Sharp's insistance that the girls avoid wearing revealing outfits, not only doesn't produce any great deal of laughs, it serves to make Sharp look creepily preoccupied with the subject. (It's also a little too smug of the film to point out how "Girls Gone Wild" the cheerleaders' early appearances are.)
There are brief glimpses of a better movie wanting to poke it's head through: One of the girls developing a crush on Sharp comes up and is quickly dropped, as is the quick rapport he develops with "Bad Girl." And yeah, the expected sequence in which Sharp undergoes a "makeover" is about as clever as you'd, well.. expect.
But in the end, this is pretty bad. Too few laughs in a film that's really designed to provide as many as possible. Not that it'll take much effort, but this is really worth skipping (unless choice #2 is "The Wedding Date," in which case... it's really worth examining what you're doing in a situation where those are your only two choices.)
FINAL RATING: 2/10
This is one of those bad comedies that probably lost any chance it had to be any good the moment someone decided "it can't not work!" Most likely that moment occured concurrently with the hiring of Tommy Lee Jones for the lead. Jones is one of those little showbiz marvels, the talented, utterly-unpretentious workmanlike character actor so adept at filling up (often) thinly-written supporting roles with charisma that they become "marquee-name" leading-men because their very presence makes audiences feel instantly comfortable and "connected" to their role.
Always a reliable actor well-liked in his industry, Jones went from character actor to unlikely leading man after his "holy crap!"-inducing turn as Sam Gerad in "The Fugitive." Since that film (and his subsequent Oscar win) Jones has been one of Hollywood's busiest older-stars, appearing in a spectacular number of major-release films giving performances that are always good, frequently great and consistently based on the same premise: That audiences instantly connect with his decidedly-unimpressed-with-himself/old-school tough-guy vibe and can instantly imagine how "good" a movie might be by placing that "vibe" in any given situation. "Tommy Lee Jones fighting aliens with Will Smith" ("Men in Black") sounded like fun, and it was. "Tommy Lee Jones versus an evil version of Rambo" ("The Hunted") sounded like a decent little actioner, and it was. And so on, and so forth.
In "Man of The House," Jones is playing a hardcase Texas Ranger Roland Sharp who's chasing down the mystery-asassin who killed a high-profile witness and wounded a fellow Ranger in the process. The only witness to the crime and, thus, the bad-guy's face, are five College football cheerleaders; so Sharp is assigned to move into the girls' sorority house, protect them from the at-large killer and wait it out while they try to pin down whodunnit. (Provided with the information, as we are, that the girls cannot pick the killer from a list of "every known criminal in the United States," will tell every member of the audience who's seen more than a few cop movies in their lives who the bad guy is much quicker than it takes for anyone in the movie to figure it out.)
So the idea here is "Tommy Lee Jones having to share a house with five dizzy girls," and let's not lie: It's a good idea. It sounds good. Jone's rough-hewn bluntness paired off against five yip-yapping young girls is immediately appealing, and we can imagine all the fun scenes that will organically grow out of it: It'll be funny to hear what he thinks of current pop music, his thoughts on their fashions, his reaction to encountering a bathroom full of feminine products, etc. It's understood that the opening and closing acts will contain a healthy amount of shoot-em-up action business while the "funny stuff" will occupy the length of the 2nd act. It's a given that Jones will impart some old-fashioned wisdom to the youthful girls, help them solve problems with experienced advice, etc., while they in turn will help him "loosen up," and everyone will learn something and grow as people just in time for the bad guy to show up and get foiled before everyone reconvenes for the one-big-happy-movie-family coda. In addition, there's the opportunity to stock the cheerleader roles with fresh young faces eager to use the role as a full-motion headshot for future work. Done well, or even passably-well, this could easily be a fine little no-brainer comedy.
Too bad it's not done well, or even passably well.
It seems obvious, almost from the get-go, that the "this HAS to be funny" nature of the project may have inspired either a bit of laziness, a bit of producer interferance or a combination of both in the production overall. It's just not very funny. The characters are sketched too broadly, even for a film like this, and it just does not work. Jones is as good as ever, and all the girls' aquit themselves well enough, but there's just not enough there to work with. Scenes and events that rely on a connection with the characters or an understanding of reaction falter because the connection and understanding simply aren't there. Jones' role, even moreso than usual is based entirely on the idea that "it's Tommy Lee Jones." The girls' roles are so thin that it almost feels like overkill when the film gives them names, as they're really only defined by their broad archetypes: as expected, we have Smart Girl, a Silly Girl, Hot-Tempered Latino, Edgy Bad-Girl and Largely Uninteresting African-American Leader Girl. ("Stoic Asian Martial-Arts Expert Girl," apparently, was not invited to attend on the grounds that the film was already being too nice to me by providing some lovely footage of Monica Keena in a sports bra.)
Monica who? Keena has yet become a suitably big-named starlet despite a genuine talent and, it must be said, a tremendous sex appeal, but you might know her as "that actress who looks like Brittany Murphy might look if she ate some food once in awhile." Take a look:
http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebs/monicakeena/monica_keena_2.jpg
So yeah, it's not a total waste.
The director is Stephen Herek, a solid worker-bee filmmaker who started out in the late-80s with a pair of genuine classics- "Critters" (which he also co-wrote) in 1986 and "Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure" in 1989- before settling into a good niche as a maker of likable family fare like "The Mighty Ducks" and "Don't Tell Mom, The Babysitter's Dead." He also made the perpetually-underappreciated "Mr. Holland's Opus." So the guy can direct, and he doesn't so much do many things wrong with this material as he does "not do enough" (it would be too harsh to say "fails") to elevate it from a disposable collection of gags with barely enough laughs to fill it's own trailer into something slightly more likable. The film's biggest running joke, about Sharp's insistance that the girls avoid wearing revealing outfits, not only doesn't produce any great deal of laughs, it serves to make Sharp look creepily preoccupied with the subject. (It's also a little too smug of the film to point out how "Girls Gone Wild" the cheerleaders' early appearances are.)
There are brief glimpses of a better movie wanting to poke it's head through: One of the girls developing a crush on Sharp comes up and is quickly dropped, as is the quick rapport he develops with "Bad Girl." And yeah, the expected sequence in which Sharp undergoes a "makeover" is about as clever as you'd, well.. expect.
But in the end, this is pretty bad. Too few laughs in a film that's really designed to provide as many as possible. Not that it'll take much effort, but this is really worth skipping (unless choice #2 is "The Wedding Date," in which case... it's really worth examining what you're doing in a situation where those are your only two choices.)
FINAL RATING: 2/10
Thursday, February 24, 2005
MovieBob stops ignoring the Bantha in the room
I've put this off long enough.
What I have here is a blog about movies. There are certain things you just HAVE to do on a movie blog. One of those things is, when this time of year (end of winter) rolls about, you turn your attention to "the big stuff coming this summer." It's one of those trends that's not worth bucking. Everyone is doing it because, really, Hollywood makes darn sure there's not much else for us to do.
So I'm sitting here, trying to organize my thoughts about the upcoming Summer Slate and find a thread around which to build a posting that doesn't read like every other blog posting on the same topic. To jog my memory, I start running through the "upcoming" lists around the web, and the expected stuff starts to jump out at me: "War of The Worlds" is coming. "Fantastic Four" is coming... and not looking one ounce better, sadly. "Batman Begins," "Sin City" and "Hitchhikers Guide" are all coming. All good so far, right?
And then, as if waking from a dream, two words come to my mind: "Star Wars."
And then it hits me like a ton of bricks: I had completely forgotten that this was even coming out.
I should offer you some context in which to better understand what a shocking/englightening moment this was for me: I have a full-size reprint of an original "Star Wars" theatrical poster hanging on the wall opposite my bed, positioned as such that it's one of the first things I see when I wake up each morning. Next to that, both volumes of the "Star Wars Infinities" comic collections are sitting atop one of my bookstacks. A DVD set of the original SW trilogy (pre-not-so-special-edition "fixes" versions, thank you) holds a prominent place on the "frequently-watched" section of the DVD shelf.
I had "Empire Strikes Back" bedsheets when I was a kid. I watched the originals to the point of memorization. When I got my first working copy of Adobe Premier, the first thing I did was make a half-dozen short films of myself and friends weilding lightsabers. I'm a "Star Wars" fan in the truest, bluest, child-of-the-80s sense of the word.
And I had completely forgotten that a new "Star Wars" movie was among the big Summer releases this year."
And not just any "Star Wars" movie. "Star Wars - Episode III: Revenge of The Sith."
As in "the one where we'll see the birth of Darth Vader." As in "the one where we see the Republic fall, the Empire rise, and the end of the Jedi."
As in: THE LAST "STAR WARS" MOVIE THAT WILL EVER BE MADE.
And I'd completely forgotten about it.
And I didn't have to look far or even wonder too long about why this act of forgetfulness was able to occur. The answer was staring me in the face, and indeed has been doing so for well over two years now:
I just don't care anymore.
You've all heard this before, not from me but from others like me, so lets not dwell on a story we're all overly-familiar with. In brief: Waited in line for "Phantom Menace," went into about 6th months of denial, eventually admitted to myself that it sucked, held out hope for "Attack of The Clones," immediately recognized that it was better but still sucked, now awaiting #3 in the same way one awaits a funeral (i.e. wanting it to arrive and get over with so you can begin trying to let the good memories eclipse the bad.) By now it's a story as archetypal as "boy meets girl."
And it's not just me.
And it's not just the Geek Community.
The magazines and film sites are beginning to trickle out their "Summer Preview" stuff, and patterns are beginning to emerge: "Will The Fantastic Four be the nadir for Marvel characters as movies?" is a hot topic, as is "Do we really need another Batman movie?" (answer: YES.) "Will Hitchhiker's Guide appeal to non-fans?" You get the idea.
But, while it is getting obligatory covers and mentions, another pattern is becoming strikingly clear: "Star Wars - Episode III: Revenge of The Sith," the final question-answering installment of the former keystone franchise of all cinematic scifi/fantasy, the film "we've waited over 20 years to see"... doesn't really rate that much of a mention. Theaters have massive advertising up for "Robots" unknown bionic heroes but not yet even a single image of C-3PO. "Star Wars," once as a collective franchise a member of the pantheon of "above criticism classics" like "Godfather," "2001," "Citizen Kane" and "Psycho" has been reduced back to "just another big movie coming out," and as far as "anticipated blockbusters" of the coming summer go Obi-Wan vs. Anakin in "RoTS" seems to be registering currently as barely more noteworthy than Jamie Foxx vs. A Killer Airplane in "Stealth."
There's a growingly-common analogy out there that compares Star Wars fans experiencing the meltdown of the franchise to battered wives. It's allegedly hillarious, dontcha know, because "all those geeks never get laid, so it's clever to compare their fandom to a relationship to highlight that fact." But nonetheless, there's a grain of truth to it. Being a SW fan right now is painful, and each day brings new bruises. By now, many have moved on or at looking at it as just another movie. Others, like myself, have worked tirelessly to recondition our minds to be able to easily seperate "real" SW (unedited originals) from the prequels and special editions. Others, though, are still working themselves raw trying to remain in denial about how far the thing has fallen, and these are the poor fellows who come off like abuse-victims.
But I want to know what you think. Hit that comment button below and tell me if you've had a similar experience it not being able to even remember it's still coming, if you don't care or if you think I'm crazy and want to tell me off on the whole thing.
Let's hear it.
What I have here is a blog about movies. There are certain things you just HAVE to do on a movie blog. One of those things is, when this time of year (end of winter) rolls about, you turn your attention to "the big stuff coming this summer." It's one of those trends that's not worth bucking. Everyone is doing it because, really, Hollywood makes darn sure there's not much else for us to do.
So I'm sitting here, trying to organize my thoughts about the upcoming Summer Slate and find a thread around which to build a posting that doesn't read like every other blog posting on the same topic. To jog my memory, I start running through the "upcoming" lists around the web, and the expected stuff starts to jump out at me: "War of The Worlds" is coming. "Fantastic Four" is coming... and not looking one ounce better, sadly. "Batman Begins," "Sin City" and "Hitchhikers Guide" are all coming. All good so far, right?
And then, as if waking from a dream, two words come to my mind: "Star Wars."
And then it hits me like a ton of bricks: I had completely forgotten that this was even coming out.
I should offer you some context in which to better understand what a shocking/englightening moment this was for me: I have a full-size reprint of an original "Star Wars" theatrical poster hanging on the wall opposite my bed, positioned as such that it's one of the first things I see when I wake up each morning. Next to that, both volumes of the "Star Wars Infinities" comic collections are sitting atop one of my bookstacks. A DVD set of the original SW trilogy (pre-not-so-special-edition "fixes" versions, thank you) holds a prominent place on the "frequently-watched" section of the DVD shelf.
I had "Empire Strikes Back" bedsheets when I was a kid. I watched the originals to the point of memorization. When I got my first working copy of Adobe Premier, the first thing I did was make a half-dozen short films of myself and friends weilding lightsabers. I'm a "Star Wars" fan in the truest, bluest, child-of-the-80s sense of the word.
And I had completely forgotten that a new "Star Wars" movie was among the big Summer releases this year."
And not just any "Star Wars" movie. "Star Wars - Episode III: Revenge of The Sith."
As in "the one where we'll see the birth of Darth Vader." As in "the one where we see the Republic fall, the Empire rise, and the end of the Jedi."
As in: THE LAST "STAR WARS" MOVIE THAT WILL EVER BE MADE.
And I'd completely forgotten about it.
And I didn't have to look far or even wonder too long about why this act of forgetfulness was able to occur. The answer was staring me in the face, and indeed has been doing so for well over two years now:
I just don't care anymore.
You've all heard this before, not from me but from others like me, so lets not dwell on a story we're all overly-familiar with. In brief: Waited in line for "Phantom Menace," went into about 6th months of denial, eventually admitted to myself that it sucked, held out hope for "Attack of The Clones," immediately recognized that it was better but still sucked, now awaiting #3 in the same way one awaits a funeral (i.e. wanting it to arrive and get over with so you can begin trying to let the good memories eclipse the bad.) By now it's a story as archetypal as "boy meets girl."
And it's not just me.
And it's not just the Geek Community.
The magazines and film sites are beginning to trickle out their "Summer Preview" stuff, and patterns are beginning to emerge: "Will The Fantastic Four be the nadir for Marvel characters as movies?" is a hot topic, as is "Do we really need another Batman movie?" (answer: YES.) "Will Hitchhiker's Guide appeal to non-fans?" You get the idea.
But, while it is getting obligatory covers and mentions, another pattern is becoming strikingly clear: "Star Wars - Episode III: Revenge of The Sith," the final question-answering installment of the former keystone franchise of all cinematic scifi/fantasy, the film "we've waited over 20 years to see"... doesn't really rate that much of a mention. Theaters have massive advertising up for "Robots" unknown bionic heroes but not yet even a single image of C-3PO. "Star Wars," once as a collective franchise a member of the pantheon of "above criticism classics" like "Godfather," "2001," "Citizen Kane" and "Psycho" has been reduced back to "just another big movie coming out," and as far as "anticipated blockbusters" of the coming summer go Obi-Wan vs. Anakin in "RoTS" seems to be registering currently as barely more noteworthy than Jamie Foxx vs. A Killer Airplane in "Stealth."
There's a growingly-common analogy out there that compares Star Wars fans experiencing the meltdown of the franchise to battered wives. It's allegedly hillarious, dontcha know, because "all those geeks never get laid, so it's clever to compare their fandom to a relationship to highlight that fact." But nonetheless, there's a grain of truth to it. Being a SW fan right now is painful, and each day brings new bruises. By now, many have moved on or at looking at it as just another movie. Others, like myself, have worked tirelessly to recondition our minds to be able to easily seperate "real" SW (unedited originals) from the prequels and special editions. Others, though, are still working themselves raw trying to remain in denial about how far the thing has fallen, and these are the poor fellows who come off like abuse-victims.
But I want to know what you think. Hit that comment button below and tell me if you've had a similar experience it not being able to even remember it's still coming, if you don't care or if you think I'm crazy and want to tell me off on the whole thing.
Let's hear it.
Monday, February 21, 2005
L. Brent Bozell strikes again
Those of you who read my little peice last week about the toxic influence of pro-censorship advocate L. Brent Bozell and his web-based outfits The Media Research Center and Parents Television Council on the current national FCC policy know I'm not a fan of the guy or his work. Those of you who didn't, well, here's your chance:
http://moviebob.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-freedom-is-in-danger-plus-meet.html
But as a refresher: Bozell calls himself a "conservative watchdog" and dedicates his life to stamping out stuff he doesn't like from TV, film and radio. So, yeah, not a fan.
But the thing is, Mr. Bozell and I have a lot in common. For example, both of us share the likelihood of our ears perking up when we hear the word "lesbian" bandied about in relation to a television show. In fact, we're both much more likely to watch any show that promises a "lesbian twist," which these days is just about any show other than "Everybody Loves Raymond" (and thank heaven for that, I wouldn't wish having to lock lips with Patricia Heaton on anyone of any sex.) Where we diverge is, I'm comfortable admitting I'm just a sucker for two girls "getting together." It's sexy. Whereas Bozell is allegedly devoting himself to watching sex-fueled TV shows "so you don't have to." Ahem. In any case, we both taped that last episode of "The O.C."
Anyhow, Bozell is up in a dander about an "outbreak" of lesbian moments on TV during sweeps month. It's understandable that he'd be upset, the notion that TV Networks add girl/girl coupling to their shows during the ratings-sweeps because they know for a fact that it will make many more people than usual watch flies in the face of his zealous insistence that the "Liberal Media" boogeyman is trying to force this content on a public that "doesn't want it."
Last night "The Simpsons" outed perennially single supporting character Patti Bouvier, and predictably Bozell is cheesed off...
http://www.imdb.com/news/sb/2005-02-21/#tv1
Man, if yellow-skinned cartoon characters that every other censorship-pundit gave up on trying to silence about eleven years ago talking sex bother him so much, my Anime collection would give him a seizure...
And to prove himself further, he elaborates on the subject on his MRC column. Here Bozell clicks off every Sapphic instance he's witnessed on the boob tube this month, and honestly his list puts mine to shame. I'm envious that this guy has seen so much more girl-on-girl action on TV this month than I have, and he's (allegedly) not even enjoying it.
http://www.mediaresearch.org/BozellColumns/entertainmentcolumn/2005/col20050218.asp
But hey, look what I found...
In the screed linked-to above, Bozell goes off on the recent episode of ABC's ghastly "Wife Swap" in which the trading couples were Evangelical Christians and a Lesbian family. He describes the predictable results:
At the end of the "swap," the Christian mom makes the lesbian cry by saying, "I think you are, according to the word of God, depraved, and I don't want anyone depraved near my kids."
At first, I'm thinking the point here is "gee, isn't it typical that what bugs Bozell about "Wife Swap" isn't the inherent cruelty and indignity of the show and most of it's Reality TV ilk, but that the show has trained the TV Eye on the seething, irrational hatred that informs too much of so-called 'Christians' thinking in this country," but then he goes on...
"That leaves everyone in the audience thinking, correctly: then maybe you shouldn’t have volunteered to go on "Wife Swap," dummy."
Okay, so he doesn't like Wife Swap. Fine, at least he's not being a hypocr...
Oh, wait. Look at this from September 30, 2004...
http://www.mediaresearch.org/BozellColumns/entertainmentcolumn/2004/col20040930.asp
That was Bozell praising the heck out of "Wife Swap" back when it was new. Check this out:
"While the shows center on women from radically different home environments switching places, there is no sleazy expectation of swinging infidelity. Instead, the two families struggle to integrate a total stranger into their lives for a week, and often what emerges by show’s end is a renewed appreciation of the very essence of motherhood."
So back then he ADORED "Wife Swap" for it's family-values influence on the Reality TV culture, but NOW someone who goes on deserves to be verbally abused because they are a "dummy" who ought to have known better?
Now, admittedly, catching a pro-censorship advocate like Bozell in an act of hypocrisy is about as exciting as catching Winnie The Pooh in an act of honey-eating, but I just thought I'd bring it to your attention. And remember, this man and his organization are right now exercising an incredible amount of pressure on the FCC. Do you want these people in charge of what's "decent" and what's not?
Didn't think so.
http://moviebob.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-freedom-is-in-danger-plus-meet.html
But as a refresher: Bozell calls himself a "conservative watchdog" and dedicates his life to stamping out stuff he doesn't like from TV, film and radio. So, yeah, not a fan.
But the thing is, Mr. Bozell and I have a lot in common. For example, both of us share the likelihood of our ears perking up when we hear the word "lesbian" bandied about in relation to a television show. In fact, we're both much more likely to watch any show that promises a "lesbian twist," which these days is just about any show other than "Everybody Loves Raymond" (and thank heaven for that, I wouldn't wish having to lock lips with Patricia Heaton on anyone of any sex.) Where we diverge is, I'm comfortable admitting I'm just a sucker for two girls "getting together." It's sexy. Whereas Bozell is allegedly devoting himself to watching sex-fueled TV shows "so you don't have to." Ahem. In any case, we both taped that last episode of "The O.C."
Anyhow, Bozell is up in a dander about an "outbreak" of lesbian moments on TV during sweeps month. It's understandable that he'd be upset, the notion that TV Networks add girl/girl coupling to their shows during the ratings-sweeps because they know for a fact that it will make many more people than usual watch flies in the face of his zealous insistence that the "Liberal Media" boogeyman is trying to force this content on a public that "doesn't want it."
Last night "The Simpsons" outed perennially single supporting character Patti Bouvier, and predictably Bozell is cheesed off...
http://www.imdb.com/news/sb/2005-02-21/#tv1
Man, if yellow-skinned cartoon characters that every other censorship-pundit gave up on trying to silence about eleven years ago talking sex bother him so much, my Anime collection would give him a seizure...
And to prove himself further, he elaborates on the subject on his MRC column. Here Bozell clicks off every Sapphic instance he's witnessed on the boob tube this month, and honestly his list puts mine to shame. I'm envious that this guy has seen so much more girl-on-girl action on TV this month than I have, and he's (allegedly) not even enjoying it.
http://www.mediaresearch.org/BozellColumns/entertainmentcolumn/2005/col20050218.asp
But hey, look what I found...
In the screed linked-to above, Bozell goes off on the recent episode of ABC's ghastly "Wife Swap" in which the trading couples were Evangelical Christians and a Lesbian family. He describes the predictable results:
At the end of the "swap," the Christian mom makes the lesbian cry by saying, "I think you are, according to the word of God, depraved, and I don't want anyone depraved near my kids."
At first, I'm thinking the point here is "gee, isn't it typical that what bugs Bozell about "Wife Swap" isn't the inherent cruelty and indignity of the show and most of it's Reality TV ilk, but that the show has trained the TV Eye on the seething, irrational hatred that informs too much of so-called 'Christians' thinking in this country," but then he goes on...
"That leaves everyone in the audience thinking, correctly: then maybe you shouldn’t have volunteered to go on "Wife Swap," dummy."
Okay, so he doesn't like Wife Swap. Fine, at least he's not being a hypocr...
Oh, wait. Look at this from September 30, 2004...
http://www.mediaresearch.org/BozellColumns/entertainmentcolumn/2004/col20040930.asp
That was Bozell praising the heck out of "Wife Swap" back when it was new. Check this out:
"While the shows center on women from radically different home environments switching places, there is no sleazy expectation of swinging infidelity. Instead, the two families struggle to integrate a total stranger into their lives for a week, and often what emerges by show’s end is a renewed appreciation of the very essence of motherhood."
So back then he ADORED "Wife Swap" for it's family-values influence on the Reality TV culture, but NOW someone who goes on deserves to be verbally abused because they are a "dummy" who ought to have known better?
Now, admittedly, catching a pro-censorship advocate like Bozell in an act of hypocrisy is about as exciting as catching Winnie The Pooh in an act of honey-eating, but I just thought I'd bring it to your attention. And remember, this man and his organization are right now exercising an incredible amount of pressure on the FCC. Do you want these people in charge of what's "decent" and what's not?
Didn't think so.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
REVIEW: Constantine
Here's something to think about: When was the last time we had a "typical Superhero" movie. That is to say, a movie that the majority of critics informed of it's comic book origins were not compelled to describe using the sentence: "______ isn't your typical Superhero."
Here's the thing: They say that about almost every comic book-based movie that comes down the pipe: Batman "isn't a traditional superhero" because he has no powers. Spider-Man "isn't a traditional superhero" because he's a teenager. Blade "isn't a traditional superhero" because he's black. And a vampire. The X-Men "aren't" because they're societal outcasts, The Punisher "isn't" because he uses guns, Hellboy "isn't" because he's a big red demon guy. Spawn "wasn't" because, um... well, pretty much because Todd MacFarlane kept saying that he wasn't, and at the time people were taking him seriously on such matters. But you get my point. The vey notion of being "not typical" has become the most typical thing of all. How, er... typical.
So let's get this out of the way right now: John Constantine is (drumroll) not your typical superhero (wow, what a fresh idea!) because he's, well, not a superhero. He's a noirish occult detective, battling his way through an H.P. Lovecraft world with a Philip Marlowe additude in an ongoing DC/Vertigo comic series called "Hellblazer," (I can't imagine why they didn't keep the name) but he popped up initially as an expository player in Alan Moore's seminal 1980s run as the writer of "Swamp Thing."
Lemme put this on the table: I've never managed to follow "Hellblazer" regularly. Strange, given my affection for all things Alan Moore and all things occult, but it just never made it to my pull list. So if you're looking for a fan's review of this as an adaptation, I'm afraid I'll be of little help. Fortunately, Film Threat's Pete Vonder Haar has gone ahead and written a "fan's perspective" review of the film HERE:
http://www.filmthreat.com/Reviews.asp?Id=7117
And he even put up an alternate "just as a movie" review as well. Good show.
In terms of the film on it's own from MY perspective, here we go: John Constantine ("J.C.," get it?) can see halfbreed Angels and Demons (the full-fledged ones aren't allowed on Earth, apparently, owing to a playful detente' God and Satan are apparently having for kicks) walking around invisible to the rest of us mortals. These visions drove him to attempt suicide as a kid, and since suicide is the Big Unforgivable of all sins (the whole thing is DRIPPING in old-school Catholic Angst like that) his near-death experience has left him not only condemned to Hell, but with a firsthand glimpse of what it means for him. So now, as an adult, he trolls the occult underground "deporting" misbehaving demons as a kind of freelance exorcist in hopes of scoring a reprieve from the Almighty.
The introduction, it must be said, is a doozy; a cracking-good spin on the traditional "exorcism" scene we've seen in so many horror films. Instead of the expected old-priest/young-priest team confronting the posessed little girl with the demon-face strapped to the bed with dual utterings of "the power of Christ compels you!" we get chain-smoking, grubby suit-wearing John Constantine hopping onto the bed and leaning in to hiss "This is John Constantine, ___hole!" to the offending hellspawn. Not one for subtlety, when what appears to be demonic jaws lunge up from the poor kid's neck, he simply slugs it.
As played by Keanu Reeves in full-on minimalist mode, Constantine lives out his crusade in Los Angeles. The comic book Constantine, I'm told, is a bloke doing his thing in England. This will no doubt annoy the hell out of you if you're a "Hellblazer" fan and be of no consequence if you're not, save for the fact that the knowledge makes it an inescapable truism that this would be soooo much cooler in a British setting. But L.A. is where we are and, in L.A., a lady detective (Rachel Weisz) is seeking Constantine's help in proving that her devoutly-Catholic twin sister's suicide was actually an act of murder. It all ties in to a big doomsday/antichrist hulabaloo involving Catholic Arcana fan-fiction staples like the Spear of Destiny (look it up) and the Angel Gabriel (Tilda Swinton.)
It's odd how old-hat some of this seems by now. So many films, especially in the horror genre, have mined this material by now that it's starting to seem almost quaint. I'm sure this is all culled from one or more "Hellblazer" arcs, but the material has been mined so often by everything from "The Prophecy" to Kevin Smith's "Dogma" that even items like the Gnostic Gospels that used to be the stuff of gasp-inducing gag-references for Seminary scholars is now the backbone of a sewing-circle potboiler like "The DaVinci Code." Still, speaking as a 12-year veteran of Catholic School, it's fun to see all the old trinkets trotted out as gadgetry in an action film. I don't care if their born of the movie or the comic, but I love Constantine's shotgun/crucifix firing gold bullets made from melted relics. Or the use of holy water as napalm. Or "the last rites" as a method of demon-torture. And my personal "omigodthatsocool!!!!" favorite, a pair of golden, crucifix-emblazoned Holy Brass Knuckles.
This is all very silly when you get down to it, but I have to say I dug the hell out of this. It just "works for me." I love the offbeat no-sequitor level at which this is all pitched, like the scene where Constantine matter of factly snatches up a housecat before a "teleport me to hell" recon-mission with only the explanation being: "Thats good! Cats are good, half-in half-out already." I even like Swinton's Gabriel popping up wearing what must be the silliest concept for what an Angel might wear yet put to film. I dig the wild Heronymous Bosch-influenced hell, or Constantine's weapons-supplier nonchalantly dropping off "bullet shavings from the asassination attempt on the Pope," and Djimon Honsou's not-nearly-as-racially-bothersome-as-it-sounds turn as a kind of Witch Doctor nightclub owner (who employs the most memorable door security I've seen in awhile.) And, dear me, how I do love Peter Stormare's 3rd-act scene-stealer turn as as dandy, doting Lucifer.
Overall, "Constantine" is trying to set up a franchise, and it's doing a DAMN good job of it. I want to see more of this guy, and his cool blasphemy-busting weaponry and his colorful friends. There's a good series in here if they want it. So, overall, consider this a FIRM reccomendation.
Sidebar: Back in 1997, right before Marvel Films got it's act going and started the then-to-present "comic book movie craze," their first shot was "Blade," an R-rated action/horror film based on one of their most obscure characters reimagined. It was a modest hit, heralding the arrival of "X-Men" and the triumph of "Spider-Man." DC comics-based films have floundered for awhile, but now here they have a likely mini-hit in an R-rated obscure-character reworking... and waiting in the wings is non other than Batman and Superman films soon to come. Not saying history always repeats itself, just saying it's... interesting.
Additional sidebar: Y'ever notice that in horror movies Christianity is ONLY ever represented by Catholicism, because Protestantism just isn't "scary enough" I guess? Y'ever notice also that, for all the Religious Right knocking of movie violence, ultraviolent horror films like this an "Exorcist" are the most devout, literal religious films getting made these days?
In conclusion: To my usual battle cry of "to hell with 'The Passion,'" I can now add this revision: "To hell with 'The Passion,' THIS is my kinda ultra-violent Catholicism movie!"
FINAL RATING: 8/10
Here's the thing: They say that about almost every comic book-based movie that comes down the pipe: Batman "isn't a traditional superhero" because he has no powers. Spider-Man "isn't a traditional superhero" because he's a teenager. Blade "isn't a traditional superhero" because he's black. And a vampire. The X-Men "aren't" because they're societal outcasts, The Punisher "isn't" because he uses guns, Hellboy "isn't" because he's a big red demon guy. Spawn "wasn't" because, um... well, pretty much because Todd MacFarlane kept saying that he wasn't, and at the time people were taking him seriously on such matters. But you get my point. The vey notion of being "not typical" has become the most typical thing of all. How, er... typical.
So let's get this out of the way right now: John Constantine is (drumroll) not your typical superhero (wow, what a fresh idea!) because he's, well, not a superhero. He's a noirish occult detective, battling his way through an H.P. Lovecraft world with a Philip Marlowe additude in an ongoing DC/Vertigo comic series called "Hellblazer," (I can't imagine why they didn't keep the name) but he popped up initially as an expository player in Alan Moore's seminal 1980s run as the writer of "Swamp Thing."
Lemme put this on the table: I've never managed to follow "Hellblazer" regularly. Strange, given my affection for all things Alan Moore and all things occult, but it just never made it to my pull list. So if you're looking for a fan's review of this as an adaptation, I'm afraid I'll be of little help. Fortunately, Film Threat's Pete Vonder Haar has gone ahead and written a "fan's perspective" review of the film HERE:
http://www.filmthreat.com/Reviews.asp?Id=7117
And he even put up an alternate "just as a movie" review as well. Good show.
In terms of the film on it's own from MY perspective, here we go: John Constantine ("J.C.," get it?) can see halfbreed Angels and Demons (the full-fledged ones aren't allowed on Earth, apparently, owing to a playful detente' God and Satan are apparently having for kicks) walking around invisible to the rest of us mortals. These visions drove him to attempt suicide as a kid, and since suicide is the Big Unforgivable of all sins (the whole thing is DRIPPING in old-school Catholic Angst like that) his near-death experience has left him not only condemned to Hell, but with a firsthand glimpse of what it means for him. So now, as an adult, he trolls the occult underground "deporting" misbehaving demons as a kind of freelance exorcist in hopes of scoring a reprieve from the Almighty.
The introduction, it must be said, is a doozy; a cracking-good spin on the traditional "exorcism" scene we've seen in so many horror films. Instead of the expected old-priest/young-priest team confronting the posessed little girl with the demon-face strapped to the bed with dual utterings of "the power of Christ compels you!" we get chain-smoking, grubby suit-wearing John Constantine hopping onto the bed and leaning in to hiss "This is John Constantine, ___hole!" to the offending hellspawn. Not one for subtlety, when what appears to be demonic jaws lunge up from the poor kid's neck, he simply slugs it.
As played by Keanu Reeves in full-on minimalist mode, Constantine lives out his crusade in Los Angeles. The comic book Constantine, I'm told, is a bloke doing his thing in England. This will no doubt annoy the hell out of you if you're a "Hellblazer" fan and be of no consequence if you're not, save for the fact that the knowledge makes it an inescapable truism that this would be soooo much cooler in a British setting. But L.A. is where we are and, in L.A., a lady detective (Rachel Weisz) is seeking Constantine's help in proving that her devoutly-Catholic twin sister's suicide was actually an act of murder. It all ties in to a big doomsday/antichrist hulabaloo involving Catholic Arcana fan-fiction staples like the Spear of Destiny (look it up) and the Angel Gabriel (Tilda Swinton.)
It's odd how old-hat some of this seems by now. So many films, especially in the horror genre, have mined this material by now that it's starting to seem almost quaint. I'm sure this is all culled from one or more "Hellblazer" arcs, but the material has been mined so often by everything from "The Prophecy" to Kevin Smith's "Dogma" that even items like the Gnostic Gospels that used to be the stuff of gasp-inducing gag-references for Seminary scholars is now the backbone of a sewing-circle potboiler like "The DaVinci Code." Still, speaking as a 12-year veteran of Catholic School, it's fun to see all the old trinkets trotted out as gadgetry in an action film. I don't care if their born of the movie or the comic, but I love Constantine's shotgun/crucifix firing gold bullets made from melted relics. Or the use of holy water as napalm. Or "the last rites" as a method of demon-torture. And my personal "omigodthatsocool!!!!" favorite, a pair of golden, crucifix-emblazoned Holy Brass Knuckles.
This is all very silly when you get down to it, but I have to say I dug the hell out of this. It just "works for me." I love the offbeat no-sequitor level at which this is all pitched, like the scene where Constantine matter of factly snatches up a housecat before a "teleport me to hell" recon-mission with only the explanation being: "Thats good! Cats are good, half-in half-out already." I even like Swinton's Gabriel popping up wearing what must be the silliest concept for what an Angel might wear yet put to film. I dig the wild Heronymous Bosch-influenced hell, or Constantine's weapons-supplier nonchalantly dropping off "bullet shavings from the asassination attempt on the Pope," and Djimon Honsou's not-nearly-as-racially-bothersome-as-it-sounds turn as a kind of Witch Doctor nightclub owner (who employs the most memorable door security I've seen in awhile.) And, dear me, how I do love Peter Stormare's 3rd-act scene-stealer turn as as dandy, doting Lucifer.
Overall, "Constantine" is trying to set up a franchise, and it's doing a DAMN good job of it. I want to see more of this guy, and his cool blasphemy-busting weaponry and his colorful friends. There's a good series in here if they want it. So, overall, consider this a FIRM reccomendation.
Sidebar: Back in 1997, right before Marvel Films got it's act going and started the then-to-present "comic book movie craze," their first shot was "Blade," an R-rated action/horror film based on one of their most obscure characters reimagined. It was a modest hit, heralding the arrival of "X-Men" and the triumph of "Spider-Man." DC comics-based films have floundered for awhile, but now here they have a likely mini-hit in an R-rated obscure-character reworking... and waiting in the wings is non other than Batman and Superman films soon to come. Not saying history always repeats itself, just saying it's... interesting.
Additional sidebar: Y'ever notice that in horror movies Christianity is ONLY ever represented by Catholicism, because Protestantism just isn't "scary enough" I guess? Y'ever notice also that, for all the Religious Right knocking of movie violence, ultraviolent horror films like this an "Exorcist" are the most devout, literal religious films getting made these days?
In conclusion: To my usual battle cry of "to hell with 'The Passion,'" I can now add this revision: "To hell with 'The Passion,' THIS is my kinda ultra-violent Catholicism movie!"
FINAL RATING: 8/10
Saturday, February 19, 2005
REVIEW: Son of The Mask
This is the sort of movie that, given the conditions of it's release (i.e. as the only new mass-market family film opening opposite an R-rated action/horror movie) and the overall impression left by every shred of it's marketing, gives any film critic reason to pause and consider if he should really even bother with it. After all, almost no-one thinks it will be good, and even less people than that really care. The math is simple: If you've got kids, and they want to go see a new movie this weekend, you're probably going to see this, and "liking" it is irrelevant. So, really, there's no reason for a review. This is cinematic fast-food, a "McMovie," and it's opening-weekend money was made the moment it was greenlit.
Then, of course, we critics remember that if we start acknowledging that on some movies our work just isn't necessary, people might start to question if our work is "necessary" on ANY movie, and we can't very well have that. So we review it anyway.
The original "The Mask" is best remembered, imo, as the shrug-inducing low end of the mid-1990s Jim Carrey arrival-impact, (spanning roughly "Ace Ventura" to "The Cable Guy",) an unremarkable superhero spoof featuring an ancient Norse mask imbued with the power of Loki (Viking god of mischief) which brings to life the exaggerated "inner self" of anyone who wears it. In that film, the wearer was Stanley Ipkiss, (Carrey,) who was a fan of Tex Avery cartoons and thus who's "mask-self" was a human cartoon, a small triumph of Carrey's own rubberfaced talents blended with the latest in CGI. Oh, it's also where we got our first good look at Cameron Diaz, back when she had a figure. Remember?
The problem posed immediately to any sequel to such a one-man show of a movie is that, almost ten years later, the original star is now well beyond this material. Granted, this might provide the ideal opportunity to find and launch a whole new "next big thing" physical comedian, but the producers here have taken the low road: Mining the original backstory for a story just convoluted enough in which all the best-remembered gags from the original can be replicated. So the story picks up with Loki (Alan Cumming... no, really, Alan Cumming) being pressured by Norse God Allfather Odin (Bob Hoskins) to find and retrieve The Mask before it causes more trouble. A surprising amount of screentime is somehow needed to establish all of this, in a series of painful scenes that serve chiefly to kill any chance of Marvel Films getting a good "Mighty Thor" movie off the ground any time soon.
Meanwhile, The Mask finds it's way into the hands of struggling animator Tim Avery (Jamie Kennedy, and har-har on the name) who dons it and turns into a staggeringly bad imitation of Carrey's mask-persona at an office Halloween party. (the franchise mythology has been, I guess, reconstrued so that the cartoon-esque powers are simply Loki and thusly The Mask's "default setting," so I guess Ipkiss's toon-fetish in the original is now just an odd coincidence) In the first of many scenes that will have your kids asking plenty of awkward questions during the ride home, he keeps the mask on when he heads home for post-party sex with the wife, leading to the nine-months-later birth of Baby Avery, who has all the powers of someone wearing The Mask without having to wear one. This causes the Avery family to pop up on Loki's radar, just in time for Mrs. Avery to be called away on business leaving responsibility-phobic Tim alone with the baby just at the same time the big bosses at work are finally asking to see his Big Idea for a cartoon show and... oh, to hell with it. Lots of stuff that's not funny happens, over and over again, until everyone reaches the end of their painfully transparent character arcs and all learn Important Lessons.
With all that "story" going on, the film manages to devote most of the long 2nd act to a B-story in which Tim's dog Otis dons The Mask (in a repetition of the only thing from the Mask anyone remembers other than Carrey or Cameron Diaz's late, lamented cleavage) and battles superpowered Baby Avery for the attention of Tim, who's also (for some reason) getting the "One Froggy Evening"-treatment from the baby. (The old Looney Tune with the singing frog only one guy knows about, remember?)
If nothing else, "Son of The Mask" serves as a helpful primer on how difficult the art of slapstick really is. It's a thin line to walk between "funny horseplay" and "cruel, unfunny violence," and this film approaches that line with the approximate precision of the Incredible Hulk trying to program a new wallpaper onto his cellphone. Scene after scene features gags that would compell the Three Stooges to telephone Child Services: In one scene, Tim tackles his wife thinking her to be the shape-shifting Loki. There's a way to make that funny, but here the gag plunges into astonishing mean-spiritedness, with Tim pummeling his wife and repeatedly slamming her head to the floor before realizing his error. Charming. In another, Tim nearly electrocutes Avery with a broken, electrified lightbulb he's sleepily-mistaken for a milk bottle. People, I laughed when Tom Green spun a newborn over his head by it's umbilical cord, and even I don't think there's a universe where that's funny.
It seems astonishing to say, but "Son of The Mask" is even worse than it's trailers made it look. Along with the ghastly-misteps of slapstick noted above, it's incoherent and none of it's jokes land very well if at all. It's junk, trading cheaply on memories of a decade-old hit that wasn't all that good to begin with. It may be futile for you parents out there to try and avoid it, but you should still try. This isn't just a bad movie, it's bad for you. (And, honestly, I don't think the kids are going to like it much either.)
FINAL RATING: 1/10.
Then, of course, we critics remember that if we start acknowledging that on some movies our work just isn't necessary, people might start to question if our work is "necessary" on ANY movie, and we can't very well have that. So we review it anyway.
The original "The Mask" is best remembered, imo, as the shrug-inducing low end of the mid-1990s Jim Carrey arrival-impact, (spanning roughly "Ace Ventura" to "The Cable Guy",) an unremarkable superhero spoof featuring an ancient Norse mask imbued with the power of Loki (Viking god of mischief) which brings to life the exaggerated "inner self" of anyone who wears it. In that film, the wearer was Stanley Ipkiss, (Carrey,) who was a fan of Tex Avery cartoons and thus who's "mask-self" was a human cartoon, a small triumph of Carrey's own rubberfaced talents blended with the latest in CGI. Oh, it's also where we got our first good look at Cameron Diaz, back when she had a figure. Remember?
The problem posed immediately to any sequel to such a one-man show of a movie is that, almost ten years later, the original star is now well beyond this material. Granted, this might provide the ideal opportunity to find and launch a whole new "next big thing" physical comedian, but the producers here have taken the low road: Mining the original backstory for a story just convoluted enough in which all the best-remembered gags from the original can be replicated. So the story picks up with Loki (Alan Cumming... no, really, Alan Cumming) being pressured by Norse God Allfather Odin (Bob Hoskins) to find and retrieve The Mask before it causes more trouble. A surprising amount of screentime is somehow needed to establish all of this, in a series of painful scenes that serve chiefly to kill any chance of Marvel Films getting a good "Mighty Thor" movie off the ground any time soon.
Meanwhile, The Mask finds it's way into the hands of struggling animator Tim Avery (Jamie Kennedy, and har-har on the name) who dons it and turns into a staggeringly bad imitation of Carrey's mask-persona at an office Halloween party. (the franchise mythology has been, I guess, reconstrued so that the cartoon-esque powers are simply Loki and thusly The Mask's "default setting," so I guess Ipkiss's toon-fetish in the original is now just an odd coincidence) In the first of many scenes that will have your kids asking plenty of awkward questions during the ride home, he keeps the mask on when he heads home for post-party sex with the wife, leading to the nine-months-later birth of Baby Avery, who has all the powers of someone wearing The Mask without having to wear one. This causes the Avery family to pop up on Loki's radar, just in time for Mrs. Avery to be called away on business leaving responsibility-phobic Tim alone with the baby just at the same time the big bosses at work are finally asking to see his Big Idea for a cartoon show and... oh, to hell with it. Lots of stuff that's not funny happens, over and over again, until everyone reaches the end of their painfully transparent character arcs and all learn Important Lessons.
With all that "story" going on, the film manages to devote most of the long 2nd act to a B-story in which Tim's dog Otis dons The Mask (in a repetition of the only thing from the Mask anyone remembers other than Carrey or Cameron Diaz's late, lamented cleavage) and battles superpowered Baby Avery for the attention of Tim, who's also (for some reason) getting the "One Froggy Evening"-treatment from the baby. (The old Looney Tune with the singing frog only one guy knows about, remember?)
If nothing else, "Son of The Mask" serves as a helpful primer on how difficult the art of slapstick really is. It's a thin line to walk between "funny horseplay" and "cruel, unfunny violence," and this film approaches that line with the approximate precision of the Incredible Hulk trying to program a new wallpaper onto his cellphone. Scene after scene features gags that would compell the Three Stooges to telephone Child Services: In one scene, Tim tackles his wife thinking her to be the shape-shifting Loki. There's a way to make that funny, but here the gag plunges into astonishing mean-spiritedness, with Tim pummeling his wife and repeatedly slamming her head to the floor before realizing his error. Charming. In another, Tim nearly electrocutes Avery with a broken, electrified lightbulb he's sleepily-mistaken for a milk bottle. People, I laughed when Tom Green spun a newborn over his head by it's umbilical cord, and even I don't think there's a universe where that's funny.
It seems astonishing to say, but "Son of The Mask" is even worse than it's trailers made it look. Along with the ghastly-misteps of slapstick noted above, it's incoherent and none of it's jokes land very well if at all. It's junk, trading cheaply on memories of a decade-old hit that wasn't all that good to begin with. It may be futile for you parents out there to try and avoid it, but you should still try. This isn't just a bad movie, it's bad for you. (And, honestly, I don't think the kids are going to like it much either.)
FINAL RATING: 1/10.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Your freedom is in danger! Plus: Meet the people responsible!
Before I run this peice, concerning the recent proposed changes to FCC policy, I think I ought to outline my personal views on the overall subject of government media-regulation so that we're all on the same page as to the prism through which this and stories like it will be viewed. My views on said subject are as follows:
There has never been, in the HISTORY OF HUMANKIND, a single provable case or even a single reputable study to support the notion that ANY item of the arts or media, (be it music, radio or TV broadcast, film, painting, sculpture, literature or otherwise,) is inherently harmful to view, see, read or listen to.
Read that last statement over again, and let it sink in. NEVER. Thats how many times someone has proven that a work of art or media is automatically "harmful." ZERO. That's how many reputable studies exist to support the idea that they could even in theory be automatically harmful. There is NO video game can be gauranteed to make anyone who plays it shoot up their high school. There is NO movie that can be garaunteed to turn your kid into a serial killer. There is NO album that can be gauranteed to make any listener commit suicide. Even that episode of "Pokemon" where the flashing light-patterns caused a mass-outbreak of seizures among Japanese children did not effect 100% of those who saw it. Are we crystal clear about this? These things DO NOT EXIST. At all.
Thusly, it is not merely my "belief," but my conclusion based on the logic outline above, that in the complete absence of the garauntee of harm no branch of the State or Federal Government has the right to regulate ANY book, picture, film, television or radio broadcast, musical peice, or ANY work of creative media in regards to it's content.
By extension of that basic principal, it is also my belief and conclusion that the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) has absolutely no right under the United States Constitution to regulate content and levy fines for "broadcast indecency" as it currently does. The FCC should be stripped of all such powers, and relegated strictly to the function of regulating the corporate and financial behaviors of Broadcast entities.
All power to regulate art and media content should be stripped from the government and placed exclusively in the domain of the private business owners who operate the television stations, movie theaters, art galleries, publishing houses, bookstores, etc. They, and the market they serve, should be the sole determiners of what is decent or indecent, what is regulated and in what manner. We are, after all, still allegedly a free market society.
Ahem.
Having said my peice in that regard, on to the news...
On February 16th, 2005, the United States House voted overwhelmingly to give the Federal Communications Commission the go-ahead on a proposed hike in broadcast indencency fines from their current $32,500 to a staggering $500,000. A lighter (but at $325,000 still inexcusably high) version of this legislation is favored by the Senate, which has to either approve the House vote or iron out a compromise between the two before any legislation can be passed on to President Bush for final approval.
Get the broader details HERE:
http://www.concordmonitor.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050217/REPOSITORY/502170363/1013/NEWS03
If you don't understand why this is big deal, then you need to start paying attention to this stuff and now. I do not care if you are a Republican, a Democrat, independent, undecided, red-state or blue-state or whatever, this comes down to a simple fundamental truth: This is the government making laws to control speech. The higher fines will make it easier for the government to punish someone who says or shows something they don't like. This is a way for a government body to get around the First Amendment. The freedom to express even unpopular speech is not just an important aspect of American life, it's THE MOST important aspect of American life.
This is not about "making broadcast radio and television safe for family viewing," as the White House said in a prepared statement. To that I demand to know: "Who's definition of 'safe?'" and "Who's family? Your family? Mine? The Manson Family? The Partridge Family?" This is not about families or safety. This is about reactionary societal-regressives, motivated primarily by fringe elements of Religious Fundamentalism and cultural "traditionalists" who desire the re-engineering of American culture in their image through the use of government regulation. This is about CONTROL.
Back to boldface for a spell: Can you guess how much I think the FCC should be allowed to fine for "obscene" material on TV? Hm? How about ZERO dollars?
Of course, this is motivated almost entirely by the events of about a year ago, when a cheezy publicity stunt at the MTV-produced Superbowl halftime show resulted in the "shocking" (yes, shocking, simply shocking!!!) revelation to billions of impressionable TV viewers that fading pop diva Janet Jackson was possessed of an upper-torso epidermal feature also shared by every single person watching the show. The offending feature is colloquially refered to as a "nipple," and anyone who honestly still thinks this was EVER even worth getting mildly peeved about... Please, I'm begging you, get counciling.
Now, let's explore why this is a complete fraud:
The "Nipplegate" incident is part of a larger "story of the year" in 2004, i.e. the HUGE uptick in complaints to the FCC. The exact numbers are often disputed and hard to come by, but the figure is something like several hundred-thousand this year as opposed to a prior average of about a hundred. The way the enemies of free speech have so magnificiently spun this data, it's easy to buy into the Big Lie that TV has gotten "too raunchy" and that there's some kind of "silent majority" revolution going on in this country in favor of "good old-fashioned family values." It's not hard to look at this skewed data and conjure up the mental picture of hundreds of thousands of Smith's and Jones's deciding they've "finally had enough" of TV sex and violence (mostly sex) and sitting down spontaneously-en-masse to write impassioned strongly worded letters which in turn arrive in righteous, burying-bagfuls at the office of the FCC like some kind of facist Bizarro-World version of "Miracle on 34th Street." It's a powerful image, cinematic in scope and rife with pathos and symbolism...
...too bad it's NOT REAL.
What if I told you that there's BARELY the makings of an "uprising" out there? (There's also no spoon, but thats another column.) What if the whole "massive surge in viewer complaints" was a shadow and a fraud? What if, instead of thousands of angry individual Americans motivated to write strongly-worded letters to the FCC with specific complaints, the "surge" was actually coming from thousands internet-trolling "family values" malcontents adding "me too!" to a mass-mailing and that "writing a strongly-worded letter" was in reality "clicking a mouse button." What if a single group, founded by a single man was the mastermind behind the entire thing? Also a powerful image, cinematic in scope and rife with pathos and symbolism...
...except this time, IT'S REAL.
In January, the industry trade publication Mediaweek.com published shocking statistics about the entire FCC/Nipplegate debacle. It turns out that OVER 98% OF THE COMPLAINTS came from a single source. Read all about it over at Audio Video Revolution:
http://www.avrev.com/news/0105/6.indecency.html
They call themselves the Parent's Television Council. As an organization, they monitor the airwaves for anything they deem to be "indecent." When such a nugget is found, it is posted on their website out of context and made viewable to anyone who wants to see it. Those offended by the clips are then prompted to digitally add their name to a mass-mailing-style form letter that the PTC then forwards to the FCC. And what does the PTC define as "indecent?" As you might expect, they toe the "Religious Right" line in that respect, so naturally they are infinitely more concerned about sex than violence, and "deviant" (read: "gay") sexuality especially. See for yourself:
http://www.parentstv.org/
Everybody got that? Not a "moral majority" uprising in the mail. Not a spiritual fellowship of like-minded hardworking Americans. Websurfers with an agenda mass-mailing form letters from a politically-biased pro-censorship website.
And who's in charge here? His name is L. Brent Bozell. He's a professional censorship-advocate who, in addition to running the PTC, also operates the Media Research Center, which claims to be a "Conservative" watchdog outfit watching for "Liberal bias" in the media but basically exists to accuse anyone L. Brent Bozell disagrees with of being "biased." Here's the site, see for yourself:
http://www.mediaresearch.org/archive/entcol/welcome.asp
What REALLY irritates me about the Media Research Center is that their bogus claims of watchdog-hood cheapens the very real problem of political bias in journalism. Fortunately, a REAL Conservative watchdog-group with REAL credentials that ISN'T just twisting news to advance a so-called "family values" agenda exists, over at David Horowitz's Frontpagemag.net. Agree or disagree with Frontpage's politics, at least their fair and honest which is more than can be said for either of Bozell's operations. He's not a Conservative, he's a Religious Zealot, militantly anti-gay, anti-choice and only champions "conservative" causes when they advance his theological agenda...
...and hey, wouldn't you know it? He LOVED "The Passion."
http://www.parentstv.org/PTC/publications/lbbcolumns/2004/0217.asp
Notice the little PTC link down the bottom to "send a thank-you note to Mel Gibson?" Man, sometimes this is just too easy.
When the REAL Constitutional Conservatives (and Libertarians) over at the respected CATO Insitute admirably stepped up and called out the PTC for the anti-freedom outfit it is, look how pissy Bozell got about it:
http://www.mediaresearch.org/archive/entcol/welcome.asp
(Scroll down to "CATO Lobbies for Hollywood" entry)
The article he's so upset about is by Adam Thierer, CATO's Thierer. I URGE you to read it, as it's the best anti-censorship article I'd read in many a moon:
http://www.cato.org/dailys/01-04-05.html
Money quote from Thierer:
"While the PTC claims to be non-partisan, the watchdog group's public policy advocacy adopts a distinctly social conservative and moralistic tone. Interestingly, the PTC's motto is: "Because Our Children Are Watching," which begs the question: Why are your children watching? Why are they watching Desperate Housewives or any other show you find objectionable? I know my kids aren't watching."
And one more:
"Conservatives and religious groups decry government activism in terms of educating our children, for example, but with their next breath call in Uncle Sam to play the role of surrogate parent when it comes to TV content."
Can I get an "Amen?"
CATO Institute is one of the most intelligent and important groups on the American political scene. Vacillating between Constitutional Conservatism and Libertarianism (kind of an exercise in hair-splitting, really) their operating motto is: "Individual Liberty, Limited Government, Free Markets & Peace." Couldn't have said it better myself. If you've never heard of them or visited their website, I reccomend you do so and look around. If you're into politics at all, from any side, this is pure brain-food:
http://www.cato.org/index.html
So anyhow...
Our Freedom's may have been be given to us by the blood of our Patriot forefathers, but keeping them is as responsibility for all of us. I, and many others like me, believe that the increased FCC-fines, motivated by bad, manipulated data, are a step in the direction of abridging those very freedoms. If you agree, do something about it.
You've all got a senator. You've all got a congressman. The White House Switchboards really do catalogue all the calls they get. Make your voice heard.
Yes, even if you disagree with everything I've said here. Despite the best efforts of The Parents Television Council and all their ilk, this is after all still a free country ;)
There has never been, in the HISTORY OF HUMANKIND, a single provable case or even a single reputable study to support the notion that ANY item of the arts or media, (be it music, radio or TV broadcast, film, painting, sculpture, literature or otherwise,) is inherently harmful to view, see, read or listen to.
Read that last statement over again, and let it sink in. NEVER. Thats how many times someone has proven that a work of art or media is automatically "harmful." ZERO. That's how many reputable studies exist to support the idea that they could even in theory be automatically harmful. There is NO video game can be gauranteed to make anyone who plays it shoot up their high school. There is NO movie that can be garaunteed to turn your kid into a serial killer. There is NO album that can be gauranteed to make any listener commit suicide. Even that episode of "Pokemon" where the flashing light-patterns caused a mass-outbreak of seizures among Japanese children did not effect 100% of those who saw it. Are we crystal clear about this? These things DO NOT EXIST. At all.
Thusly, it is not merely my "belief," but my conclusion based on the logic outline above, that in the complete absence of the garauntee of harm no branch of the State or Federal Government has the right to regulate ANY book, picture, film, television or radio broadcast, musical peice, or ANY work of creative media in regards to it's content.
By extension of that basic principal, it is also my belief and conclusion that the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) has absolutely no right under the United States Constitution to regulate content and levy fines for "broadcast indecency" as it currently does. The FCC should be stripped of all such powers, and relegated strictly to the function of regulating the corporate and financial behaviors of Broadcast entities.
All power to regulate art and media content should be stripped from the government and placed exclusively in the domain of the private business owners who operate the television stations, movie theaters, art galleries, publishing houses, bookstores, etc. They, and the market they serve, should be the sole determiners of what is decent or indecent, what is regulated and in what manner. We are, after all, still allegedly a free market society.
Ahem.
Having said my peice in that regard, on to the news...
On February 16th, 2005, the United States House voted overwhelmingly to give the Federal Communications Commission the go-ahead on a proposed hike in broadcast indencency fines from their current $32,500 to a staggering $500,000. A lighter (but at $325,000 still inexcusably high) version of this legislation is favored by the Senate, which has to either approve the House vote or iron out a compromise between the two before any legislation can be passed on to President Bush for final approval.
Get the broader details HERE:
http://www.concordmonitor.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050217/REPOSITORY/502170363/1013/NEWS03
If you don't understand why this is big deal, then you need to start paying attention to this stuff and now. I do not care if you are a Republican, a Democrat, independent, undecided, red-state or blue-state or whatever, this comes down to a simple fundamental truth: This is the government making laws to control speech. The higher fines will make it easier for the government to punish someone who says or shows something they don't like. This is a way for a government body to get around the First Amendment. The freedom to express even unpopular speech is not just an important aspect of American life, it's THE MOST important aspect of American life.
This is not about "making broadcast radio and television safe for family viewing," as the White House said in a prepared statement. To that I demand to know: "Who's definition of 'safe?'" and "Who's family? Your family? Mine? The Manson Family? The Partridge Family?" This is not about families or safety. This is about reactionary societal-regressives, motivated primarily by fringe elements of Religious Fundamentalism and cultural "traditionalists" who desire the re-engineering of American culture in their image through the use of government regulation. This is about CONTROL.
Back to boldface for a spell: Can you guess how much I think the FCC should be allowed to fine for "obscene" material on TV? Hm? How about ZERO dollars?
Of course, this is motivated almost entirely by the events of about a year ago, when a cheezy publicity stunt at the MTV-produced Superbowl halftime show resulted in the "shocking" (yes, shocking, simply shocking!!!) revelation to billions of impressionable TV viewers that fading pop diva Janet Jackson was possessed of an upper-torso epidermal feature also shared by every single person watching the show. The offending feature is colloquially refered to as a "nipple," and anyone who honestly still thinks this was EVER even worth getting mildly peeved about... Please, I'm begging you, get counciling.
Now, let's explore why this is a complete fraud:
The "Nipplegate" incident is part of a larger "story of the year" in 2004, i.e. the HUGE uptick in complaints to the FCC. The exact numbers are often disputed and hard to come by, but the figure is something like several hundred-thousand this year as opposed to a prior average of about a hundred. The way the enemies of free speech have so magnificiently spun this data, it's easy to buy into the Big Lie that TV has gotten "too raunchy" and that there's some kind of "silent majority" revolution going on in this country in favor of "good old-fashioned family values." It's not hard to look at this skewed data and conjure up the mental picture of hundreds of thousands of Smith's and Jones's deciding they've "finally had enough" of TV sex and violence (mostly sex) and sitting down spontaneously-en-masse to write impassioned strongly worded letters which in turn arrive in righteous, burying-bagfuls at the office of the FCC like some kind of facist Bizarro-World version of "Miracle on 34th Street." It's a powerful image, cinematic in scope and rife with pathos and symbolism...
...too bad it's NOT REAL.
What if I told you that there's BARELY the makings of an "uprising" out there? (There's also no spoon, but thats another column.) What if the whole "massive surge in viewer complaints" was a shadow and a fraud? What if, instead of thousands of angry individual Americans motivated to write strongly-worded letters to the FCC with specific complaints, the "surge" was actually coming from thousands internet-trolling "family values" malcontents adding "me too!" to a mass-mailing and that "writing a strongly-worded letter" was in reality "clicking a mouse button." What if a single group, founded by a single man was the mastermind behind the entire thing? Also a powerful image, cinematic in scope and rife with pathos and symbolism...
...except this time, IT'S REAL.
In January, the industry trade publication Mediaweek.com published shocking statistics about the entire FCC/Nipplegate debacle. It turns out that OVER 98% OF THE COMPLAINTS came from a single source. Read all about it over at Audio Video Revolution:
http://www.avrev.com/news/0105/6.indecency.html
They call themselves the Parent's Television Council. As an organization, they monitor the airwaves for anything they deem to be "indecent." When such a nugget is found, it is posted on their website out of context and made viewable to anyone who wants to see it. Those offended by the clips are then prompted to digitally add their name to a mass-mailing-style form letter that the PTC then forwards to the FCC. And what does the PTC define as "indecent?" As you might expect, they toe the "Religious Right" line in that respect, so naturally they are infinitely more concerned about sex than violence, and "deviant" (read: "gay") sexuality especially. See for yourself:
http://www.parentstv.org/
Everybody got that? Not a "moral majority" uprising in the mail. Not a spiritual fellowship of like-minded hardworking Americans. Websurfers with an agenda mass-mailing form letters from a politically-biased pro-censorship website.
And who's in charge here? His name is L. Brent Bozell. He's a professional censorship-advocate who, in addition to running the PTC, also operates the Media Research Center, which claims to be a "Conservative" watchdog outfit watching for "Liberal bias" in the media but basically exists to accuse anyone L. Brent Bozell disagrees with of being "biased." Here's the site, see for yourself:
http://www.mediaresearch.org/archive/entcol/welcome.asp
What REALLY irritates me about the Media Research Center is that their bogus claims of watchdog-hood cheapens the very real problem of political bias in journalism. Fortunately, a REAL Conservative watchdog-group with REAL credentials that ISN'T just twisting news to advance a so-called "family values" agenda exists, over at David Horowitz's Frontpagemag.net. Agree or disagree with Frontpage's politics, at least their fair and honest which is more than can be said for either of Bozell's operations. He's not a Conservative, he's a Religious Zealot, militantly anti-gay, anti-choice and only champions "conservative" causes when they advance his theological agenda...
...and hey, wouldn't you know it? He LOVED "The Passion."
http://www.parentstv.org/PTC/publications/lbbcolumns/2004/0217.asp
Notice the little PTC link down the bottom to "send a thank-you note to Mel Gibson?" Man, sometimes this is just too easy.
When the REAL Constitutional Conservatives (and Libertarians) over at the respected CATO Insitute admirably stepped up and called out the PTC for the anti-freedom outfit it is, look how pissy Bozell got about it:
http://www.mediaresearch.org/archive/entcol/welcome.asp
(Scroll down to "CATO Lobbies for Hollywood" entry)
The article he's so upset about is by Adam Thierer, CATO's Thierer. I URGE you to read it, as it's the best anti-censorship article I'd read in many a moon:
http://www.cato.org/dailys/01-04-05.html
Money quote from Thierer:
"While the PTC claims to be non-partisan, the watchdog group's public policy advocacy adopts a distinctly social conservative and moralistic tone. Interestingly, the PTC's motto is: "Because Our Children Are Watching," which begs the question: Why are your children watching? Why are they watching Desperate Housewives or any other show you find objectionable? I know my kids aren't watching."
And one more:
"Conservatives and religious groups decry government activism in terms of educating our children, for example, but with their next breath call in Uncle Sam to play the role of surrogate parent when it comes to TV content."
Can I get an "Amen?"
CATO Institute is one of the most intelligent and important groups on the American political scene. Vacillating between Constitutional Conservatism and Libertarianism (kind of an exercise in hair-splitting, really) their operating motto is: "Individual Liberty, Limited Government, Free Markets & Peace." Couldn't have said it better myself. If you've never heard of them or visited their website, I reccomend you do so and look around. If you're into politics at all, from any side, this is pure brain-food:
http://www.cato.org/index.html
So anyhow...
Our Freedom's may have been be given to us by the blood of our Patriot forefathers, but keeping them is as responsibility for all of us. I, and many others like me, believe that the increased FCC-fines, motivated by bad, manipulated data, are a step in the direction of abridging those very freedoms. If you agree, do something about it.
You've all got a senator. You've all got a congressman. The White House Switchboards really do catalogue all the calls they get. Make your voice heard.
Yes, even if you disagree with everything I've said here. Despite the best efforts of The Parents Television Council and all their ilk, this is after all still a free country ;)
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
More Oscar controversy
...and this time it's 100% Michael Medved and Mel Gibson free! I promise!
So there's two simmering Oscar issues right now, which are sure to come to a head in the coming years but we're getting early previews of around this year's show.
The first issue is one of a rejiggering in the way the statues are handed out this year. The reliable Moviepoopshoot.com reports:
http://www.moviepoopshoot.com/news/feb05/74.html
The meat of it goes something like this: Some of the "less major" awards this year will be given to the winners in their seats or via beauty-pagent style "every nominee lines up" on the stage. Presumably this is producer Gil Cates making good on his yearly promise to make the show go quicker and shake things up a bit... but c'mon, you don't have to be any kind of insider to figure out what's going on here: This is the Academy caving in to the sad reality that a majority of people watching the show are just doing so to oggle their favored celebs and see what they wore, and this new system was likely designed to get the awards that "nobody" (read: film buffs and the people nominated for the awards) cares about done quicker so that the attendees with the better PMI (People Magazine Index) can get even more attention.
Editor Walter Murch said it nicely in an angry email to Gil Cates:
"I would like to protest in the strongest possible terms your decision to not allow 'technical' crafts on stage to receive their Oscars." He added, "To apply some kind of PMI (People magazine index) to the nominees and make this the criterion for whether they get to go onstage or not and speak to the Academy is disgraceful to the Academy and to all of the people who work in film, whether they are members of the Academy or not."
To be fair, it hasn't been confirmed which categories will be done this way and the producers are promising this WON'T be just about shorting the craft-nominees, but right now I'm with Murch: It just sounds fishy. The hard working people on the technical side of filmmaking spend their entire year with their work being overlooked in favor of celebrities who act in the films, and the Oscars is the one night the field gets suitably equalized: The winner of Best Actor takes the same stage, gets the same-shaped trophy and the same speaking time as the winner of Best Makeup or Best Editing. To take that away is cruel.
And speaking of hardworking people getting shortchanged, it's ridiculous that there's no Oscar for Best Stunt Coordinator. This is a vital part of making a huge number of films, and it deserves a category. The Stuntmen apparently agree with me. For seperate stunt organizations have joined to petition the Academy to recognize them. I say don't hold your breath, look how long in between "Snow White" and "Shrek" for us to get a Best Animated Feature prize.
The only film pundit I can find talking about this is Jeffery Wells over at "Hollywood Elsewhere"...
http://www.hollywood-elsewhere.com/
...predictably, he's against it. His rationale is, I gather, the same as most of the Academy ruling class: he views stunt work as the stuff of artless blockbusters, action films, and other stuff thats not worth recognizing. Or as he puts it:
"Safe, maybe, but forget creative. To me, movie stunts are the antithesis of that. Hollywood's stunt professionals are good people, but they're upper-level proles who are just a step or two removed from carpenters and electricians, and including them with the rest of the Oscar contenders would devalue things a bit."
Look, I like Wells' site, he's a good film writer, but on this like most other things he's just the definition of an old-school Film Snob (the boomer-aged dying-breed forerunner to the NEW power-class of film pundits, the Movie Geeks) and to put it bluntly: He just doesn't get it. "Stunt Coordinators" don't just stage crashes and falls, they also handle the complex human-mechanics like the elaborate fight sequences that've become so prevalent lately. It's an art, it's essential to filmmaking right now, and it deserves a spot.
In fact, I'll do the stunt guys one better. They don't need one award, they need THREE:
How about: "Best Stunt Coordinator," "Best Choreography (Dance)" and "Best Choreography (Combat)"? That'd be something...
So there's two simmering Oscar issues right now, which are sure to come to a head in the coming years but we're getting early previews of around this year's show.
The first issue is one of a rejiggering in the way the statues are handed out this year. The reliable Moviepoopshoot.com reports:
http://www.moviepoopshoot.com/news/feb05/74.html
The meat of it goes something like this: Some of the "less major" awards this year will be given to the winners in their seats or via beauty-pagent style "every nominee lines up" on the stage. Presumably this is producer Gil Cates making good on his yearly promise to make the show go quicker and shake things up a bit... but c'mon, you don't have to be any kind of insider to figure out what's going on here: This is the Academy caving in to the sad reality that a majority of people watching the show are just doing so to oggle their favored celebs and see what they wore, and this new system was likely designed to get the awards that "nobody" (read: film buffs and the people nominated for the awards) cares about done quicker so that the attendees with the better PMI (People Magazine Index) can get even more attention.
Editor Walter Murch said it nicely in an angry email to Gil Cates:
"I would like to protest in the strongest possible terms your decision to not allow 'technical' crafts on stage to receive their Oscars." He added, "To apply some kind of PMI (People magazine index) to the nominees and make this the criterion for whether they get to go onstage or not and speak to the Academy is disgraceful to the Academy and to all of the people who work in film, whether they are members of the Academy or not."
To be fair, it hasn't been confirmed which categories will be done this way and the producers are promising this WON'T be just about shorting the craft-nominees, but right now I'm with Murch: It just sounds fishy. The hard working people on the technical side of filmmaking spend their entire year with their work being overlooked in favor of celebrities who act in the films, and the Oscars is the one night the field gets suitably equalized: The winner of Best Actor takes the same stage, gets the same-shaped trophy and the same speaking time as the winner of Best Makeup or Best Editing. To take that away is cruel.
And speaking of hardworking people getting shortchanged, it's ridiculous that there's no Oscar for Best Stunt Coordinator. This is a vital part of making a huge number of films, and it deserves a category. The Stuntmen apparently agree with me. For seperate stunt organizations have joined to petition the Academy to recognize them. I say don't hold your breath, look how long in between "Snow White" and "Shrek" for us to get a Best Animated Feature prize.
The only film pundit I can find talking about this is Jeffery Wells over at "Hollywood Elsewhere"...
http://www.hollywood-elsewhere.com/
...predictably, he's against it. His rationale is, I gather, the same as most of the Academy ruling class: he views stunt work as the stuff of artless blockbusters, action films, and other stuff thats not worth recognizing. Or as he puts it:
"Safe, maybe, but forget creative. To me, movie stunts are the antithesis of that. Hollywood's stunt professionals are good people, but they're upper-level proles who are just a step or two removed from carpenters and electricians, and including them with the rest of the Oscar contenders would devalue things a bit."
Look, I like Wells' site, he's a good film writer, but on this like most other things he's just the definition of an old-school Film Snob (the boomer-aged dying-breed forerunner to the NEW power-class of film pundits, the Movie Geeks) and to put it bluntly: He just doesn't get it. "Stunt Coordinators" don't just stage crashes and falls, they also handle the complex human-mechanics like the elaborate fight sequences that've become so prevalent lately. It's an art, it's essential to filmmaking right now, and it deserves a spot.
In fact, I'll do the stunt guys one better. They don't need one award, they need THREE:
How about: "Best Stunt Coordinator," "Best Choreography (Dance)" and "Best Choreography (Combat)"? That'd be something...
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Update: Alan Keyes
I'm aware that the Alan Keyes stuff seems pretty far removed from the subject of film, but I'm going to continue posting it anyway. Yes, it's not immediately on-topic, but Keyes is one of the top "culture warriors" in the U.S. and a frequent ally of the pro-censorship forces that threaten all art including film, so if you want a connection there it is.
The developing news story around the former Republican presidential candidate and hardline anti-gay-rights activist, i.e. that his daughter Maya is a lesbian and that that fact has (allegedly) led to her being thrown out of the family home and cut off financially, has hit the mainstream media following TV News interviews involving Maya herself. You may have already heard about the story here, or from bloggers Andrew Sullivan and Oliver Willis.
Worldnetdaily.com, an independent political news site catering to the hard-end of the Religious Right that offered it's support to Keyes during his recent Senate run against Barack Obama, gives their take on the story here:
http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=42867
The article includes a lengthy quote from Mrs. Keyes, where she fills out some of the details in the story. For example, she has apparently been "out" to her parents since High School, which means that the fact of his daughter's lifestyle was already known to Alan and in his mind during his recent hard-fought fights against that very same lifestyle. This is not a pleasant thought.
This particular peice from Mrs. Keye's thoughts on her father strikes me as especially poignant:
"It was weird to see what he said all over the news, but the remarks themselves weren't any shock to me; it's no different than what he believes and says at home as well."
This whole thing, honestly, makes me sick to my stomache and deeply pained for all involved. Yes, Maya Keyes in particular but in a way even her father. I've followed Keyes' career for quite some time, and it was always "one thing" to hear his hateful words about gays under the assumption that they were coming from just the latest in a long line of angry "traditionalists" with little connection to the reality of which they spoke... But to now know that he has said what he said and stood for what he has stood for... to know that when he called an entire group "motivated by selfish hedonism" that he was not only conciously talking about Dick Cheney's daughter (as the news made hay of at the time) but his own child when he did so... that's another thing entirely. The picture being painted here is of a profoundly disturbed man, and I find I simply cannot grasp the sorts of things that must be wrong with a person to make him treat his own family in this regard. For me, it is simply beyond words.
Look, I can't guess at what the political, religious or otherwise beliefs are of people reading this blog entry, and I don't really care. I imagine it's mighty tempting for some who fall on the "progressive" side of social issues, like myself, to look at this situation as "good" because it will likely be the end of Keyes' stature as a figure of record (his own party, which already refused to support his Senate run, will likely cast him aside given the seeming callousness of his behavior here), and while that may be "good news for the good guys" in the long run, I don't think there can be any legitimate response to hearing of this other than sadness.
I don't care what you think about gay rights, gay marriage, or what you thought of Keyes in the past or think of him now. The facts here (as we know them thus far) are beyond mere politics: Somewhere in America right now, a family is torn apart. A young woman is out on her own, cast out from her house by her parents. A man is going to bed knowing that he sent his own child away from his home. It doesn't matter which family it happened to, or for what reason, it's a plain and simple tragedy. And one that is, sadly, happening in a hundred other homes to a thousand other people who's names we'll never know.
The developing news story around the former Republican presidential candidate and hardline anti-gay-rights activist, i.e. that his daughter Maya is a lesbian and that that fact has (allegedly) led to her being thrown out of the family home and cut off financially, has hit the mainstream media following TV News interviews involving Maya herself. You may have already heard about the story here, or from bloggers Andrew Sullivan and Oliver Willis.
Worldnetdaily.com, an independent political news site catering to the hard-end of the Religious Right that offered it's support to Keyes during his recent Senate run against Barack Obama, gives their take on the story here:
http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=42867
The article includes a lengthy quote from Mrs. Keyes, where she fills out some of the details in the story. For example, she has apparently been "out" to her parents since High School, which means that the fact of his daughter's lifestyle was already known to Alan and in his mind during his recent hard-fought fights against that very same lifestyle. This is not a pleasant thought.
This particular peice from Mrs. Keye's thoughts on her father strikes me as especially poignant:
"It was weird to see what he said all over the news, but the remarks themselves weren't any shock to me; it's no different than what he believes and says at home as well."
This whole thing, honestly, makes me sick to my stomache and deeply pained for all involved. Yes, Maya Keyes in particular but in a way even her father. I've followed Keyes' career for quite some time, and it was always "one thing" to hear his hateful words about gays under the assumption that they were coming from just the latest in a long line of angry "traditionalists" with little connection to the reality of which they spoke... But to now know that he has said what he said and stood for what he has stood for... to know that when he called an entire group "motivated by selfish hedonism" that he was not only conciously talking about Dick Cheney's daughter (as the news made hay of at the time) but his own child when he did so... that's another thing entirely. The picture being painted here is of a profoundly disturbed man, and I find I simply cannot grasp the sorts of things that must be wrong with a person to make him treat his own family in this regard. For me, it is simply beyond words.
Look, I can't guess at what the political, religious or otherwise beliefs are of people reading this blog entry, and I don't really care. I imagine it's mighty tempting for some who fall on the "progressive" side of social issues, like myself, to look at this situation as "good" because it will likely be the end of Keyes' stature as a figure of record (his own party, which already refused to support his Senate run, will likely cast him aside given the seeming callousness of his behavior here), and while that may be "good news for the good guys" in the long run, I don't think there can be any legitimate response to hearing of this other than sadness.
I don't care what you think about gay rights, gay marriage, or what you thought of Keyes in the past or think of him now. The facts here (as we know them thus far) are beyond mere politics: Somewhere in America right now, a family is torn apart. A young woman is out on her own, cast out from her house by her parents. A man is going to bed knowing that he sent his own child away from his home. It doesn't matter which family it happened to, or for what reason, it's a plain and simple tragedy. And one that is, sadly, happening in a hundred other homes to a thousand other people who's names we'll never know.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
REVIEW: Ong Bak: The Thai Warrior
Ong Bak is one of those genre films that critics like to say "you'll like even if you don't like ::insert genre here::" Don't believe the hype. This is an old-school style martial-arts film, focusing on Muy Thai Kickboxing, made in Thailand. It's plot is a bare-basics creation, existing exclusively to showcase a specific fighting-style and a specific star using it. If that sounds like something you'd enjoy, this is a damn good example of such and you'll probably enjoy it. If you don't like martial-arts films at all, there's no reason on Earth for you to see this. You will sit bored to tears, wondering why everyone else in the theater is clapping and cheering.
Now, for those of you who ARE into this sort of film (myself included) it's my honor to report to you that everything you've heard is true, and that if your even a casual fan of good kung-fu movies then you owe it to yourself to get to a theater and see this movie. Now.
Shot in Thailand, Ong Bak plays as designed from the ground-up as a martial-arts film for martial-arts fans. The fights are intricate and uninterupted, the styles are distinguishable and cool to see, the stunts are spectacular. Newcomer Tony Jaa is, indeed, the real deal, and if he can fair in a film where the ambitions of the story rise to his ambitions as a physical performer then we have a rising star on our hands. It's becoming sport to compare Jaa to the great stars of the past, but in my estimation he most resembles Bruce Lee in his serious, spiritual-stare and forceful fighting-style.
The plot (which also recalls the early work of Lee) would have been right at home in an old-school Shaw Bros. classic: A small village has been robbed of the head of it's sacred Buddha statue and the local golden-boy, a master of Muy-Thai Kickboxing, is sent to the big city retrieve it. The film wrings a genuinely admirable degree of story and pathos out of this in the simple act of moving this old-school story from it's more natural home in a period Chinese kung-fu peice to present-day Thailand. The culture-clash undercurrent to the exploits of Ting, (Jaa,) the simple "hick" from the traditional rural village as he navigates the streets of busy, modern, quasi-westernized big city Bangkok really does manage to punctuate the action with moments of real humanity, particularly in the character of Ting's reluctant ally Hum Lae, a former villager who has moved to the city, dyed his hair blonde, changed his name to George and runs gambling scams.
In a way, the expressive "George" functions as a kind of emotional-core to the film, complimenting Jaa's position as the driving-force of it's action. It's possible, indeed downright easy, to see this character as a kind of humanization of the story's overall aim of reuniting Thailand's modern, urban present with it's religious and philosophical roots though the unifying element of Muy-Thai. As if to drive the point home, Ting at first refuses to use his skills in combat, but changes his tune when a boorish English-speaking "fight club" participant taunts him that "Thai men aren't strong enough, thats why Thai girls come to my country and become hookers!" Subtlety is not the genre's strong suit.
All of that doesn't really serve to make this more than a film about a young fighter punching his way through henchmen to retrieve a stolen McGuffin, nor does it really need to. The film functions fine on it's own, adhering to the iron-tested formula of the martial-arts genre and delivering all the right beats (and beat-downs) required. There are epic chases, terrific slapstick and jaw-dropping fights. The location-shooting and Jaa's fearless stuntwork gives the film an air of welcome authenticity: Never does anything happen that appears outside the realm of the possible, and while I dearly love Hong Kong wire-fu it's absence here really is a mark in it's favor.
What more can I say? It's a top-class fight film with a great fresh face in the lead. Action fans in general and kung-fu fans in particular really need to see this. You may have seen the trailers wherein Wu-Tang Clan's "The RZA" offers you much the same advice. You should listen to The RZA on this one. If you're not inclined to listen to The RZA about anything, or if you have no idea who The RZA is, you really should see something else.
Now, for those of you who ARE into this sort of film (myself included) it's my honor to report to you that everything you've heard is true, and that if your even a casual fan of good kung-fu movies then you owe it to yourself to get to a theater and see this movie. Now.
Shot in Thailand, Ong Bak plays as designed from the ground-up as a martial-arts film for martial-arts fans. The fights are intricate and uninterupted, the styles are distinguishable and cool to see, the stunts are spectacular. Newcomer Tony Jaa is, indeed, the real deal, and if he can fair in a film where the ambitions of the story rise to his ambitions as a physical performer then we have a rising star on our hands. It's becoming sport to compare Jaa to the great stars of the past, but in my estimation he most resembles Bruce Lee in his serious, spiritual-stare and forceful fighting-style.
The plot (which also recalls the early work of Lee) would have been right at home in an old-school Shaw Bros. classic: A small village has been robbed of the head of it's sacred Buddha statue and the local golden-boy, a master of Muy-Thai Kickboxing, is sent to the big city retrieve it. The film wrings a genuinely admirable degree of story and pathos out of this in the simple act of moving this old-school story from it's more natural home in a period Chinese kung-fu peice to present-day Thailand. The culture-clash undercurrent to the exploits of Ting, (Jaa,) the simple "hick" from the traditional rural village as he navigates the streets of busy, modern, quasi-westernized big city Bangkok really does manage to punctuate the action with moments of real humanity, particularly in the character of Ting's reluctant ally Hum Lae, a former villager who has moved to the city, dyed his hair blonde, changed his name to George and runs gambling scams.
In a way, the expressive "George" functions as a kind of emotional-core to the film, complimenting Jaa's position as the driving-force of it's action. It's possible, indeed downright easy, to see this character as a kind of humanization of the story's overall aim of reuniting Thailand's modern, urban present with it's religious and philosophical roots though the unifying element of Muy-Thai. As if to drive the point home, Ting at first refuses to use his skills in combat, but changes his tune when a boorish English-speaking "fight club" participant taunts him that "Thai men aren't strong enough, thats why Thai girls come to my country and become hookers!" Subtlety is not the genre's strong suit.
All of that doesn't really serve to make this more than a film about a young fighter punching his way through henchmen to retrieve a stolen McGuffin, nor does it really need to. The film functions fine on it's own, adhering to the iron-tested formula of the martial-arts genre and delivering all the right beats (and beat-downs) required. There are epic chases, terrific slapstick and jaw-dropping fights. The location-shooting and Jaa's fearless stuntwork gives the film an air of welcome authenticity: Never does anything happen that appears outside the realm of the possible, and while I dearly love Hong Kong wire-fu it's absence here really is a mark in it's favor.
What more can I say? It's a top-class fight film with a great fresh face in the lead. Action fans in general and kung-fu fans in particular really need to see this. You may have seen the trailers wherein Wu-Tang Clan's "The RZA" offers you much the same advice. You should listen to The RZA on this one. If you're not inclined to listen to The RZA about anything, or if you have no idea who The RZA is, you really should see something else.
REVIEW: Hitch
If you ever find yourself counting a Movie Geek among you recent aquaintances and you want to get to know them better with minimal digging on your part, here's something to try: Ask them if they have any "film theories" that are especially their own. Most of us have them.
By "film theory" I mean, to clarify, a certain opinion about film "overall" that this particular Geek happens to consider his or her very own. Some big moment of enlightenment they once had that they have by now fashioned into what can definately be called an "opinion" but which they are more apt to describe in such detail that it eventually crosses into the realm of a "theory."
I'm going to tell you mine, because I can tell you want to know me better. I mean, if not, then why are you reading this blog? Exclude yourself from this presumption if you are here because a friend of your's also happens to be a friend of mine and they gave you this URL, (in addition, if they qualified it with "you might like this" or "this guy is pretty interesting," please accept my humble appologies for how dissapointed you must be by now,) or if you only came for the review of "Hitch" which, I promise, we'll get to in a moment.
Anyway, here goes: I believe certain films and genres can be classified by gender. More literally, I believe that contrary to the popular notion that there are some films and films genres "for men" and others "for women," that instead the works in question can actually be said to have genders themselves, i.e. if films were to suddenly transform into animals, many or most of them would have classifiable genitalia.
This isn't unusual as theories go. Electrical wiring has "male" and "female" connectors. Computer software (stimulating) is "male" while hardware (nurturing) is "female." Sometimes it lines up curiously: Personality wise, the "lion" analogue to a human male is a female lion (hunter instinct.) Stretch the bounds a bit, and this can work for pretty much anything.
So it goes with films. There are "male" genres and there are "female" genres, at least in my estimation. And, like with everything else, usually they come in pairs and compliment one-another: Martial-Arts films are the "male" analogue to Musicals, a "female" genre. And there are complexities: It's a noted fact that the audience for Science Fiction and Fantasy is (still) predominantly male, but I also believe that Fantasy is the "feminine" counterpart to "masculine" scifi.
"Romantic Comedies" are a female genre, in gender and in audience appeal. These films just aren't made for men. They can be, but almost never are. Especially the "Rom-Coms," the dominant-subgenre in which popular actors are romanced by popular actresses in entirely-disposable narratives that serve only to pair them up and play off their established personas. You know these films by sight, because their DVD case is usually white while others are usually every other color.
"Hitch" is a kind of rare bird, then, as it is at least in part trying to do something different: Offering up a traditional, utterly-predictable "Rom-Com" from the perspective of it's male characters. In addition to focusing on the men, the male story is told not by the "goofy romantic chasing the girl" but instead from the vantage point of the obligatory "slick-cool-guy-pal-who-helps-out-messes-everything-up-but-then-fixes-it-sorta," in this case a self-proclaimed "Date Doctor" named Hitch who's helping a chubby nerd (Kevin James) woo a Hiltonesque heiress. That Hitch is played by Will Smith has more to do with making the sidekick/helper the lead role than any kind of creative jonesing by the filmmakers, but try not to let that bother you.
SIGNIFICANT SPOILERS follow, continue reading at your own risk.
In the film, Hitch is a guy who has (apparently) learned all there is to know about women, and proudly proclaims that with his advice "any man can sweep any woman off her feet." Rather than putting this all down in a book, Hitch works with "clients" personally, on an "untraceable" referal-only basis that has rendered "the Date Doctor" into a kind of urban legend whispered about in New York's female population. Hooking socially-inept Albert Heffernan (James) up with the heiress is to be Hitch's "masterpeice," and with that setup and plot the film really has a winning hand. Smith is perfect for this role, and he has real chemistry with James. When the film is concentrated on Hitch at "work" and with Albert in particular, there's a really great movie going on.
Unfortunately, another movie is going on that's just typical Rom-Com time-wasting that at first intrudes upon and then nearly crushes to death the more interest Hitch/Albert subplot. This other movie concerns a female gossip columnist (Eva Mendes) for whom Hitch falls hard and who also happens to be investigating the mystery of the Heiress's odd new beaux and the existance of the Date Doctor as well. This story just isn't very interesting, and that it seems intended by the filmmakers as the "A" plot is a colossal mistake.
The problem is with Mendes, a capable-enough actress here saddled with the role of the character who has to say and do whatever the script requires to advance the plot, no matter how foolish or out of character. The basic idea is that she's the "one woman" who's cynical and removed enough to be immune to Hitch's charms, but it doesn't work because Hitch is so well-written as a cool charmer (and played by Will Smith, who doesn't really even need the good writing to come off as cool and charming) that her character must twist and morph into a frigid, unlikable creep to make the "immunity" even partially believable. Eventually I started wondering why Hitch was bothering, and the film fails to provide an adequate answer.
The problem is also with the simple fact that the requirements of the two stories don't really compliment eachother at all. For the Hitch/Albert story to function, Hitch has to be a good guy of completely altruistic motives: The film goes to GREAT pains to establish that Hitch is a nice guy who only helps lonely guys fall in love, and refuses to aid those who are only out for sex. It's a movie, after all; in "reality" this person would probably much more resemble Frank TJ Mackey, Tom Cruise's "Seduce & Destroy" peddler from "Magnolia" than Hitch.
Thusly, the innevitable 3rd-act complication wherein Mendes misinterprets a situation so as to both discover that Hitch is the mythical Date Doctor and believe him guilty of nefarious doings plays as an unlikely (even pathologically cynical) move on her part, and her actions stemming from these events are simply cruel and petty: There's nothing that Hitch and people connected to him have done (or even are believed to have done) to deserve any of what happens to them in the third act, and Mendes character in turn does nothing that warrants her being forgiven for them.
As a result, the finale to the Hitch/Albert story, which is really funny and touching and just great in all the ways the rest of that story has been throughout, gets shoved to the side for attempts to salvage Mendes' character, and it just doesn't work. The film, overall, would have been infinitely superior focusing on Hitch's mentoring of Albert, jettisoning the Hitch's romance with the Mendes character and instead allowing her to assume her more natural role as the villain of the peice.
Still, half a good movie is better than none, and mostly-good is much better than I can usually say about most Rom-Coms. There's a lot of good in "Hitch," and while it's not really worth rushing out to see it's also not worth avoiding, either.
Final Rating: 6/10
By "film theory" I mean, to clarify, a certain opinion about film "overall" that this particular Geek happens to consider his or her very own. Some big moment of enlightenment they once had that they have by now fashioned into what can definately be called an "opinion" but which they are more apt to describe in such detail that it eventually crosses into the realm of a "theory."
I'm going to tell you mine, because I can tell you want to know me better. I mean, if not, then why are you reading this blog? Exclude yourself from this presumption if you are here because a friend of your's also happens to be a friend of mine and they gave you this URL, (in addition, if they qualified it with "you might like this" or "this guy is pretty interesting," please accept my humble appologies for how dissapointed you must be by now,) or if you only came for the review of "Hitch" which, I promise, we'll get to in a moment.
Anyway, here goes: I believe certain films and genres can be classified by gender. More literally, I believe that contrary to the popular notion that there are some films and films genres "for men" and others "for women," that instead the works in question can actually be said to have genders themselves, i.e. if films were to suddenly transform into animals, many or most of them would have classifiable genitalia.
This isn't unusual as theories go. Electrical wiring has "male" and "female" connectors. Computer software (stimulating) is "male" while hardware (nurturing) is "female." Sometimes it lines up curiously: Personality wise, the "lion" analogue to a human male is a female lion (hunter instinct.) Stretch the bounds a bit, and this can work for pretty much anything.
So it goes with films. There are "male" genres and there are "female" genres, at least in my estimation. And, like with everything else, usually they come in pairs and compliment one-another: Martial-Arts films are the "male" analogue to Musicals, a "female" genre. And there are complexities: It's a noted fact that the audience for Science Fiction and Fantasy is (still) predominantly male, but I also believe that Fantasy is the "feminine" counterpart to "masculine" scifi.
"Romantic Comedies" are a female genre, in gender and in audience appeal. These films just aren't made for men. They can be, but almost never are. Especially the "Rom-Coms," the dominant-subgenre in which popular actors are romanced by popular actresses in entirely-disposable narratives that serve only to pair them up and play off their established personas. You know these films by sight, because their DVD case is usually white while others are usually every other color.
"Hitch" is a kind of rare bird, then, as it is at least in part trying to do something different: Offering up a traditional, utterly-predictable "Rom-Com" from the perspective of it's male characters. In addition to focusing on the men, the male story is told not by the "goofy romantic chasing the girl" but instead from the vantage point of the obligatory "slick-cool-guy-pal-who-helps-out-messes-everything-up-but-then-fixes-it-sorta," in this case a self-proclaimed "Date Doctor" named Hitch who's helping a chubby nerd (Kevin James) woo a Hiltonesque heiress. That Hitch is played by Will Smith has more to do with making the sidekick/helper the lead role than any kind of creative jonesing by the filmmakers, but try not to let that bother you.
SIGNIFICANT SPOILERS follow, continue reading at your own risk.
In the film, Hitch is a guy who has (apparently) learned all there is to know about women, and proudly proclaims that with his advice "any man can sweep any woman off her feet." Rather than putting this all down in a book, Hitch works with "clients" personally, on an "untraceable" referal-only basis that has rendered "the Date Doctor" into a kind of urban legend whispered about in New York's female population. Hooking socially-inept Albert Heffernan (James) up with the heiress is to be Hitch's "masterpeice," and with that setup and plot the film really has a winning hand. Smith is perfect for this role, and he has real chemistry with James. When the film is concentrated on Hitch at "work" and with Albert in particular, there's a really great movie going on.
Unfortunately, another movie is going on that's just typical Rom-Com time-wasting that at first intrudes upon and then nearly crushes to death the more interest Hitch/Albert subplot. This other movie concerns a female gossip columnist (Eva Mendes) for whom Hitch falls hard and who also happens to be investigating the mystery of the Heiress's odd new beaux and the existance of the Date Doctor as well. This story just isn't very interesting, and that it seems intended by the filmmakers as the "A" plot is a colossal mistake.
The problem is with Mendes, a capable-enough actress here saddled with the role of the character who has to say and do whatever the script requires to advance the plot, no matter how foolish or out of character. The basic idea is that she's the "one woman" who's cynical and removed enough to be immune to Hitch's charms, but it doesn't work because Hitch is so well-written as a cool charmer (and played by Will Smith, who doesn't really even need the good writing to come off as cool and charming) that her character must twist and morph into a frigid, unlikable creep to make the "immunity" even partially believable. Eventually I started wondering why Hitch was bothering, and the film fails to provide an adequate answer.
The problem is also with the simple fact that the requirements of the two stories don't really compliment eachother at all. For the Hitch/Albert story to function, Hitch has to be a good guy of completely altruistic motives: The film goes to GREAT pains to establish that Hitch is a nice guy who only helps lonely guys fall in love, and refuses to aid those who are only out for sex. It's a movie, after all; in "reality" this person would probably much more resemble Frank TJ Mackey, Tom Cruise's "Seduce & Destroy" peddler from "Magnolia" than Hitch.
Thusly, the innevitable 3rd-act complication wherein Mendes misinterprets a situation so as to both discover that Hitch is the mythical Date Doctor and believe him guilty of nefarious doings plays as an unlikely (even pathologically cynical) move on her part, and her actions stemming from these events are simply cruel and petty: There's nothing that Hitch and people connected to him have done (or even are believed to have done) to deserve any of what happens to them in the third act, and Mendes character in turn does nothing that warrants her being forgiven for them.
As a result, the finale to the Hitch/Albert story, which is really funny and touching and just great in all the ways the rest of that story has been throughout, gets shoved to the side for attempts to salvage Mendes' character, and it just doesn't work. The film, overall, would have been infinitely superior focusing on Hitch's mentoring of Albert, jettisoning the Hitch's romance with the Mendes character and instead allowing her to assume her more natural role as the villain of the peice.
Still, half a good movie is better than none, and mostly-good is much better than I can usually say about most Rom-Coms. There's a lot of good in "Hitch," and while it's not really worth rushing out to see it's also not worth avoiding, either.
Final Rating: 6/10
Thursday, February 10, 2005
More Mel Gibson Nuttiness...
The common misonception about folks, like myself, who see evidence that something may be "wrong" with Mel Gibson given his behavior surrounding his film "The Passion" is that the "charge" is motivated exclusively by some kind of negative-regard for his religious beliefs. Speaking for myself, this is not the case. Gibson's public-persona has always been as a star always a little "on the edge," but this past year it's trended into territory that's making him look less and less "wacky" and more and more "in need of help."
And now we have this most recent story, as reported by those good fellows over at CHUD:
http://chud.com/news/1495
Here's whats going on: Gibson and his distributors, in a smart business move, are planning to re-release "The Passion" to theaters for the Easter season, hoping to start some kind of yearly-tradition thing. Harmless enough...
But here's the thing... it's not the same movie that played earlier in the year. Gibson went back an recut it to be less-violent, apparently in the hopes that it would be more accesible to younger audiences. The MPAA, however, slapped his new cut with an R-rating all over again; which only makes sense because it's not possible to make The Passion into a PG-13.
Mel, however, seems fully convinced that the new cut is indeed more family-friendly and that it's something that those families NEED to see, so he's releasing the new cut Unrated, (the designation usually reserved for the more violent cut of a film,) rather than let the MPAA put the "R" on it.
Let's just put aside for a moment the notion that Gibson (and alot of his supporters) seems to think that the film's "message" is so important for the very young to witness feel that a recut is necessary. Lets also put aside the absurdity of thinking that a few minutes of recuts can possibly render a film as gruesome as "Passion" suitable for anything but an R-rating.
Does this not just sack of plain old NUTTY behavior? One of the BIG sub-stories of the movie was the phenomenon of parents and churches dragging their young ones to a feature-length torture-film. Does Gibson really believe that many people who skipped the film did so because it was just slighty too violent for them, and that a few moments of missing bloodspray will fix the issue? Exactly how far out of touch with reality is he, at this point?
PREDICTION: This won't be the last we hear of this. Dollars to donuts (figuratively speaking) the next shoe to drop will be "Passion"-devotees claiming that the new cut MUST have been good enough for a PG-13 but the eeeeeevil secular/jewish/gay/liberal cabal that "controls Hollywood" still gave it an R just to prevent more people from being exposed to it's evangelizing powers.
It'll happen, just wait and see :)
And now we have this most recent story, as reported by those good fellows over at CHUD:
http://chud.com/news/1495
Here's whats going on: Gibson and his distributors, in a smart business move, are planning to re-release "The Passion" to theaters for the Easter season, hoping to start some kind of yearly-tradition thing. Harmless enough...
But here's the thing... it's not the same movie that played earlier in the year. Gibson went back an recut it to be less-violent, apparently in the hopes that it would be more accesible to younger audiences. The MPAA, however, slapped his new cut with an R-rating all over again; which only makes sense because it's not possible to make The Passion into a PG-13.
Mel, however, seems fully convinced that the new cut is indeed more family-friendly and that it's something that those families NEED to see, so he's releasing the new cut Unrated, (the designation usually reserved for the more violent cut of a film,) rather than let the MPAA put the "R" on it.
Let's just put aside for a moment the notion that Gibson (and alot of his supporters) seems to think that the film's "message" is so important for the very young to witness feel that a recut is necessary. Lets also put aside the absurdity of thinking that a few minutes of recuts can possibly render a film as gruesome as "Passion" suitable for anything but an R-rating.
Does this not just sack of plain old NUTTY behavior? One of the BIG sub-stories of the movie was the phenomenon of parents and churches dragging their young ones to a feature-length torture-film. Does Gibson really believe that many people who skipped the film did so because it was just slighty too violent for them, and that a few moments of missing bloodspray will fix the issue? Exactly how far out of touch with reality is he, at this point?
PREDICTION: This won't be the last we hear of this. Dollars to donuts (figuratively speaking) the next shoe to drop will be "Passion"-devotees claiming that the new cut MUST have been good enough for a PG-13 but the eeeeeevil secular/jewish/gay/liberal cabal that "controls Hollywood" still gave it an R just to prevent more people from being exposed to it's evangelizing powers.
It'll happen, just wait and see :)
OSCAR Predictions - Part 1
Okay, the last three posts have been sort of on the dour, serious side, and only one was totally about movies, so lets try something lighter and more "everyone can enjoy"-style, eh?
Let's do the "Oscar Predicting" thing, or start doing it anyway. These things take time, and why do it all in one shot?
I'll start on "Best Picture," as good a place as any to start, no?
BEST PICTURE
Nominated: "The Aviator," "Finding Neverland," "Million Dollar Baby," "Ray," "Sideways"
Should've been nominated: "Kill Bill: Vol. 2," "Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind"
Should win: "Kill Bill: Vol. 2" (note: yes, "should wins" can and will include "should've been" nominees." Bob's blog, Bob's rules)
Likely winner: "Million Dollar Baby"
Longshot: "Sideways"
Analysis: I know I'm a broken record on this, but I'll repeat it one more time. "Kill Bill" is one of the best films of this young decade, this young century, and far and away the best film made this year. In terms of sheer difficulty, Quentin Tarantino set himself an impossible dramatic task in undertaking the "Bill" epic; and that he pulled it off so well as to be more dramatic, more thrilling, more moving, more comedic, more inspirational and more a work of raw, pure filmmaking than any of the other (worthy) nominees in this category only makes it much more clear what visionary works we're dealing with here. In the plainest allegory I can think of, not only did Quentin choose the heaviest stone, he threw it further than even the guys throwing lighter stones. The "Bills" are efforts of an Atlas, while the other nominees are merely Herculean.
But it's not nominated, so someone else has to win. In my estimation, the "someone else" to beat is "Million Dollar Baby." Not only because I feel it's the best of the nominated films, but I also believe it is the most likely winner given traditional Academy voting patterns. "Aviator" is good but not great Scorsese, and while everyone knows he's "due" I'm just not feeling that the momentum is with the film. "Baby" is topical, popular, and is exactly the sort of film that The Academy loves when it's done properly: A small-ish, character-driven drama full of pathos, drama and a sucker-punch of an emotional hook. It's also full of actors the Academy has liked before and still likes, (and it won multiple SAGs, so the powerful actors-bloc is behind it) and it's the most recently-released of all nominees which does play a factor.
The wedge here is that "The Aviator" is still popular in it's own right, and it's nostalgiac recreation of Hollywood's own Golden Age resonates big in Academy circles. And yes, Scorsese is due. While I don't think "Aviator" has the momentum or the votes to win, what could happen is a split between "Aviator" and "Baby" that would knock both from competition and instead lead to a win for a dark horse like "Sideways." Don't bet on it, though.
BEST DIRECTOR
Nominated: Martin Scorsese ("Aviator"), Clint Eastwood (Million Dollar Baby), Talyor Hackford (Ray), Alexander Payne (Sideways), Mike Leigh (Vera Drake)
Should've been nominated: Quentin Tarantino (Kill Bill: Vol. 2), Michel Gondry (Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind), Kerry Conran (Sky Captain & The World of Tomorrow)
Likely winner: Too close to call.
Longshot: Alexander Payne
Analysis: This is the toughest race of the year. Eastwood and Scorsese are both "due" in their own right, and their respective films are the 1st and 2nd contenders for the big prize to boot. The recent DGA win speaks heavily in Clint's favor, but the Academy voters may give this one to Scorsese if "Baby" becomes the assumed winner of Best Picture (the Director award occasionally seems to get used as the "Best Picture Runner Up" prize.)
The same unlikely voter-split scenario could occur here, too, which I can only imagine would favor Payne.
Toss those two around in "comments" for awhile, more predictions and commentary to come on this. Promise.
Let's do the "Oscar Predicting" thing, or start doing it anyway. These things take time, and why do it all in one shot?
I'll start on "Best Picture," as good a place as any to start, no?
BEST PICTURE
Nominated: "The Aviator," "Finding Neverland," "Million Dollar Baby," "Ray," "Sideways"
Should've been nominated: "Kill Bill: Vol. 2," "Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind"
Should win: "Kill Bill: Vol. 2" (note: yes, "should wins" can and will include "should've been" nominees." Bob's blog, Bob's rules)
Likely winner: "Million Dollar Baby"
Longshot: "Sideways"
Analysis: I know I'm a broken record on this, but I'll repeat it one more time. "Kill Bill" is one of the best films of this young decade, this young century, and far and away the best film made this year. In terms of sheer difficulty, Quentin Tarantino set himself an impossible dramatic task in undertaking the "Bill" epic; and that he pulled it off so well as to be more dramatic, more thrilling, more moving, more comedic, more inspirational and more a work of raw, pure filmmaking than any of the other (worthy) nominees in this category only makes it much more clear what visionary works we're dealing with here. In the plainest allegory I can think of, not only did Quentin choose the heaviest stone, he threw it further than even the guys throwing lighter stones. The "Bills" are efforts of an Atlas, while the other nominees are merely Herculean.
But it's not nominated, so someone else has to win. In my estimation, the "someone else" to beat is "Million Dollar Baby." Not only because I feel it's the best of the nominated films, but I also believe it is the most likely winner given traditional Academy voting patterns. "Aviator" is good but not great Scorsese, and while everyone knows he's "due" I'm just not feeling that the momentum is with the film. "Baby" is topical, popular, and is exactly the sort of film that The Academy loves when it's done properly: A small-ish, character-driven drama full of pathos, drama and a sucker-punch of an emotional hook. It's also full of actors the Academy has liked before and still likes, (and it won multiple SAGs, so the powerful actors-bloc is behind it) and it's the most recently-released of all nominees which does play a factor.
The wedge here is that "The Aviator" is still popular in it's own right, and it's nostalgiac recreation of Hollywood's own Golden Age resonates big in Academy circles. And yes, Scorsese is due. While I don't think "Aviator" has the momentum or the votes to win, what could happen is a split between "Aviator" and "Baby" that would knock both from competition and instead lead to a win for a dark horse like "Sideways." Don't bet on it, though.
BEST DIRECTOR
Nominated: Martin Scorsese ("Aviator"), Clint Eastwood (Million Dollar Baby), Talyor Hackford (Ray), Alexander Payne (Sideways), Mike Leigh (Vera Drake)
Should've been nominated: Quentin Tarantino (Kill Bill: Vol. 2), Michel Gondry (Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind), Kerry Conran (Sky Captain & The World of Tomorrow)
Likely winner: Too close to call.
Longshot: Alexander Payne
Analysis: This is the toughest race of the year. Eastwood and Scorsese are both "due" in their own right, and their respective films are the 1st and 2nd contenders for the big prize to boot. The recent DGA win speaks heavily in Clint's favor, but the Academy voters may give this one to Scorsese if "Baby" becomes the assumed winner of Best Picture (the Director award occasionally seems to get used as the "Best Picture Runner Up" prize.)
The same unlikely voter-split scenario could occur here, too, which I can only imagine would favor Payne.
Toss those two around in "comments" for awhile, more predictions and commentary to come on this. Promise.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Did ya hear about Alan Keyes?
If you follow politics at all, you've probably heard of Alan Keyes. Or at least you've seen him on TV. Short, excitable-looking African American ultra-conservative who put on such a fantastic show running to the right of everyone in the 2000 Republican race? Yeah, him.
Well, Alan is... Alan is kind of special, really. Most public representatives of the "Religious Right" are careful to cloak their agenda of hate in the guise of being traditional constitutional-conservatism, but not dear Alan. Alan is right up front about it: anti-choice, virulently anti-gay, right down the line.
Aaaaaaanyway, the last time anyone heard from this clown was back during the election when Dick Cheney's lesbian daughter, Mary, became a brief object of media fascination (culminating in John Kerry's gasp-inducingly clumsy would-be gotcha invocation of her name in a debate) and Keyes got himself quoted as follows regarding the "gay" issue in an interview:
"The essence of ... family life remains procreation. If we embrace homosexuality as a proper basis for marriage, we are saying that it's possible to have a marriage state that in principal excludes procreation and is based simply on the premise of selfish hedonism."
Gee, ya think they asked him specifically about Mary Cheney being a "selfish hedonist" next for a money quote? You bet they did. Take it away, Alan:
"That goes by definition. Of course she is."
See what I mean? How can you not love such openess and honesty from a purveyor of faith-based hatred? Suffice it to say, that last part lit a fire under the media's butt and they went back for more. An article from Washington Times Online... (from whence these quotes were taken and which you can read in full here:)
http://washingtontimes.com/upi-breaking/20040901-093347-1067r.htm
...reports that someone finally did ask Keyes what he would do if HE had a lesbian daughter. As they reported it:
"Keyes said if he had a lesbian daughter he would love her but tell her she was sinning."
Hey, y'know what would be really interesting?
I mean really, really, really interesting?
(oh, hat tip to bloggers Oliver Willis, Andrew Sullivan, and Daily Kos for this, BTW)
Fast forward to today. A gay-equality march in Maryland lists the following for their scheduled events: (bold-highlights are mine)
"March to Lawyer’s Mall (in front of the State House) for the rally, featuring community leaders, Judy Shepard, and Maya Marcel Keyes, the self-described queer activist who is also daughter of ultra-conservative Alan Keyes, whose recent campaign for senator from Illinois included his calling Mary Cheney a “hedonist.”
shorthand: Alan's daughter is a lesbian.
Well, well, well...
Okay, aside from the obvious schaudenfreud (sp?) of seeing yet another acolyte of Religious Fundamentalism get smacked in the face by a little thing called the real world, the basic story here really isn't so big: An anti-gay-rights politician has a gay daughter. At best, it's a TV movie. But then it gets a little tragic...
Unlike Dick Cheney, who made it subtly but unmistakably clear in his Vice Presidential Debate that his administration's anti-gay stances are not necessarily his doing (remember his near-mutinous moment in the debate when Edwards broached the topic and Cheney merely joined his rival in mutual man-to-man "good family ya got there" praise and refused to even mention Bush's ammendment to ban gay marriage?) Well, sadly, it doesn't look like Alan Keyes is quite the closet-progressive so many suspect Cheney is...
Nope, apparently Alan Keyes has approached the issue of gays in his family the same way he and his fellow so-called "religious" right allies seem to want to approach the issue of gays anywhere else: He threw her out of his house.
How do we know that? Well, Maya Keyes has a blog of her own, and she's keeping the web up to date on her adventures right here:
http://www.xanga.com/item.aspx?user=Xmisled0youthX&tab=weblogs&uid=196061776
Alright, look... I posted this because I find it interesting and relevent. Keyes considers himself a culture-warrior, and part of my mission with this blog is chronicling the actions of those who favor censorship which he certainly does. This is news about him, and it's going to be a big story.
I want to stress that it's also a NEW story, and there could be dimensions we don't know of yet, but right now I think it's fair to say that IF this is all true, Alan Keyes has revealed himself to be a hypocrite and world-class creep. I respect those who disagree with the various dimensions of gay rights issues, and political issues of ALL stripes, but some things are bigger than politics and this is one of them. If Alan Keyes really did throw out his own child because she's gay, then Alan Keyes is even less of a man than I thought he was. For all those who look to Keyes because of his supposed Christian values, look to this news and see for once and for all: IF this is all true, Alan Keyes has no business calling himself any kind of Christian.
The bottom line is, as much as I want to see Keyes and all of Keyes' ilk suffer as much political embarassment as possible, this is ultimately a sad story, made sadder still by the fact that it's playing out in thousands of homes across the country that will never make the news. It's true, sure, that Mrs. Keyes will likely find friends and allies in this difficult time in rights groups and other friendly entities who will see her need (and the big potential news story connected to her need, of course) and help her out.
You can bet I'll be following this one, as more details emerge...
Well, Alan is... Alan is kind of special, really. Most public representatives of the "Religious Right" are careful to cloak their agenda of hate in the guise of being traditional constitutional-conservatism, but not dear Alan. Alan is right up front about it: anti-choice, virulently anti-gay, right down the line.
Aaaaaaanyway, the last time anyone heard from this clown was back during the election when Dick Cheney's lesbian daughter, Mary, became a brief object of media fascination (culminating in John Kerry's gasp-inducingly clumsy would-be gotcha invocation of her name in a debate) and Keyes got himself quoted as follows regarding the "gay" issue in an interview:
"The essence of ... family life remains procreation. If we embrace homosexuality as a proper basis for marriage, we are saying that it's possible to have a marriage state that in principal excludes procreation and is based simply on the premise of selfish hedonism."
Gee, ya think they asked him specifically about Mary Cheney being a "selfish hedonist" next for a money quote? You bet they did. Take it away, Alan:
"That goes by definition. Of course she is."
See what I mean? How can you not love such openess and honesty from a purveyor of faith-based hatred? Suffice it to say, that last part lit a fire under the media's butt and they went back for more. An article from Washington Times Online... (from whence these quotes were taken and which you can read in full here:)
http://washingtontimes.com/upi-breaking/20040901-093347-1067r.htm
...reports that someone finally did ask Keyes what he would do if HE had a lesbian daughter. As they reported it:
"Keyes said if he had a lesbian daughter he would love her but tell her she was sinning."
Hey, y'know what would be really interesting?
I mean really, really, really interesting?
(oh, hat tip to bloggers Oliver Willis, Andrew Sullivan, and Daily Kos for this, BTW)
Fast forward to today. A gay-equality march in Maryland lists the following for their scheduled events: (bold-highlights are mine)
"March to Lawyer’s Mall (in front of the State House) for the rally, featuring community leaders, Judy Shepard, and Maya Marcel Keyes, the self-described queer activist who is also daughter of ultra-conservative Alan Keyes, whose recent campaign for senator from Illinois included his calling Mary Cheney a “hedonist.”
shorthand: Alan's daughter is a lesbian.
Well, well, well...
Okay, aside from the obvious schaudenfreud (sp?) of seeing yet another acolyte of Religious Fundamentalism get smacked in the face by a little thing called the real world, the basic story here really isn't so big: An anti-gay-rights politician has a gay daughter. At best, it's a TV movie. But then it gets a little tragic...
Unlike Dick Cheney, who made it subtly but unmistakably clear in his Vice Presidential Debate that his administration's anti-gay stances are not necessarily his doing (remember his near-mutinous moment in the debate when Edwards broached the topic and Cheney merely joined his rival in mutual man-to-man "good family ya got there" praise and refused to even mention Bush's ammendment to ban gay marriage?) Well, sadly, it doesn't look like Alan Keyes is quite the closet-progressive so many suspect Cheney is...
Nope, apparently Alan Keyes has approached the issue of gays in his family the same way he and his fellow so-called "religious" right allies seem to want to approach the issue of gays anywhere else: He threw her out of his house.
How do we know that? Well, Maya Keyes has a blog of her own, and she's keeping the web up to date on her adventures right here:
http://www.xanga.com/item.aspx?user=Xmisled0youthX&tab=weblogs&uid=196061776
Alright, look... I posted this because I find it interesting and relevent. Keyes considers himself a culture-warrior, and part of my mission with this blog is chronicling the actions of those who favor censorship which he certainly does. This is news about him, and it's going to be a big story.
I want to stress that it's also a NEW story, and there could be dimensions we don't know of yet, but right now I think it's fair to say that IF this is all true, Alan Keyes has revealed himself to be a hypocrite and world-class creep. I respect those who disagree with the various dimensions of gay rights issues, and political issues of ALL stripes, but some things are bigger than politics and this is one of them. If Alan Keyes really did throw out his own child because she's gay, then Alan Keyes is even less of a man than I thought he was. For all those who look to Keyes because of his supposed Christian values, look to this news and see for once and for all: IF this is all true, Alan Keyes has no business calling himself any kind of Christian.
The bottom line is, as much as I want to see Keyes and all of Keyes' ilk suffer as much political embarassment as possible, this is ultimately a sad story, made sadder still by the fact that it's playing out in thousands of homes across the country that will never make the news. It's true, sure, that Mrs. Keyes will likely find friends and allies in this difficult time in rights groups and other friendly entities who will see her need (and the big potential news story connected to her need, of course) and help her out.
You can bet I'll be following this one, as more details emerge...
About "The Fantastic Four"...
Did you watch the Superbowl? I watched the Superbowl. I'm from New England, so it was sort of required even though I was technically at work.
I usually don't watch for the game, because I don't "follow" professional Football closely enough to really elevate one game above the others even if it is the big one. But I usually at least tune in for the commercials, (am I the only one who's already sold on the innevitable plush "Esuvees"?) specifically the movie trailers, which are usually early looks at the big summer tentpoles of the year.
The big news this time was the first non-teaser spot for "Batman Begins." At this point, early praise has become a cliche: Yup, the cast is unbelievable. Yup, I love the cool "Year One"-reminiscient brown-ish color scheme so much of it seems to have. But what thrills me about this spot is our first peek at The Scarecrow. Can I just say how much it thrills me that he actually is a guy dressed like a scarecrow? I know this is something only "fanboys" are supposed to care about but, honestly... the costumes are important. It's part of what makes the genre cool and different. If your lead is dressed like a bat, it's fine for the bad guy to go about with a burlap sack on his head. It's just cooler that way.
But speaking of this... the new "Batman" isn't the only comic book franchise making a go of it in theaters this summer. Marvel Films, who are still technically the driving force behind the new studio fascination with the genre, has "The Fantastic Four" coming out. It's a big project, with a budget somewhere in the $130 Million range, and the franchise it represents is one of the very biggest as-of-yet-untapped properties in all of comics. So why didn't it have a Superbowl spot?
Logically, it'd be because it's not quite ready for one. But it could also be just the latest in the long string of publicity-related bad luck the project has had. Unlike "X-Men," which fans approach with cautious optimism, or "Spider-Man," which had fans largely elated the moment Sam Raimi was announced as it's director, the project just can't seem to get any traction among the "fanboys" that the studios claim to so greatly despise but so transparently rely on to build pre-release hype.
Ever since Marvel Film's Avi Arad got "misquoted" as saying the film was aiming for a "sitcom" vibe, the buzz has been unrelentingly negative and hasn't caught a break since. Some of this can be, admittedly, chalked up to the geek community being just this side of paranoid about a Marvel project that seems to have so much more heavy studio/marketing influence upon it than the Spidey or X-films, but there's also the rumbling of something deeper going on. Something that makes me think that those who dismiss the "fanboy" concerns over this could likely find themselves walking out of the theater on "F4's" opening night echoing Joaquin Pheonix's astonished utterance from "Signs," namely: "the nerds were right!"
But let's not jump to conclusions. Let's do the grownup thing and make a list, or two lists, rather; of reasons to be looking forward to "The Fantastic Four" and also the reasons to be, well... a little worried about "The Fantastic Four."
Let's do the happy list first:
I usually don't watch for the game, because I don't "follow" professional Football closely enough to really elevate one game above the others even if it is the big one. But I usually at least tune in for the commercials, (am I the only one who's already sold on the innevitable plush "Esuvees"?) specifically the movie trailers, which are usually early looks at the big summer tentpoles of the year.
The big news this time was the first non-teaser spot for "Batman Begins." At this point, early praise has become a cliche: Yup, the cast is unbelievable. Yup, I love the cool "Year One"-reminiscient brown-ish color scheme so much of it seems to have. But what thrills me about this spot is our first peek at The Scarecrow. Can I just say how much it thrills me that he actually is a guy dressed like a scarecrow? I know this is something only "fanboys" are supposed to care about but, honestly... the costumes are important. It's part of what makes the genre cool and different. If your lead is dressed like a bat, it's fine for the bad guy to go about with a burlap sack on his head. It's just cooler that way.
But speaking of this... the new "Batman" isn't the only comic book franchise making a go of it in theaters this summer. Marvel Films, who are still technically the driving force behind the new studio fascination with the genre, has "The Fantastic Four" coming out. It's a big project, with a budget somewhere in the $130 Million range, and the franchise it represents is one of the very biggest as-of-yet-untapped properties in all of comics. So why didn't it have a Superbowl spot?
Logically, it'd be because it's not quite ready for one. But it could also be just the latest in the long string of publicity-related bad luck the project has had. Unlike "X-Men," which fans approach with cautious optimism, or "Spider-Man," which had fans largely elated the moment Sam Raimi was announced as it's director, the project just can't seem to get any traction among the "fanboys" that the studios claim to so greatly despise but so transparently rely on to build pre-release hype.
Ever since Marvel Film's Avi Arad got "misquoted" as saying the film was aiming for a "sitcom" vibe, the buzz has been unrelentingly negative and hasn't caught a break since. Some of this can be, admittedly, chalked up to the geek community being just this side of paranoid about a Marvel project that seems to have so much more heavy studio/marketing influence upon it than the Spidey or X-films, but there's also the rumbling of something deeper going on. Something that makes me think that those who dismiss the "fanboy" concerns over this could likely find themselves walking out of the theater on "F4's" opening night echoing Joaquin Pheonix's astonished utterance from "Signs," namely: "the nerds were right!"
But let's not jump to conclusions. Let's do the grownup thing and make a list, or two lists, rather; of reasons to be looking forward to "The Fantastic Four" and also the reasons to be, well... a little worried about "The Fantastic Four."
Let's do the happy list first:
REASONS TO LOOK FORWARD TO "THE FANTASTIC FOUR":
Because it's "The Fantastic Four!" It's probably the single biggest Marvel franchise yet not made into a film, and fans know that it's got the potential to be one of the all-time great superhero action films. A stretching super-scientist, an invisible woman, a guy who lights himself on fire and a hulking muscleman made of orange rock, locked in endless combat with mad scientists, monsters, intergalactic invaders and a power-mad Eurotrash dictator in an armored suit. Even if you're not a fan, how can you not want to see a movie about that?
Michael Chilkis as "The Thing!" Is this not the niftiest peice of comic-hero casting since Patrick Stewart as Charles Xavier? The "Shield" heavy will play a football-hero turned space-pilot who mutates into a superstrong creature made of orange rock. It's just cool is what it is, and he gets to be the one with a catchphrase!
Because... because... Okay, I'm already all out of reasons to look forward. And I'm not trying to be cute about it. Not a good sign.
REASONS TO BE REALLY KINDA SORTA APPREHENSIVE ABOUT "THE FANTASTIC FOUR":
Because it's "The Fantastic Four." There's a reason why this wasn't the first film out of the gate for Marvel. Consisting of a unique fusion between characters rooted deeply in kitschy 1960s familial archetypes and an overall universe rooted in pulp-era popular-science (fiction or otherwise,) it's never been a surefire bet that the First Family of the Marvel Age could be morphed into a more "21st Century" framework with the same ease with which "Spider-Man" embraced angsty young-adult romance or that "X-Men" connected with culture-war allegory. And you need only look at the boxoffice gross for "Sky Captain & The World of Tomorrow" to know why adopting an unstuck-in-time pop-art otherworldiness simply isn't considered an option for a project like this at the Studio level.
Because of director Tim Story. I don't mean to beat up on Story, I'm sure he's a great guy and all that, but seriously, how's a film geek supposed to respond when a project that (for reasons described above) requires the surest of and most commanding of directorial hands to live up to it's potential AND avoid the toxic influence of never-get-it-never-will studio marketing buzzards is placed in the hands of a director who's only prior effort was "Barbershop," at best an above-average feature-length sitcom pilot? And who's 2004 release, "Taxi," qualifies as just about the worst buddy comedy since "Chill Factor." Bottom line is, Story may yet turn out to be the best man for the job, but he's got no clout of his own and usually that means it's the studio driving, not the director. And thats a big problem waiting to happen...
Because the cast, aside from Chilkis, is worrisome. Iaon Grufud is a fine actor, but he looks miscast as Mr. Fantastic. Emphasis on looks. Jessica Alba is bad casting for any role, being that she's a spectacularly limited actress known only as a garden-variety factory-issue "hottie" in the Shannon Elizabeth/Tara Reid mold. Chris Evans... look, the Human Torch is the broadest and hardest-to-screw-up on a character level figure in the franchise, but isn't it a little odd that Sue Storm's younger brother should look so much older than her? Julian McMahon's turn as Dr. Doom has thus far only been witnessed by lucky fans who downloaded some early footage, such as yours truly, and it wasn't really encouraging.
Because of the "improved" Doctor Doom. Comics are not movies, movies are not comics, that much is understood by even the most hardcore fan. Thus, often, changes need to be made to get stuff onscreen, including changes to "fundamental" backstory and character elements. That being said, what is known thus far about the "retooling" of perenial F4 bad guy Doctor Doom for the film just smacks of, at best, unecessary interference and, at worst, evidence of a complete misunderstanding of the franchise and it's appeal. Doom of the movie is yet another "evil corporate magnate," the go-to baddie for unimaginative action/suspense scripts trying to be more "today" (see also: "The Manchurian Candidate" remake.) Apparently this is to make Doom more "relevant." The comic-book Doom is a third-world dictator who threatens the Western World with weapons of mass destruction... yeah, nothing relevant about that.
The film's only trailer is, well... bad. Seriously. Did you SEE this thing? Since it played before "Elektra," probably not. Look at it here:
The studio doesn't seem very confident in it: When "The Incredibles" came out, paying homage to Silver Age superheroes in general and "The Fantastic Four" especially, the go-to half-kidding query among film pundits was "the guys making the 'real' F4 have their work cut out for them." But then came the studio's response, that they... um... indeed have their work cut out for them, and that the film was going to have to be "kicked up" to not be a letdown after "Incredibles." The movie isn't as good as someone paying homage to the source material? Hm...
And then the most recent signal of the same: The film was scheduled for the July 4th weekend, in direct competition with Steven Speilberg's "War of the Worlds." The competition did have a superbowl spot ready, and it seems the F4 producers took one look at that big crumbling freeway and boldly... backed off, moving the film ahead a week to compete with the "Bewitched" remake. Hm...
Sigh.
Look, I don't want to be so down on this project, but so far I think I've made my point: There's just not much to get excited about. It could turn out that all the early impressions have been wrong, and if so I'll be the first to post right here how relieved I am to have my predictions and premonitions proven wrong. But right now, many of us "nerds" are justifiably looking to this as a letdown waiting to happen, and until some further proof otherwise is seen, right now it's looking like "the nerds were right"... even if they desperately wish not to be.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Don Feder's Oscar Schpiel
NOTE: As before, this post involves a political pundit taking aim at the Oscar Nominations in order to further his/her own political agenda. Thus, it contains potential spoilers about the film's in question. I'll try to tread as lightly as I can over the specifics, but if you haven't seen some of these films (specifically: Clint Eastwood's "Million Dollar Baby") you may wish to read at your own risk.
Don Feder is a political writer, and at that he's pretty damn talented. He's also, by manner of his postings, (which you can read at his website donfeder.com an ally of the so-called "Religious Right," and at that he's pretty damn loyal. Yesterday (Friday, Feb. 4th) he posted his thoughts on this year's Oscar nominations at David Horowitz's website, frontpagemag.net, and, Mr. Feder, on your rationale here I find you pretty far off base.
Before I get into this, I want to point out that Horowitz is an admirable scholar and that his Front Page site is "fair" in a way that most "conservative" news outlets never are. It's to his credit that he offers equal time to "hard-right" fellows like Feder and moderates like Andrew Sullivan. Check the site out here:
http://www.frontpagemag.net
Here's the thing, folks. The "religious right" was planning on using The Passion and The Oscars as a post-election hammer with which to bludgeon it's Hollywood enemies whether it was nominated or not. In the absence of nomination, the attack has been predictable: Pick peices out of the nominated films that make them appear "liberal" (read: not-explicitly-religious-fundamentalist) and contrast them against the "holy" Passion. Also present is propping up Passion's boxoffice numbers, in order to turn the standard occurance of non-blockbusters racking up Academy nods into another chapter into the myth that Mel Gibson's torture-porn zealotry is "a film of the people."
Feder sticks to this script like glue, and in the end that's what hurts him: The outline doesn't fit real life, and anyone with even a basic knowledge of real Academy "politics" can see that. Read his original, whole article HERE: (spoiler warning)
http://www.frontpagemag.net/Articles/ReadArticle.asp?ID=16873
Take a look at his thesis statement here:
"The Oscars are Hollywood’s way of celebrating its values – the agenda of a gang of celebrity cretins who need a teleprompter to think."
Truth is, The Academy is comprised of thousands of people from all aspects of the industry, not only actors and directors but also writers, crewpersons and technical engineers. While it's true that actors make up the largest voting bloc, "celebrities" (cretins or otherwise) are a minority and many are too busy during the year to vote on the awards themselves. (you have to see all the nominated films to vote.)
He gives away some spoilers, a'la Michael Medved, in the exact quote about his case studies, but I can tell you he zeroes in on "Million Dollar Baby," "Kinsey" and "Vera Drake."
"Two were box-office bombs. “Kinsey” earned an anemic $9 million and “Vera” $2.3 million – one-tenth the box office of “Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid.” “Baby” has yet to prove itself."
"Bomb" is a little on the extreme side. "Kinsey" never opened "wide" and "Vera Drake" is a small, independent British film for which 2.3 Million is a respectable take. This is basic business stuff, and standard for Oscar nominees.
Kinsey has a single nod in an acting category, and not even for the actor playing Kinsey. The film is only mentioned here, I suspect, so that it can be feigned that this is about more than The Passion, and because the "religious right" so despises Kinsey that they had planned a year-long assault on the film are a little dissapointed that it doesn't have more acclaim for them to complain about.
"At the same time, “The Passion” (winner of the People’s Choice Awards) will go down as one of the most popular movies of all time, grossing $370 million in domestic box office receipts, and $611 million worldwide. It received a backhanded compliment from the Academy -- three nominations, all of them technical."
But wait... is he really suggesting that being a big-grosser should qualify one for an artistic achievement award? Does this mean he'll also demand a Grammy for Eminem?
“Spiderman 2,” the summer blockbuster ($373.5 million) that praised virtue, also got three minor nominations. “The Village” got one nomination (also minor)."
Nice sleight of hand here, attempting to woo action fans and film geeks by trying to create some link between "Spider-Man" and "The Passion." The only thing they have in common is that "Spider-Man 2" is a better film about a put-upon hero making sacrifices for the greater good than "The Passion" could ever dream of being. Why is "The Village" in here? You've got me.
He goes off on "Baby," playing spoiler for the whole thing so I won't repost it. But listen to this:
"Eastwood has been in the industry long enough to know exactly how to butter Hollywood’s agenda bread."
Clint? Is he serious? The actor the New York Times labled as "facist" for "Dirty Harry"? The former Republican mayor? Who campaigned on behalf of Ronald Reagan? Is buttering-up "liberal" Hollywood? Does he honestly believe what he's saying here?
“Spiderman 2” was the number 2 top-grossing movie of 2004, as well as a rarity -- a sequel that exceeded the original. It was fresh, exciting, and dealt with serious subjects in a serious way. It was nominated for Sound Editing, Sound Mixing, and Visual Effects – rather like being nominated for a seat on the Burbank city council."
On this, sir, we agree. One out of one-hundred ain't bad, eh?
"M. Night Shyamalan’s latest movie, “The Village,” was reactionary in the best sense of the word – rejecting modernity, while positing the virtues of a bygone era. It was nominated for Music (Score)."
And there's the answer to that question. He must be joking. The reactionary villagers of "The Village" are the good guys? That he can glean that says an awful lot about how much of an artistic failure "Village" really was and even more about how Feder just doesn't really have an argument here.
"The Academy Awards are more than Hollywood thumbing its nose at those whose patronage pays for the extravagant lifestyles of actors and directors. Winners achieve recognition they rarely deserve."
"Deserve?" It's an industry award, with voted winners.
"Then the sheep flock to the Oscar-winning film – and in turn are indoctrinated in the industry’s worldview. Thus, those adorable statuettes might be seen as an army of little soldiers marching into battle for Hollywood’s favorite causes."
Okay, so, let me get this right: When people blindly obey the command of Pat Robertson and James Dobson to flock to indoctrination from "The Passion," their exercising some kind of vox populi dollar-vote of their true feelings... but if they blindly trudge to the Academy Award winner.. then their sheep?
"The spectacle that will take place three weeks hence at Hollywood’s Kodak Theater has nothing to do with art and everything to do with ideology."
The same could be said, sir, of this and all other politically-motivated "film" columns like this one.
Don Feder is a political writer, and at that he's pretty damn talented. He's also, by manner of his postings, (which you can read at his website donfeder.com an ally of the so-called "Religious Right," and at that he's pretty damn loyal. Yesterday (Friday, Feb. 4th) he posted his thoughts on this year's Oscar nominations at David Horowitz's website, frontpagemag.net, and, Mr. Feder, on your rationale here I find you pretty far off base.
Before I get into this, I want to point out that Horowitz is an admirable scholar and that his Front Page site is "fair" in a way that most "conservative" news outlets never are. It's to his credit that he offers equal time to "hard-right" fellows like Feder and moderates like Andrew Sullivan. Check the site out here:
http://www.frontpagemag.net
Here's the thing, folks. The "religious right" was planning on using The Passion and The Oscars as a post-election hammer with which to bludgeon it's Hollywood enemies whether it was nominated or not. In the absence of nomination, the attack has been predictable: Pick peices out of the nominated films that make them appear "liberal" (read: not-explicitly-religious-fundamentalist) and contrast them against the "holy" Passion. Also present is propping up Passion's boxoffice numbers, in order to turn the standard occurance of non-blockbusters racking up Academy nods into another chapter into the myth that Mel Gibson's torture-porn zealotry is "a film of the people."
Feder sticks to this script like glue, and in the end that's what hurts him: The outline doesn't fit real life, and anyone with even a basic knowledge of real Academy "politics" can see that. Read his original, whole article HERE: (spoiler warning)
http://www.frontpagemag.net/Articles/ReadArticle.asp?ID=16873
Take a look at his thesis statement here:
"The Oscars are Hollywood’s way of celebrating its values – the agenda of a gang of celebrity cretins who need a teleprompter to think."
Truth is, The Academy is comprised of thousands of people from all aspects of the industry, not only actors and directors but also writers, crewpersons and technical engineers. While it's true that actors make up the largest voting bloc, "celebrities" (cretins or otherwise) are a minority and many are too busy during the year to vote on the awards themselves. (you have to see all the nominated films to vote.)
He gives away some spoilers, a'la Michael Medved, in the exact quote about his case studies, but I can tell you he zeroes in on "Million Dollar Baby," "Kinsey" and "Vera Drake."
"Two were box-office bombs. “Kinsey” earned an anemic $9 million and “Vera” $2.3 million – one-tenth the box office of “Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid.” “Baby” has yet to prove itself."
"Bomb" is a little on the extreme side. "Kinsey" never opened "wide" and "Vera Drake" is a small, independent British film for which 2.3 Million is a respectable take. This is basic business stuff, and standard for Oscar nominees.
Kinsey has a single nod in an acting category, and not even for the actor playing Kinsey. The film is only mentioned here, I suspect, so that it can be feigned that this is about more than The Passion, and because the "religious right" so despises Kinsey that they had planned a year-long assault on the film are a little dissapointed that it doesn't have more acclaim for them to complain about.
"At the same time, “The Passion” (winner of the People’s Choice Awards) will go down as one of the most popular movies of all time, grossing $370 million in domestic box office receipts, and $611 million worldwide. It received a backhanded compliment from the Academy -- three nominations, all of them technical."
But wait... is he really suggesting that being a big-grosser should qualify one for an artistic achievement award? Does this mean he'll also demand a Grammy for Eminem?
“Spiderman 2,” the summer blockbuster ($373.5 million) that praised virtue, also got three minor nominations. “The Village” got one nomination (also minor)."
Nice sleight of hand here, attempting to woo action fans and film geeks by trying to create some link between "Spider-Man" and "The Passion." The only thing they have in common is that "Spider-Man 2" is a better film about a put-upon hero making sacrifices for the greater good than "The Passion" could ever dream of being. Why is "The Village" in here? You've got me.
He goes off on "Baby," playing spoiler for the whole thing so I won't repost it. But listen to this:
"Eastwood has been in the industry long enough to know exactly how to butter Hollywood’s agenda bread."
Clint? Is he serious? The actor the New York Times labled as "facist" for "Dirty Harry"? The former Republican mayor? Who campaigned on behalf of Ronald Reagan? Is buttering-up "liberal" Hollywood? Does he honestly believe what he's saying here?
“Spiderman 2” was the number 2 top-grossing movie of 2004, as well as a rarity -- a sequel that exceeded the original. It was fresh, exciting, and dealt with serious subjects in a serious way. It was nominated for Sound Editing, Sound Mixing, and Visual Effects – rather like being nominated for a seat on the Burbank city council."
On this, sir, we agree. One out of one-hundred ain't bad, eh?
"M. Night Shyamalan’s latest movie, “The Village,” was reactionary in the best sense of the word – rejecting modernity, while positing the virtues of a bygone era. It was nominated for Music (Score)."
And there's the answer to that question. He must be joking. The reactionary villagers of "The Village" are the good guys? That he can glean that says an awful lot about how much of an artistic failure "Village" really was and even more about how Feder just doesn't really have an argument here.
"The Academy Awards are more than Hollywood thumbing its nose at those whose patronage pays for the extravagant lifestyles of actors and directors. Winners achieve recognition they rarely deserve."
"Deserve?" It's an industry award, with voted winners.
"Then the sheep flock to the Oscar-winning film – and in turn are indoctrinated in the industry’s worldview. Thus, those adorable statuettes might be seen as an army of little soldiers marching into battle for Hollywood’s favorite causes."
Okay, so, let me get this right: When people blindly obey the command of Pat Robertson and James Dobson to flock to indoctrination from "The Passion," their exercising some kind of vox populi dollar-vote of their true feelings... but if they blindly trudge to the Academy Award winner.. then their sheep?
"The spectacle that will take place three weeks hence at Hollywood’s Kodak Theater has nothing to do with art and everything to do with ideology."
The same could be said, sir, of this and all other politically-motivated "film" columns like this one.
REVIEW: Boogeyman
As always, let's let it stand that a mild spoiler warning is in effect...
For whatever else may be wrong with it, "Boogeyman" has one of the best opening scenes I've witnessed in awhile. Expertly photographed, well-acted and scored, perfectly setting up the visual motifs that one generally expects from a film called "Boogeyman." It's one of those scenes that captures an "I've been there" childhood-experience moments, then beautifully transforms it into a large-scale "your worst nightmare" sequence; one of those scenes that any good spook story needs.
Unfortunately, the end of the beginning spells the beginning of the end of anything really cool or notable coming from "Boogeyman."
The story: Our 20-something hero has issues. They seem to stem from having had his father walk out on him, and (it's implied, then puzzlingly dropped) the resulting mental deterioration of his mother. It's not that simple, of course: Our hero, as a boy, insisted that his father didn't walk out... rather, he's sure that his father was really sucked into the closet by The Boogeyman. Despite an apparently lengthy run of therapy, this belief has left him traumatized to this day, and terrified of closet doors as a bonus. Advised that "spending the night" in his old, now-abandoned house will cure his ills (no, really, thats actually what happens,) he hunkers down for a night at the old homestead to "face his fears." No prizes for guessing that the house is plenty scary-looking enough without a Boogeyman present, or that suspicious locals and yes, even "the girl that got away" start turning up to propel the story.
I won't spoil the ending for you, but I don't think it counts as the same thing if I tell you something that most definately ISN'T the ending, (or, rather, the "answer.") I only bring it up because it's absence is sort of a pleasant surprise. Anyway, here goes: No one in the principal cast of "Boogeyman" ever turns out to actually be The Boogeyman in their previously-unknown schizophrenic alternate-personality. Remember when that sentence would seem like a given? But for the last few years, "the bad guy is really the good guy's eeeevil other-half" has become the go-to "gotcha" for sub-average thrillers, so I found it sort of a nice surprise that "Boogeyman" doesn't go for it even though it would easily "fit" the movie.
The flip side of the coin is, sadly, that "Boogeyman" doesn't really "go for" much of anything. It's well directed and moves at a fluid pace, and for awhile there it looks like we may actually be heading somewhere interesting; but instead it bogs itself down in a clunky "all hell breaks loose" finale that would be welcome if the film had bothered to give us more reason to care about what's going on and what it all means.
I was hoping that the film was going to highlight some of the "origins" behind the mythology of "Boogeymen," (it's generally thought that the term is a modern evolution of swamp creatures or "boggy-men" of old European folklore,) or at least create an interesting mythology of it's own, but sadly this is not the case: There's as little going on with The Boogeyman himself as there is with his titular film. The closest we get to a "big idea" in this case is that the movie seems to imply that The Boogeyman is not only "The Closet Monster" but also "The Monster Under the Bed" and "The Bathtub Drain Monster,"along with a few others I might have missed (he's also, apparently, "The Runs-Out-of-Ideas-and-Just-Runs-Up-The-Stairs-And-Decks-You Monster," but I'd never heard of that one before.)
This is one of those scary movies where at (or near) the finale, as surviving characters stand around gravely intoning "it's over...", it's only the audience that seems to think "it's over... except for how you explain all those missing people and property damage." For awhile, it looks like the film might even head into interesting psychological dimensions about fear and trauma, but in the end all we've got is a gussied-up monster movie, featuring really one of the most dull-looking "monsters" in a good while.
FINAL RATING: 4/10
For whatever else may be wrong with it, "Boogeyman" has one of the best opening scenes I've witnessed in awhile. Expertly photographed, well-acted and scored, perfectly setting up the visual motifs that one generally expects from a film called "Boogeyman." It's one of those scenes that captures an "I've been there" childhood-experience moments, then beautifully transforms it into a large-scale "your worst nightmare" sequence; one of those scenes that any good spook story needs.
Unfortunately, the end of the beginning spells the beginning of the end of anything really cool or notable coming from "Boogeyman."
The story: Our 20-something hero has issues. They seem to stem from having had his father walk out on him, and (it's implied, then puzzlingly dropped) the resulting mental deterioration of his mother. It's not that simple, of course: Our hero, as a boy, insisted that his father didn't walk out... rather, he's sure that his father was really sucked into the closet by The Boogeyman. Despite an apparently lengthy run of therapy, this belief has left him traumatized to this day, and terrified of closet doors as a bonus. Advised that "spending the night" in his old, now-abandoned house will cure his ills (no, really, thats actually what happens,) he hunkers down for a night at the old homestead to "face his fears." No prizes for guessing that the house is plenty scary-looking enough without a Boogeyman present, or that suspicious locals and yes, even "the girl that got away" start turning up to propel the story.
I won't spoil the ending for you, but I don't think it counts as the same thing if I tell you something that most definately ISN'T the ending, (or, rather, the "answer.") I only bring it up because it's absence is sort of a pleasant surprise. Anyway, here goes: No one in the principal cast of "Boogeyman" ever turns out to actually be The Boogeyman in their previously-unknown schizophrenic alternate-personality. Remember when that sentence would seem like a given? But for the last few years, "the bad guy is really the good guy's eeeevil other-half" has become the go-to "gotcha" for sub-average thrillers, so I found it sort of a nice surprise that "Boogeyman" doesn't go for it even though it would easily "fit" the movie.
The flip side of the coin is, sadly, that "Boogeyman" doesn't really "go for" much of anything. It's well directed and moves at a fluid pace, and for awhile there it looks like we may actually be heading somewhere interesting; but instead it bogs itself down in a clunky "all hell breaks loose" finale that would be welcome if the film had bothered to give us more reason to care about what's going on and what it all means.
I was hoping that the film was going to highlight some of the "origins" behind the mythology of "Boogeymen," (it's generally thought that the term is a modern evolution of swamp creatures or "boggy-men" of old European folklore,) or at least create an interesting mythology of it's own, but sadly this is not the case: There's as little going on with The Boogeyman himself as there is with his titular film. The closest we get to a "big idea" in this case is that the movie seems to imply that The Boogeyman is not only "The Closet Monster" but also "The Monster Under the Bed" and "The Bathtub Drain Monster,"along with a few others I might have missed (he's also, apparently, "The Runs-Out-of-Ideas-and-Just-Runs-Up-The-Stairs-And-Decks-You Monster," but I'd never heard of that one before.)
This is one of those scary movies where at (or near) the finale, as surviving characters stand around gravely intoning "it's over...", it's only the audience that seems to think "it's over... except for how you explain all those missing people and property damage." For awhile, it looks like the film might even head into interesting psychological dimensions about fear and trauma, but in the end all we've got is a gussied-up monster movie, featuring really one of the most dull-looking "monsters" in a good while.
FINAL RATING: 4/10
Friday, February 04, 2005
Evil Dead 4 gossip... again
There are certain "dream projects" that get talked up for so long that, eventually, even eternally optimistic film geeks start to get a little "tell me another one" about them. One such project, or rather, "prospect," is that of Sam Raimi reuniting with Bruce Campbell to make another "Evil Dead" movie. (prior installments: "Evil Dead," "Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn" and Army of Darkness.") It seems like not a week goes by that we don't get yet another report of director Raimi (currently working on his 3rd "Spider-Man" film) either confirming or denying plans to continue the franchise that made him famous.
First it was coming. Then it wasn't. Then ED's "Ash" (Bruce Campbell) was going to battle the leads in a "Freddy vs. Jason" follow-up. Then that was dead. Then ED4 was back on. Then it wasn't. At this point, I'm not believing that ED4 is coming until ten minutes after I finish watching it.
Sometime last month, a new wrinkle was added as millions of web-browsing fans were met with the kind of news that immediately screams "Nightmare Scenario" to geekdom: "Evil Dead remake planned!" Nothing puts a film geek's shields up like the (lately) all-too-frequent prospect of a "cult" classic of yesteryear getting a "new, hip, fresh" makeover for the masses. The wrinkle to the wrinkle, however, thrust the issue into an entirely different paradigm: It was Raimi himself, and ever-present collaborator Rob Tapert, who would produce the remake through his "Ghost House" productions label, (which became a major financial powerhouse in the horror-movie game after releasing "The Grudge.")
And now the third twist: "Bloody-Disgusting.com," who can be counted on to scoop pretty much everyone when it comes to horror movies, has offered up an early tease of a coming interview with Raimi...
http://www.bloody-disgusting.com/index.php?Show=3270&Template=newsfull
...wherein he seems to drop this tantalizing bombshell: "There will be an Evil Dead 4, and there will ALSO be an Evil Dead Remake."
Ooooo... kay?
"Aint-It-Cool-News' " leader Harry Knowles joined in with some rumor-mongering of his own...
http://www.aintitcool.com/display.cgi?id=19340
...floating the prospect that Raimi is seeking South Korean filmmaker Chan Wook Park to helm the remake.
So here's what I think is going on here:
In my estimate, Raimi and Tapert (assuming this is all true and not miscomunication of some kind) are trying to recreate for the "Evil Dead" franchise what occured for George Romero's zombie series when the "Dawn of the Dead" remake came out: The remake wasn't really quite so terrible as most fans (entirely logically) hoped it would be, it was a big hit with the public and it drew big money and interest toward Romero's "real" zombie follow-up, the in-production "Land of The Dead."
So what I'm guessing is that Raimi's "math" on this is reading as follows: "ED is still primarily a cult item, famous director or not. All the fans are going to go see it no matter what, but who knows who else will? So with a remake we can aim for a big 'no baggage' hit for Ghost House, and ED4 can only benefit from that as well." Good plan, if it works...
What makes me curious (and also cautiously cautious) about the idea of a remake is... as much as I love "Evil Dead", there really isn't that much there to "remake." It's a "look what we can do" indie horror opus, a showcase for early gore FX, Raimi's innovative directing style and Bruce Campbell's manic lead performance. All three of those elements, by design, won't be present in any remake, so what's left? A bunch of friends go to a cabin in the woods, read a book they shouldn't, bad stuff happens. In other words: There's seemingly limitless room for the right director, the right cast and the right FX team to have a good time and show their stuff, just as Raimi and company did in the first place.
And really, if remaking the first one is what it takes to finally get #4, fine. Do it.
First it was coming. Then it wasn't. Then ED's "Ash" (Bruce Campbell) was going to battle the leads in a "Freddy vs. Jason" follow-up. Then that was dead. Then ED4 was back on. Then it wasn't. At this point, I'm not believing that ED4 is coming until ten minutes after I finish watching it.
Sometime last month, a new wrinkle was added as millions of web-browsing fans were met with the kind of news that immediately screams "Nightmare Scenario" to geekdom: "Evil Dead remake planned!" Nothing puts a film geek's shields up like the (lately) all-too-frequent prospect of a "cult" classic of yesteryear getting a "new, hip, fresh" makeover for the masses. The wrinkle to the wrinkle, however, thrust the issue into an entirely different paradigm: It was Raimi himself, and ever-present collaborator Rob Tapert, who would produce the remake through his "Ghost House" productions label, (which became a major financial powerhouse in the horror-movie game after releasing "The Grudge.")
And now the third twist: "Bloody-Disgusting.com," who can be counted on to scoop pretty much everyone when it comes to horror movies, has offered up an early tease of a coming interview with Raimi...
http://www.bloody-disgusting.com/index.php?Show=3270&Template=newsfull
...wherein he seems to drop this tantalizing bombshell: "There will be an Evil Dead 4, and there will ALSO be an Evil Dead Remake."
Ooooo... kay?
"Aint-It-Cool-News' " leader Harry Knowles joined in with some rumor-mongering of his own...
http://www.aintitcool.com/display.cgi?id=19340
...floating the prospect that Raimi is seeking South Korean filmmaker Chan Wook Park to helm the remake.
So here's what I think is going on here:
In my estimate, Raimi and Tapert (assuming this is all true and not miscomunication of some kind) are trying to recreate for the "Evil Dead" franchise what occured for George Romero's zombie series when the "Dawn of the Dead" remake came out: The remake wasn't really quite so terrible as most fans (entirely logically) hoped it would be, it was a big hit with the public and it drew big money and interest toward Romero's "real" zombie follow-up, the in-production "Land of The Dead."
So what I'm guessing is that Raimi's "math" on this is reading as follows: "ED is still primarily a cult item, famous director or not. All the fans are going to go see it no matter what, but who knows who else will? So with a remake we can aim for a big 'no baggage' hit for Ghost House, and ED4 can only benefit from that as well." Good plan, if it works...
What makes me curious (and also cautiously cautious) about the idea of a remake is... as much as I love "Evil Dead", there really isn't that much there to "remake." It's a "look what we can do" indie horror opus, a showcase for early gore FX, Raimi's innovative directing style and Bruce Campbell's manic lead performance. All three of those elements, by design, won't be present in any remake, so what's left? A bunch of friends go to a cabin in the woods, read a book they shouldn't, bad stuff happens. In other words: There's seemingly limitless room for the right director, the right cast and the right FX team to have a good time and show their stuff, just as Raimi and company did in the first place.
And really, if remaking the first one is what it takes to finally get #4, fine. Do it.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Just a few thoughts...
...About tonight's "State of The Union." I won't be watching live (I'll catch the news reruns later,) partly because I've got stuff to do, and also because I want to be in a more evening-like, non-cynical mood to watch what promises to be the surreal spectacle of a U.S. President spending most of the rundown of American democracy's "state" instead talking about the state of the new Iraqi democracy. Also, really, watching Bush struggle through a speech without any comical mispeak is sort of like watching Clinton struggle through the same without any comical mistruth, it's just kinda hard for me to take live.
But, before I go out, just four thoughts I think we all need to keep in mind these days:
1.) Having voted for Bush does not make you "moral."
2.) Having voted for Kerry does not make you "intelligent."
3.) The "red states" are not "The Heartland of America"...
4.) ...anymore than the "blue states" are "The Brainland of America."
But, before I go out, just four thoughts I think we all need to keep in mind these days:
1.) Having voted for Bush does not make you "moral."
2.) Having voted for Kerry does not make you "intelligent."
3.) The "red states" are not "The Heartland of America"...
4.) ...anymore than the "blue states" are "The Brainland of America."
"BloodRayne" has a trailer
Uwe Boll's "Alone in The Dark" is actually faring even worse than his prior effort, "House of The Dead" at the box-office. Many are chalking it up to the fact that films based on video games are never all that good or successful, but I find that theory has a fatal flaw: Hardcore gaming aficionados aside, no one has heard of this franchise, much less knows that it's a video game. My take: Only one film in a genre can be ultra-successful at a time, and every who went to their local theater this past weekend seeking a poorly-made, cliche-ridden horror film chose "Hide & Seek" instead.
Normally, this kind of bad "luck" in a row would kill a filmmaker's career, or at least wound it, robbing me of the "pleasure" of watching more of Boll's exercises in finely-crafted Perfect Awfulness. "Fortunately," Boll is no ordinary bad filmmaker... his next game-based actioner, "BloodRayne," is mostly-done and heading our way soon enough. In fact, the Movie Gods have already blessed us with a teaser-trailer that has me positively giddy with anticipation.
Click to download here (or right-click and "Save Target As" for Windows/MSIE users)
http://media.cinema-post.de/BRay_TTeas.mpg
Based on yet another modestly-successful video game that no one was really aching to see turned into a film, "BloodRayne" is about a statuesque redhead vampiress who fights Nazis. Boll's film, on the other hand, takes place in the Middle Ages and purports to be an "origin story" for the heroine. Whatever. Kristanna Loken, (thats two n's and one k, as Google is no doubt sick of having to tell me,) the German model who you'll remember as "Terminator 3's" Terminatrix.
Me, I got my first look at her back in another video game-based arena, the defunct "Mortal Kombat" TV series. Now, after you watch that trailer and get a look at her in costume, take a look at her in costume from the TV show here:
http://kristannaforever.free.fr/photos/kristanna%20loken%20mortal%20kombat.jpg
Is it just me, or are the two "looks" just a little too similar?
"T3" I'm not so hot on, but it's made Loken a rising name, and as far as I'm concerned you can never have too many gorgeous models willing to squeeze into skimpy, fetishistic costumes for genre flicks. B-movie mainstays Michael Madsen and Michelle Rodriguez are fellow good guys, but the biggest (okay, 3rd biggest) reason to look forward to this is the simply inexplicable presence of Sir Ben Kingsley (no, seriously!) as the villian. I'm not kidding, he's in this, watch the trailer.
So if your like me, and you just can't get enough awful horror/action movies and/or girls in leather swinging swords at one another, this one could just be a dream come true...
P.S. MY dream involving Kristanna Loken, of course, already came true about a year back, when she made a new friend in pop singer Pink:
http://www.celebritympg.com/kloken/kristanna-loken-nude_009.jpg
(ignore the title, it's a clean link)
Normally, this kind of bad "luck" in a row would kill a filmmaker's career, or at least wound it, robbing me of the "pleasure" of watching more of Boll's exercises in finely-crafted Perfect Awfulness. "Fortunately," Boll is no ordinary bad filmmaker... his next game-based actioner, "BloodRayne," is mostly-done and heading our way soon enough. In fact, the Movie Gods have already blessed us with a teaser-trailer that has me positively giddy with anticipation.
Click to download here (or right-click and "Save Target As" for Windows/MSIE users)
http://media.cinema-post.de/BRay_TTeas.mpg
Based on yet another modestly-successful video game that no one was really aching to see turned into a film, "BloodRayne" is about a statuesque redhead vampiress who fights Nazis. Boll's film, on the other hand, takes place in the Middle Ages and purports to be an "origin story" for the heroine. Whatever. Kristanna Loken, (thats two n's and one k, as Google is no doubt sick of having to tell me,) the German model who you'll remember as "Terminator 3's" Terminatrix.
Me, I got my first look at her back in another video game-based arena, the defunct "Mortal Kombat" TV series. Now, after you watch that trailer and get a look at her in costume, take a look at her in costume from the TV show here:
http://kristannaforever.free.fr/photos/kristanna%20loken%20mortal%20kombat.jpg
Is it just me, or are the two "looks" just a little too similar?
"T3" I'm not so hot on, but it's made Loken a rising name, and as far as I'm concerned you can never have too many gorgeous models willing to squeeze into skimpy, fetishistic costumes for genre flicks. B-movie mainstays Michael Madsen and Michelle Rodriguez are fellow good guys, but the biggest (okay, 3rd biggest) reason to look forward to this is the simply inexplicable presence of Sir Ben Kingsley (no, seriously!) as the villian. I'm not kidding, he's in this, watch the trailer.
So if your like me, and you just can't get enough awful horror/action movies and/or girls in leather swinging swords at one another, this one could just be a dream come true...
P.S. MY dream involving Kristanna Loken, of course, already came true about a year back, when she made a new friend in pop singer Pink:
http://www.celebritympg.com/kloken/kristanna-loken-nude_009.jpg
(ignore the title, it's a clean link)
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