Monday, February 19, 2007
Ready to Kiss
1. Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger in "Brokeback Mountain"
2. Audrey Hepburn & George Peppard in "Breakfast at Tiffany's"
3. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie in "Mr and Mrs Smith"
4. Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh in "Gone With the Wind"
5. Sarah Michelle Gellar and Selma Blair in "Cruel Intentions"
6. Deborah Kerr and Burt Lancaster in "From Here to Eternity"
7. Al Pacino and John Cazale in "The Godfather"
8. Colin Firth and Renee Zellweger in "Bridget Jones' Diary"
9. Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst in "Spider-Man"
10. Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey in "Dirty Dancing".
Source: http://worldofwonder.net
Sunday, February 18, 2007
An enthusiastic "Zodiac" review
"David Fincher's Zodiac (Paramount, 3.2) is a knockout. I felt pleasantly drugged (like I'd taken an art-film quaalude) after seeing it. It's my idea of entertaining and then some -- it's absorbing, sharp, edge-of- the-seat stuff -- although it's not really "entertainment." Not in a hoi polloi, whoo-whoo, pass-the-popcorn sense. Which is why certain voices on the Paramount publicity team have been skittish about showing it.
What it is, most definitely, is a commercial art film of the highest order -- an existential police procedural about one of the most notorious "cold" investigations in U.S. history.
Zodiac is based on two best-sellers by Robert Graysmith, "Zodiac" and "Zodiac Unmasked: The Identity of America's Most Elusive Serial Killer Revealed," which are first-hand accounts about the hunt for the Zodiac killer who terrified the San Francisco area in 1968 and '69.
Is there such a thing as being too determined to stop evil? At what point do you ease up and say, "I've done all I can." Is it always essential to finish what you've started? Should never-say-die always be the motto, even at great personal cost?
The victims, in other words, aren't just the ones who get shot or stabbed or otherwise killed.
Zodiac isn't just about sleuthing. Deep down I think it's a metaphor piece about obsessions wherever you find them, and how the never-quit theme applies to heavily-driven creative types (novelists, painters, architects, musicians) as much as cops or cartoonists or stamp collectors or baseball-card traders.
It's the most masterly film of Fincher's career. He doesn't seem to be pushing or selling or manipulating anything here -- he's just got a good grip on the material, and is letting it play itself out according to its own rhyme.
All I know is that I couldn't get enough of it -- it ticks like a metronome and sucks you in without really delivering anything stand-out spectacular in the way of mind-blowing finales, pull-out-the-stops performances (which isn't to take anything away from the actors, who are damn near perfect) or shocking plot turns. It scores primarily by just being a great piece of filmmaking.
A critic friend is calling Zodiac's 3.2.07 release "the most ridiculous [call] for a major Hollywood film that I've ever observed -- certainly in our era where, in general, the first four or so months of the year are a dumping ground for crap."
I think that's the key to the film's extraordinary intelligence, and why Fincher jettisons nearly every stylistic device and post-modern inclination he's previously loved (I'm thinking especially of Fight Club, of course, but also Se7en, which this film will be endlessly compared and contrasted to...)
One small beef: Graysmith is a very strongly written guy with a lot of struggle and frustration inside -- the pressure on him just builds and builds. But in a script I read last year, Graysmith had a great "release" scene at the end when he delivers a spellbinding 12-page oratory that ties up all the loose ends about who and what Zodiac is and was. (I was reminded of Simon Oakland's this-is-what-actually- happened speech at the end of Psycho.)
This scene acted as a kind of climax, but Fincher hasn't used it. The finale -- the film itself -- would have been stronger if he had." -by Jeffrey Wells.
Read the full review in Hollywood-elsewhere.com
And a new "Zodiac" Video clip: ZODIAC - BOAR HOUSE,
courtesy by Jake Watch.
Lights, Bogeyman, Action
By DAVID M. HALBFINGER
NEW ORLEANS
DAVID FINCHER, impolitic as ever, is ridiculing the notes he’s been getting from the studio executives overseeing his latest film, “Zodiac.”
“‘It’s easy to get lost in all the details,” he intones, reading their critique of one scene from his laptop. “ ‘Are there any trims you could make here to cut down on the information and focus it even more’ ” on two main characters?
“I love this,” Mr. Fincher says, leaving no doubt as to his sarcasm. “It’s this weird shell game where they go, ‘Can you focus it more on the people by making it be less of them?’ And of course what it really gets down to is that they want me to audition their cuts to them.”
But he won’t. Instead, he says, “you just rope-a-dope.”
That same uncompromising attitude extended to his relationship with the cast, led by Mark Ruffalo, Robert Downey Jr. and Jake Gyllenhaal, who endured multiple takes of 70 shots and beyond. Mr. Downey affectionately called him a disciplinarian, while Mr. Gyllenhaal, saying that as a director he “paints with people,” added, “It’s tough to be a color.”
At 44, Mr. Fincher remains Hollywood’s reigning bad-boy auteur, and his impatience with meddling has become as famous as his tendency to test his actors’ patience, stamina and preparation. But not as famous as his films, the most celebrated among them “Se7en,” the 1995 thriller that grossed $350 million worldwide, and “Fight Club,” his over-the-top answer to young male anomie.
“People ask me, ‘When are you going to make your ‘Amarcord?’ ” Mr. Fincher added, with a little laugh at the comparison to Fellini’s autobiographical tour-de-force. For now, he said, “It’ll have to be ‘Zodiac.’ ”
For Jake Gyllenhaal, who stars in the movie as Mr. Graysmith, Mr. Fincher’s attentiveness was a mixed blessing.
Mr. Gyllenhaal said he came from a collaborative filmmaking family: “We share ideas, and we incorporate those ideas.” He added: “David knows what he wants, and he’s very clear about what he wants, and he’s very, very, very smart. But sometimes we’d do a lot of takes, and he’d turn, and he would say, because he had a computer there” — the movie was shot digitally — “ ‘Delete the last 10 takes.’ And as an actor that’s very hard to hear.”
Mr. Gyllenhaal, 26, partly blamed culture shock; he’d just finished “Jarhead” for Sam Mendes, who gave him a much freer rein. Mr. Gyllenhaal stressed that he admired and liked Mr. Fincher personally. And he noted that other members of the “Zodiac” cast had far more experience, adding: “I wish I could’ve had the maturity to be like: ‘I know what he wants. He wants the best out of me.’”
That said, Mr. Gyllenhaal spoke candidly about his frustration with Mr. Fincher’s degree of control over his performance.
Told of Mr. Gyllenhaal’s comments, Mr. Fincher half-jokingly said, “I hate earnestness in performance,” adding, “Usually by Take 17 the earnestness is gone.” But half-joking aside, he said that collaboration “has to come from a place of deep knowledge.” While he had no objections to having fun, he said, “When you go to your job, is it supposed to be fun, or are you supposed to get stuff done?”
He later called back and said he “adored the cast” of “Zodiac” and felt “lucky to have them all,” but was “totally shocked” by Mr. Gyllenhaal’s remark about reshoots.
Robert Downey Jr., impeccably cast as a crime reporter driven to drink, drugs and dissolution, called Mr. Fincher a disciplinarian and agreed that, as is often said, “he’s always the smartest guy in the room.”
Mr. Ruffalo too survived some 70-take shots. He said Mr. Fincher was equally demanding of everyone — executives, actors, himself. “He knows he’s taking a stab at eternity,” Mr. Ruffalo said.”
Read the full article in www.Nytimes.com/
Saturday, February 17, 2007
I Became a Blogcritic
But I don't want to say definitely goodbye to those days (and nights) of pretentious wannabe reviewer, that was fun! Basically, the article stays in essence as the original, but I had to add a more personal insight, and crop out a little of the "Nocturnal Portrait of the femme fatale" extracts.
The added part: "This article sheds some light on an overlooked figure, perhaps the most memorable icon from the noir genre, the femme fatale, whose route of greed and moral breakage is so well captured by Nora Zehetner's performance, the upper-crust high-school doll, exploiter, master of astuteness, who tries to gain the teen shamus' heart at any cost, forcing him in a casual way to turn his back on Emily's (Brendan's junkie "Dulcinea") memoirs, wishing for one moment she had been Miss Kostich, the angelical doomed girlfriend she won't ever be, whom Brendan will likely continue to yearn for ad infinitum.
Both antagonist female characters, Emily and Laura, confront Brendan in the same scenario, the football field, in a perceptible transposition by Rian Johnson of the angel/sinner figures, in a twist of male-centric climax. The suburbanite Johnson proves the new millenium loner is just the same as the gallery of Chandlerian/Hammettian antiheroes — they are saved from the downfall of the peons around them, they somehow escape the matriarchy, hiding in the return journey a broken heart."
"Spiderman 3" Teaser
Academy Awards for outstanding film achievements of 2006 will be presented on Sunday, February 25, 2007, at the Kodak Theatre at Hollywood & Highland Center®.
The Oscars® will be televised live by the ABC Television Network at 5 p.m. PST (8 p.m. EST), beginning with a half-hour red carpet arrivals segment, “The Road to the Oscars.”
Source: www.Oscars.org
Here you will be able to watch a a short video advancing the third installment of "Spiderman" saga, courtesy of "Antiegos" Blog.
THE LONG PUSH
Note: for questions of time and structuring text pasted into the blog I've selected the highlights scenes, if someone was interested contact the author, Jason's e-mail: lost2@easystreet.com, and he'll send the interested readers a copy from the full novella, a real "Piper-Heidsieck" of detective tale, smart as a whip:
"The Long Push" by Jason Ferté.
Based on characters created by Rian Johnson
Copyright 2007 © Jason Ferté
1. FADE IN:
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD – EARLY MORNING
A big empty field behind a high school.
Mostly empty -BRENDAN FRYE stands stiff as a board in the middle of the field, staring down at the body of a young man. His shell-shocked eyes take in: A GUN Lying a few feet from the body.
EYEGLASSES
With fat glass slabs for lenses sticking out from the dead face, vacant eyes staring at nothing. A red-rimmed hole shows starkly on the young man’s temple.
TITLE CARD OVER BLACK: “2 DAYS PREVIOUS”
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET – DAY
A mail box. Quick hands open the mail box, toss something in and close it. A lone figure trudges down the street to the mail box, opens it. A something falls out. Brendan catches the something – a black rubber ball. He looks up and down the street, looks at the ball: a small hole is drilled through it. He closes the mail box, stuffs the ball in his pocket and walks on.
EXT. SUBURBAN HOUSE – DAY
Brendan knocks on the front door. A young girl opens it, she’s eating toast and has jam all over her face.
BRENDAN
Hi, Sidney. Is your brother home?
The girl opens her mouth and shows him more jam and toast. Brendan brushes past her.
INT. THE BRAIN’S BEDROOM
Brendan knocks and opens the door and walks in, he flicks the light switch.
BRENDAN
Brain—?
9. BRENDAN
Uh, yeah sure, Brain. I thought you might know about—
THE BRAIN (screaming)
JUST DROP IT AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!
Brendan drops the phone like it’s lava. He picks it back up: dial tone.
LATER
7:19 by the clock. Brendan paces. It’s a small room, back and forth.
LATER
9:27. Brendan lies on top of his bed fully clothed, staring at the clock. His eyes smolder – suddenly he’s up from the bed and grabbing his jacket and bolts from the room.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET – NIGHT
Brendan lies stretched out on his stomach, chin cradled on the back of his hands, under a pickup truck parked across the street one house down from the Brain’s house. He yawns. The Brain’s house is completely dark. Brendan twists his wrist to see the time on his watch: 12:45.
A rat darts out from under a shrub across the street, Brendan watches it run up the block and scurry behind a garbage can left out on the curb. The Brain’s garage door swings open and the rat takes off. Brendan peers intently.
A darkened sedan backs out of the garage and stops and a tall figure, a man, gets out on the driver’s side – when the map light clicks on Brendan can see someone slumped in the passenger seat, he can just make out the top of their head but not who it is. The tall man swings the garage door shut and climbs back behind the wheel, the map light clicks off.
The sedan backs into the street in front of the pickup, its backup lights illuminate Brendan like a spotlight. Brendan holds his breath. The brake lights come on and paint him deep red, the sedan’s gearbox thumps and the dark car glides forward. Brendan watches as the sedan approaches the cross street, its headlights finally coming on and its right blinker flashing like a neon sign.
11. EXT. NEXT BACKYARD
Brendan dances along the side rail of a deck, jumps down.
EXT. FEEDER STREET
Brendan slides down a weedy slope to the unfinished edge of a curvy four-lane feeder street, the headlights of an oncoming car pinning him as he looks to: THE NEXT INTERSECTION
It’s signal-lighted – and the signal changes and the sedan pulls out to turn but in the opposite direction from Brendan.
The oncoming car passes Brendan and he races across the first two lanes to the raised meridian, keeping the sedan in sight. He glances over his shoulder – and headlights coming from the other direction blind him, he tries to stop but his momentum carries him into the lane, he raises his arms and skids – KA-THUMP!
BLACKNESS
Brendan opens his eyes: he’s lying on his back in the street, a coming-into-focus and frantic woman is running up to him from the car stopped just ahead. Brendan has only been out a few seconds. His glasses lie next to him, twisted and one lens popped out, he grabs them. He stands and immediately drops to one knee, clutching his left arm and grimacing in pain. The frantic woman helps him up, her mouth moves but he can’t hear her. He raises his glasses to his face and looks up the street: It’s empty, the sedan is gone.
Brendan pushes the woman away and staggers across the last lane and breaks into a gimpy jog. Cars drive silently by. Brendan reaches an unlighted side street. He stops, bent over and sucking wind, he looks up the side street, glances back up the feeder street – and a big truck blows by him at full volume. He tumbles over and lands on his hurt arm and screams. He rolls onto his knees, gets one foot up, the other foot and he’s standing and gulping big mouthfuls of air. He turns and trudges up the side street.
EXT. SIDE STREET
The side street is steep and curves off and the houses are set back from it. Brendan struggles along, past hedges and low brick and stucco boundary walls. He peers up driveways, not seeing the sedan.
12.
Brendan trips on a curb, catches himself on a mailbox pillar, a name in iron scrollwork with a little decorative rocket ship blasting off above it: “THE BRAMISH’S”.
Brendan glances up the circular driveway, the backend of a car shows at the bend. He hikes up the driveway, more of the car is revealed – it’s the sedan. Brendan approaches it slowly, he scopes out the house: all quiet, a far portico with a light left on. He reaches the sedan and cups his hands and looks in the passenger window but the car is empty. He straightens, sees a figure coming up behind him reflected in the window and turns – THWACK! BLACKNESS
EXT. BRENDAN’S HOUSE – EARLY MORNING
Brendan opens his eyes: daylight, birds are singing. He sits up in his own front yard, his jacket and jeans are soaked with dew. The paperboy rides by on his bike and tosses a newspaper onto the porch. Brendan fingers his lip, it’s split but scabbed over, he moves his left arm and nearly screams, sucks in air through his teeth. He gets stiffly to his feet cradling his arm.
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD – EARLY MORNING
Brendan walks along the edge of the field, he looks over at something lying in the middle of the field. He stops, stares at it. Brendan walks up to the Brain’s body. He takes in: THE GUN A small automatic, lying a few feet from the body.
THE BRAIN’S EYEGLASSES
Black plastic frames sticking up at an angle and looking like a tarantula crawling over the Brain’s dead face, vacant eyes staring
at nothing. A red-rimmed hole shows starkly on the Brain’s temple. This is almost too much for Brendan, his face contorts and tears well up in his eyes and he hyperventilates. After a moment he gets himself back under control, breathes deep. He stares at his friend, his eyes glimmer wetly then focus in, he makes a decision: Brendan picks up the gun and wipes it clean, sets it back down. He turns and stares at the school’s various buildings like they’re alien structures.
20.
She writes her phone number on his cast. JODI (cont’d)
When you’re better, and you can take me to coffee. And pie. (waves) Bye. She leaves.
Brendan smiles a quick small smile but it fades just as quickly.
INT. BRENDAN’S BEDROOM – DAY
Brendan slowly dresses, putting his casted arm carefully through the sleeve of a dark suit jacket. His face is still discolored and with a couple bandages stuck to it. The rubber ball sits on his desk half-covered by random paper.
EXT. CEMETERY – DAY [...]
36. BRENDAN
Okay. (turns to go, turns back) Thanks.
Steve smiles at him. Brendan smiles back sheepishly, he turns and walks down the driveway, angles into the street, walks on. His hands shake uncontrollably, he stuffs them in his pockets.
INT. BRENDAN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Brendan – still shaking, an all-over shake now – strips off his jacket and heels off his shoes and crawls into bed. He pulls the blanket up to his chin, closes his eyes.
BLACKNESS
Jodi moves towards us out of the blackness, a sly smile painting her lips. She beckons and we follow her back into the blackness, it swirls around us and we see: A SCHOOL HALLWAY
Students stare at us accusingly as we glide past, Jodi blithely leading us on. The Brain steps up and speaks, his voice is out of sync with his mouth.
THE BRAIN
This isn’t for you—
Sidney pokes her head out from behind the Brain, that accusing stare again. We glide on, Nelly turns her back on us, Trueman shakes his head at us. At the end of the hallway we come to:
A WALL OF RED VELVET
Jodi, still smiling, leads us into the crushing redness, the red swirls to purple and Jodi looks back at us but it’s not Jodi it’s Laura and we’re at: THE FOOTBALL FIELD
It’s early morning and Laura is walking away from us. We look down at: A BABY
It’s wrapped in a blanket at our feet. We look up again at: STEVE
Standing beside us, smiling at the baby, he smiles at us.
48. BRENDAN
You know it.
JODI
I do, a bit... I remember who you had eyes for, heard you were together. For a time.
He struggles for something to say here but he’s too slow.
JODI (cont’d) When she... died, were you still in love with her?
Images flip through Brendan’s head: EMILY Smiling in the sun;
EMILY AND BRENDAN Together in a laughing embrace; EMILY Dead
in the stream in front of the runoff tunnel, water swirling through her hair.
BRENDAN
Yes.
JODI
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that—
BRENDAN
It’s alright.
JODI
I’m so stupid sometimes, I don’t think about—
BRENDAN (grabs her hand)
Hey. You’re not stupid. It’s alright, really. I loved her, but we weren’t... together, at the end.
(she looks a question at him) She wanted something else.
JODI
I find that hard to believe.
(IT WILL CONTINUE...)
From Drew's arms to Kirsten's?
"Is This It?" The Strokes Album
"Moretti, 26, and Barrymore, 32, split last month after nearly five years together, and a source tells Us Weekly the Strokes drummer wants a reconciliation.
According to the publication, Moretti was overheard talking about the actress at Los Angeles' Chateau Marmont hotel, saying he "would do anything to get her back."
The Strokes drummer Fabrizio Moretti reportedly has been left devastated by his break-up with Drew Barrymore and is desperate to win her back.
Moretti has recently been romantically linked with "Spider-Man" star Kirsten Dunst."
Source: Sfgate.com
"Our review of the Arcade Fire's first sold-out show at Judson Memorial Church last night is brief: [...] And then we realized who he was: Fabrizio Moretti. And we noticed a cute blonde in a hoodie next to him: Kirsten Dunst.
Now, we're not saying that we saw them engage in any couple-y behavior. They were clearly there together. Maybe they're just friends. But we couldn't think of a situation in which their social circles might overlap, unless it involves that Strokes song that was on the Marie Antoinette trailer. All we're saying is that we saw them together and we thought it was odd, and that we cursed Kirsten Dunst for ruining our game." —Jada Yuan.
Source: http://Nymag.com/daily