Monthly Archives: January 2007

George Hickenlooper on Sienna Miller

January 31, 2007InterviewsBrent

The Oscar campaign for Sienna Miller’s lead turn as doomed
socialite and Andy Warhol gal-pal Edie Sedgwick in the Weinstein
Company’s Factory Girl never really gained traction, but the
film is finally seeing its overdue release this week, and cast and crew
alike are out in full support of it, hoping to catch some gulf-stream
momentum amongst the elite film press out there already tired of
talking about the Dreamgirls Oscar non-nominations.
I’ll have much more on the movie in the coming days, but thought it
would be interesting to kick things off with director George
Hickenlooper’s thoughts on his paparazzi-hounded star (below). To wit:

Paul Giamatti or Brian Posehn, depending on the budget. “It was Natalie Portman, Kate Hudson, the whole shebang. Brittany Murphy gave an insane audition, which was amazing. Selma Blair gave an amazing audition. Lots of great actresses gave auditions. Then (producer) Holly Wiersma called me from the Venice Film Festival, and said she had this great actress, Sienna Miller, who just finished Casanova with Lasse Hallstrom. A couple months later I’m in a casting meeting at Endeavor, my agency, and come across this headshot of this blonde girl with this slightly insouciant, sardonic smile. I’m thinking, ‘Wow, it’s a young Julie Christie.’ I look on the back, and it’s Sienna Miller. I hadn’t seen anything she’d done, so I got a tape of Keen Eddie, and I thought it was OK. It didn’t really blow me away. But something about her headshot struck a chord with me. I kept thinking about her. And then her name came up a couple weeks again, she was flying into town. I said, ‘Let’s audition her.’ So the audition was at 3 o’clock, and I had to catch a plane at six. Three o’clock rolls around, then 4 o’clock, and I’m thinking, ‘Where is this Sienna Miller, where the hell is she?’ So I get on the phone to try to find her, I’m furious… and then literally, right as I’m about to walk out, Sienna walks in and is like, ‘Ohmigod, I’m so sorry, my towncar got lost, and I just flew in from London…'”

“And, I mean, people are always apologetic, but I was just completely blown away by her discombobulated, self-effacing manner. It was explosively charismatic, and it took my breath away. You have that experience with some women that you meet, but it wasn’t a sexual thing at all. The energy was just very powerful. …And she just read off the page, and I was startled by how good of an audition it was. I felt like Edie Sedgwick, or at least my perception of her, was being channeled from some other world. …So as I was sitting in the plane on the taxiway I got on my phone — even after they’d said to shut off your cell phone — and called Holly and said, ‘I want Sienna, she’s the one.’ So that’s how it happened. It had nothing to do with anything else other than her audition.”

Happy Birthday, Kelly Lynch

January 31, 2007BirthdaysBrent

As a stake is driven through yet another month, it’s a happy birthday shout-out to Kelly Lynch, who turns 48 today. Kelly, who can forget your sterling supporting turn in Roadhouse? Certainly not me…

On The Boy Who Cried Bitch

January 31, 2007Trailer WatchBrent

Great title, The Boy Who Cried Bitch, but the awful trailer (which is to say full scene) for Matthew Levin’s indie film seems to reveal it as a self-serious, dubiously written and acted squandering of the moniker. For those unbowed and on the left coast, however, the film’s Los Angeles engagement will begin on February 16 at Laemmle’s Sunset 5 in West Hollywood.

Miss Potter

January 30, 2007Film ReviewsBrent

Miss Potter star Renée Zellweger might have helped drag her modest, turn-of-the-century biopic to wider commendation.
However, Helen Mirren’s towering turn as Elizabeth I in the HBO film of the same name and as Elizabeth II in The Queen
effectively
cornered the 2006 market on real-life British figures, sucking the
awards circuit oxygen out of the room.

Miss Potter, then, remains a story of bucolic idyll — a dainty-literary piece in the mold of Finding Neverland, but one with no profound or stirring rumination on imagination, or loss, or any of the other themes that the movie putatively touches upon. For the full review, from FilmStew, click here.

Happy Birthday, Gene Hackman

January 30, 2007BirthdaysBrent

It’s a happy birthday to Gene Hackman, who turns frickin’ 77 years old today, and will probably celebrate by punching out some motorist who steps to him. Your phlegmy turn in the underrated Heartbreakers (yeah, I said it…) is a thing of beauty, Gene, and though I know you’re probably busy penning another novel, please don’t fully disconnect your phone. We need something to wash the taste of Welcome to Mooseport out of our mouths.

On Cell Phone Insert Shots

January 30, 2007Irritations, MusingsBrent

So I caught Catch and Release for review last week, and it triggered another big screen irritation with insert shots for the lowest common denominator. A week after his death, after she’s already discovered a secret bank account with a hefty balance, there’s a point in the film where Jennifer Garner’s bereaved Gray comes across her deceased fiancé’s cell phone, and further cements the discovery that she didn’t know quite everything
she thought she did about him. Someone was calling late at night, you see; “10 missed calls,” reads the cell phone.

So eventually (which is to say, the next scene, the following day) Gray has to try to call this person back. We see her fiddling with the established cell phone, obviously to pull up the number to call. She then dials from her office phone. Instead of conveying this with one shot, though, director Susannah Grant gives us another look at “10 missed calls,” with Gray scrolling to the number. Why 10? Well, so there’s a full screen of the same number, of course, so there’s no possible confusion about what’s going on, even though the answering machine message that Gray reaches on the other end matches the voice of the messages she’s already listened to on her fiancé’s phone. Thanks Hollywood, thanks a lot. What a money shot. If you’re not engaged enough in the movie to pick up on and follow a simple detail like this, you’re an idiot. And don’t tell me this was for the technology-impaired, over-60 set. Is that Catch and Release‘s core audience?

Lynch Hits London, Inland Empire Bows in Santa Cruz

January 30, 2007Ephemera, ScreeningsBrent

₤19.75. For directions and more information, from the National Film Theatre site, click here. For a chance to actually enter to win tickets to the Lynch interview, click here.

For those Stateside and on the left coast, meanwhile — more specifically, the Bay area — Inland Empire will bow in Santa Cruz on Friday, February 9 at the beautiful Del Mar Theatre, alongside a newly restored print of 1964’s Beckett, starring Peter O’Toole and Richard Burton. For directions and more information, click here.

Killer of Sheep Set for Theatrical Release

January 30, 2007Ephemera, Old Made NewBrent

It’s great news for cinephiles, as after more than six years of toiling, Charles Burnett’s fantastic Killer of Sheep will enjoy its first-ever proper theatrical distribution this spring, from Milestone Films. One of the more acclaimed and influential movies by an African-American filmmaker, Killer of Sheep
was one of the first 50 films to be selected for the Library of Congress’
National Film Registry, and was chosen by the National Society of Film Critics
as one of its 100 Essential Films. But, chiefly due to music licensing problems and rights issues, the
film has very rarely been publically screened, and then only typically in film school settings and occasional retrospective presentations.

On occasion of the movie’s 30th anniversary, Milestone cleared all the rights, and will
present the UCLA Film & Television Archive’s dazzling 35mm restoration of
this landmark film. Killer of Sheep will first screen at the
2007 Berlin Film Festival, and then premiere in New York at the IFC Center on March 30, and in Los
Angeles at the Nuart Theatre on April 6. Set in Watts in the mid-1970s, the movie centers on a sensitive, blue-collar dreamer (Henry Gayle Sanders) haunted by his work at a slaughterhouse, and his struggles to keep his family together, and keep from becoming detached and numb. For more information, click here.

The Apartment Christens Billy Wilder Theater

January 30, 2007ScreeningsBrent

For those in the Los Angeles area, Billy Wilder and I.A.L. Diamond’s Oscar-winning The Apartment will open the UCLA Film & Television Archive’s new Billy Wilder Theater on Friday, February 9 at 7:30 p.m. Appearing in person for a post-screening chat will be Shirley MacLaine, Audrey L. Wilder and Curtis Hanson. Some Like It Hot, meanwhile, will screen the following evening. For the full calendar of upcoming events, click here.

Boynton Beach Club

January 30, 2007Blu-ray/DVD ReviewsBrent

The result is last year’s quietly released adult rom-com Boynton Beach Club, a
middling movie about the amazing capacity of the human heart to rebound and fall in love at any
age.

Recently widowed Marilyn (Vaccaro), still reeling
over the sudden passing of her husband, finds an unexpected new circle of friends
when she accepts an invitation to join the titular bereavement group.
While not ready to embark on a relationship herself, she is amused to realize
that so many of her contemporaries are actively looking for love. Lois (Cannon) is being courted by a
younger man (Nouri), while Harry (Bologna) tries Internet dating
and encourages his friend Jack (Cariou) to pursue a romance with the
mysterious Sandy (Kellerman). Through all sorts of ups and downs, these adults rage — individually and collectively — against the autumn of their years.

Boynton Beach Club posits that “60 is the new 40,” though this is more a product of fanciful language than realistic depiction. That the movie is able to wring occasional laughs from its set-ups is a testament to both some of its cast — Cariou and Bologna are in particular quite nice — but also its bawdiness, its refusal to conform to staid expectations regarding the niceties of language, body image and the like. Writer-director Eric Schaeffer tried this in 2001’s Never Again, with Jeffrey Tambor and Jill Clayburgh, which fitfully achieved patches of interest, and Boynton Beach Club goes down much more smoothly, if not quite as, ahem, memorably. So that’s a good thing, actually, but also a bit indifferent. Cannon is serviceable, much more sympathetic than I remember seeing her before, but I didn’t have much use for Kellerman, alas. It’s the aforementioned men that strike one as most interesting, surprising for a film with so much estrogen coursing through its veins.

Presented in 1.85:1 anamorphic widescreen that preserves the aspect ratio of its original (however limited) theatrical exhibition, Boynton Beach Club comes with a 5.1 Dolby digital English language track, and optional English subtitles. The transfer is relatively nice, and free of digital artifacting and, for the most part, grain. Seidelman also sits for a feature-length audio commentary track, the disc’s sole supplemental feauture. Therein, she discusses her own mother’s grappling with aging, and what she thinks it foretells for her, as well as all manner of production anecdote, sprinkled liberally along with much genial backslapping and congratulations for the cast. C (Movie) C+ (Disc)

Happy Birthday, Heather Graham

January 30, 2007BirthdaysBrent

Brad Pitt: “Strippers Changed My Life”

January 30, 2007Amusements, Ephemera, InterviewsBrent

I somehow neglected to mention this delicious morsel when previously recapping David Ansen and Sean Smith’s Oscar roundtable, from what is now last week’s Newsweek.

The obligatory “early jobs” question gives way to this response from Brad Pitt: “I had a job driving strippers around… my job was to drive them to bachelor parties and things. I’d pick them up, and at the gig I’d collect the money, play the bad Prince tapes and catch the girls’ clothes. It was not a wholesome atmosphere, and it got very depressing. After two months I went in to quit, and the guy said, ‘Listen, I’ve got this one last gig tonight.’ So I did it, and this girl — I’d never met her before — was in an acting class taught by a man named Roy London [a famous acting coach]. I went and checked it out, and it really set me on the path to where I am now.”

Ahh, yet another reason to love Pitt: his disarming penchant for candor, even as the most paparazzi-hounded star on the planet. For the rest of the full, lively conversation — which also includes Cate Blanchett, Forest Whitaker, Penelope Cruz, Helen Mirren and Leonardo DiCaprio — click here.

Metal’s Darkside II

January 30, 2007Blu-ray/DVD ReviewsBrent

That former porn star, wrestling show producer and (apparently) metal enthusiast Jasmin St. Claire “hosts” this disc is its main claim to fame, but even that shouldn’t be enough to inspire a rental or purchase from anyone but the most hardcore metal devotee with an Andrew Jackson burning a hole in his or her wallet, and absolutely no proximity to a Taco Bell.

The disc’s subtitle, if you will, is “The Deeply Disturbed,” and that appropriately describes the feeling one will likely have after subjecting themselves to the screeching, screaming, posing and derisible pontificating of this roster of rightfully undiscovered and unacclaimed bands. The track listing is as follows: an interview with Paul Romanko and Brian Fair, of Shadows Fall (not to be confused with Darkness Falls); an interview with Terrance Hobbs and Frank Mullen of Suffocation, followed by the music video for their song “Surgery of Impalement”; an interview with Rick Hunolt and Gary Holt of Exodus, followed by the music video for “War Is My Shepherd”; an interview with members of Deconstruct, followed by live footage of a performance of “Deeper Down”; an interview with The Black Dahlia Murder’s Trevor Strand and Brian Eschbach; and an interview with Arch Enemy’s Sharlee D’Angelo.

The cachet, I suppose, comes from the scope of the material, which spans from backstage at the Key Club in Los Angeles to the NAMM Music Conference and a small roster of other summer music festivals. Unfortunately, though, the mix of back-slapping biographical chat and balls-to-the-wall tunage is an awkward one, and at a scant 70-plus minutes, makes for a disc that’s irritating on several levels. Naturally, despite her enthusiasm, St. Claire isn’t necessarily the most discerning interviewer. Despite a few bonus videos — Fight Paris’ “Complete Heat” and Firewind’s “Tyranny” — I found this a big waste of time. Lots of “rawk” signs are flashed, though. And before you write me any hate mail, angry linked readers, just go back to Blackmetal.com already, will you? D- (Concert) C (Disc)

Little Miss Sunshine: “We Can’t Handle the Truth”

January 30, 2007Ephemera, MusingsBrent

Oscarwatch.com’s Sasha Stone pretty much nails part of the main reason for Little Miss Sunshine‘s popular groundswell of support when she points out the film’s rootedness in idealism in these turbulent times, and its contrast in this manner to the rest of the nominees. Still, while I’d agree with her analysis in respect to the film’s nomination, I’m not yet officially 100% sure this can be extended to a hypothesis that foretells a victory. Best Picture Oscar winners whose directors aren’t at least same-nominated for Academy Awards are few and far between.

But again, Little Miss Sunshine carries the impression of weight or substance, and it’s all pitched in such a heightened fashion as to make audiences feel both that their lives aren’t quite as screwy and/or depressing, and that there’s a profundity at its core. This is why many folks who don’t typically bite on traditional comedies really like the movie. And Fox Searchlight has run a very smart, shrewd awards campaign. So in the end it doesn’t matter that the seams of its story show, or that the characters are willfully colorful responses to the
sort of stale, cardboard characters we see in many broadly pitched,
mainstream comedies — atypical, therefore, but just as flatly
two-dimensional and in blind service to the contrivances of plot as
their less original contemporaries. No, Little Miss Sunshine is beloved because we all want to believe in goodness. It would be interesting to ponder the film’s reception, though, in a parallel universe in which the disasterous quagmire of the Iraq War didn’t exist.

Smokin’ Aces

January 26, 2007Film ReviewsBrent

Smokin’ Aces, which melds Tarantino’s penchant for
chatty-cool characters to the sort of stylized mayhem and balletic
action that keeps the Squib Manufacturers of America quite happy. For the full review, from FilmStew, click here.

Lynch Gives a “Wootch”

January 26, 2007EphemeraBrent

David Lynch is flitting to and fro in support of his latest film, Inland Empire, and while this brief interview from AVClub.com, mostly full of general query softballs, doesn’t offer much in the way of new material, it does proffer the proper pronunciation (according to Lynch) of the city of Lodz, Poland, as well as his thoughts on both transcendental meditation and sound design. For the straight Q&A, click here.

On The Amateurs, Now Moguls

January 26, 2007Ephemera, Film Reviews, MusingsBrent

For several years, when I was editor-in-chief at the Los Angeles paper Entertainment Today, the venerable Brad Schreiber covered the Palm Springs International Film Festival for us in his bi-weekly column, Development Hell, and did a slam-bang job, it’s worth mentioning.

Two
hours from the city, the Palm Springs Festival has earned its international status by way of including the majority of films
offered up for nomination for the Best Foreign Film Oscar at the Academy Awards. This year’s festival, its 18th incarnation, screened 254 films from 74 countries, and offered plenty of star-gazing into the clear, desert night sky, as well as at its
annual awards gala, where honorees included Sydney Pollack, Kate Winslet, Todd Field, Cate Blanchett, composer Philip Glass and Babel director Alejandro
Gonzalez Inarritu.

Schreiber caught over 30 films, but it was his thoughts on writer-director Michael Traeger’s The Amateurs, which has since been retitled The Moguls, that caught my eye. This film has had its own hellish post-development track, well chronicled, but this was my first run-in with someone who’d seen it firsthand, in completed form. To wit, Schreiber’s review, redacted below:

“Perhaps
it is not surprising that the release of The Amateurs has been long in
the making. It is, after all, a sweet comedy about pornography and its premise
is enough to melt the synapses of your average filmgoer. To be honest, we in
America have a strong puritanical streak, despite the accessibility of adult
entertainment and its remunerative power.

It
is just that financial lure that guides loveable loser Andy Sargentee (Jeff
Bridges) to hit upon the idea of gathering a group of friends in the bucolic
town of Butterfield Faces to make a blue movie and cash in. Andy’s ex Thelma
(Jeanne Tripplehorn) bears his lack of money, discipline and goals, even when he
shows up to give their son a basketball, one that Andy pretends, unsuccessfully,
is signed by Michael Jordan.

Andy is
good-natured. But he just seems incapable of doing anything. He brings in on his
scheme his closeted gay friend Moose (Ted Danson), nerdy locals Barney
Macklehatton (Tim Blake Nelson) and Otis (William Fichtner), who claims he just
wants to watch, and thus, is made an executive producer. There’s lovelorn Helen Tatelbaum (Glenne Headley),
cinematographer Emmett (Patrick Fugit) and Some Idiot (Joe Pantoliano) who is
writing the script, such as it is. “Hollywood has a lot of people like me,” he
trumpets, “who are multi-gifted.”

The
wrong vernacular is the least of their troubles. Learning it is not enough to
simply get a group to pony up $2,000 apiece, Andy has to entice two girls
working at a fast food restaurant and then a few black guys who he assumes are
well-endowed. This reverse-racism results in a shockingly funny argument in a
café and The Amateurs, written and directed by Michael Traeger, certainly
has its charms in portraying the doltish production of a porn flick into goofy
fun, rather than a seamy indictment of society’s underbelly. Pantoliano is
hilarious in his conviction as a great screenwriter and artist and sad sack
Bridges is priceless when reading aloud narrative like, “Boris gives it to
Bianca in the butt as she defuses the bomb.”

The
film is not without its moments best left on a cutting room floor, including a
final product that looks a lot better than it would have, based on the group’s
ineptitude. Talented performers like Headley and Lauren Graham are
underutilized. And there’s a feel-good ending that pushes our acceptance of this
whole porno-as-empowerment premise. But Bridges, as always, is an actor who
provides not only believability but a cohesiveness. He struggles to put into
words his benevolence when he tells his collaborators, earnestly, touchingly, “I’ll give anything if someone can get some destiny from this.” And there is
something very desirable about wholesome, smalltown folks who refuse to see
anything wrong with filming sex in their local Softy Freeze.”

For more of Schreiber’s writing, check out his site, A Critical Moment, by clicking here.

The Scars of Oscars

January 26, 2007Ephemera, MusingsBrent

Nikki Finke’s piece in L.A. Weekly, “The Scars of Oscars,” correctly assays that Hollywood is agenda driven, and awards circuit voting is as often about the demerits of certain films as all the positive aspects, but I’m not sure that it correctly pinpoints the reason for Dreamgirls‘ demise, if that can be said of a film with eight Oscar nominations.

Finke blames things on Hollywood jealousy of producer David Geffen, and reasons, “Individually, none of the Oscar voters would dare take on David. But there’s safety in numbers, so they figure, what the hell.” I’m not buying. I think it was simply a case of that film being outpaced in the home stretch. Babel had multi-culti support, and could be both a sociopolitical statement as much as an artistic one, at least in the minds of voters. Widely embraced by both critics groups and audiences predisposed to respectively attend, The Queen and The Departed (the latter despite a weak campaign) were too good to ignore, and the shrewdly marketed Little Miss Sunshine was easily slotted as this year’s indie darling/belle of the ball, a la The Full Monty. The remaining slot, then, came down to a resurgent Clint Eastwood’s Letter from Iwo Jima — would it be too of a piece, sociopolitically speaking, with Babel? — and Dreamgirls. The fact is, on the latter, there was simply a lot of noise about there not being enough substance, enough “movie,” in the last third of the film. It didn’t stick with you. And while Letters might not either, except for Ken Wantanabe’s performance, in a nomination dogfight, you can’t bet against the war movie. Maybe some voters resented the manner in which the film was being rammed down their collective throats as a breathless inevitability (I’m sure all the right restaurants were booked for celebratory lunches), but I don’t think that’s necessarily a David Geffen problem. That’s a hype > reality problem…

Venus

January 26, 2007Film ReviewsBrent

Venus, a rich, bawdy and yet ultimately moving tale of an aging actor’s infatuation with an irascible friend’s much younger niece. It’s in essence a movie about life’s indignities, and how they visit
and prey upon both young and old, frequently in indiscriminate fashion.
Yet Venus never succumbs to mopey dramatic tropes, or indeed, even much melancholy; it’s spry, and a heck of a lot of fun. What you so strongly feel while watching the film — even if
you’re unfamiliar with the rest of O’Toole’s filmography, or him as a
personality — is the force and weight of a life lived with full-tilt
passion. For the full review, from FilmStew, click here. For a feature piece on the film, meanwhile, click here.

Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas

January 26, 2007Blu-ray/DVD ReviewsBrent

Suzanne’s Diary for
Nicholas costars real-life couple Christina Applegate and Jonathon Schaech,
and explores parallels between the lives of its in-bloom characters, teasing
things up into a lucky-to-have-loved chorus.

New York City
book editor Kate Wilkinson (Kathleen Rose Perkins) is a chronic workaholic who
thinks she’s finally found the perfect man in the form of author Matt Harrison
(Schaech). But on one of the most important nights of their relationship, Matt
suddenly ends their affair without explanation. (They’re not in the middle of a
war, alas, so this small nod to Graham Greene goes mostly un-highlighted.) Soon
after, a devastated Kate receives a package from Matt containing a diary
written by his wife Suzanne (Applegate) to their unborn son. Reading it, Kate
gets drawn into Suzanne’s tender, stirring story — about a Martha’s Vineyard marriage
between a housepainter who dreams of being a writer and a female doctor who
yearns to be a mother but it hamstrung by a serious heart condition. Slowly but
surely, Kate sees certain connections to her own life.

The general (and just) knock on made-for-TV fare
is that it’s reductionist emotional pabulum — cookie-cutter fare (except maybe
with better-looking people) made only to conform to expectation and give us a
mirror image of our own wishes and desires that we’re too lazy to act upon. On
this charge, Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas,
broadcast on CBS two springs ago, is essentially guilty. Yet by the same token,
it’s also decently rendered and acted, a sort of down-market version of The Notebook, if you will. Director
Richard Friedenberg is a veteran of this type of material, and accordingly
pulls out all the stops. There isn’t much thought to a larger canvas, but the
movie’s achingly sincere purity of spirit makes for a passable tearjerker.

Presented in 1.78:1 widescreen aspect ratio, enhanced for
16×9 televisions, the film comes with a Dolby digital 2.0 stereo track. Both
are entirely adequate, as there’s not much in the way of grandeur to inject
into the narrative. There are unfortunately no supplemental bonus materials to
complement the DVD release, which is puzzling only insomuch as the title of
such ridiculous ownership would seem to beg for some sort of interview or chat
with James Patterson. Alas… no. C (Movie) C- (Disc)

Forest Whitaker Exhales

January 25, 2007Ephemera, MusingsBrent

I caught Forest Whitaker on The Late Show last night (gracias, TiVo!), and he certainly seems more at ease now than maybe I’ve ever seen him before. He’s always been a soft-spoken, very reserved guy, but it’s obvious that there was at least some tenseness or trepidation leading up to the Oscar nominations themselves. I’d had a chance to talk with Whitaker a few times with regards to The Last King of Scotland, both at its proper press day and since, and at any sort of mention of a positive reception to or surprise at his performance in relation to his persona, he would always “turtle.” It helped, certainly, chatting to the much more low-key, relaxed David Letterman — who exudes a naturalness that Jay Leno still can’t match — as well as the fact that Whitaker was rehashing stories he’s told a thousand times or more now. Still, it’s nice to see him seeming to enjoy the whole Academy Awards “ride,” and all the praise coming his way after a career of some very notable work.

Happy Birthday, Mia Kirshner

January 25, 2007BirthdaysBrent

Atom Egoyan’s Exotica, luring my friend and I into an art film. And you were absolutely amazing in the otherwise muddled The Black Dahlia, conveying so much in your eyes, in just a few scenes, and with so little dialogue. In fact… it’s your eyes now… that are… hypnotizing me… compelling me to… link another picture. Yes, that’ll do nicely. Hey, I dig kneecaps, too, Mia! Not really my own, though. Not like that.

On Monster Mania 7

January 25, 2007EphemeraBrent

For those on the East Coast and with a predilection for all things horror, Monster Mania will be held in Cherry Hill, New Jersey at the Crowne Plaza
on the weekend of February 16 through 18. The Saw series’ Tobin Bell and Shawnee Smith will both be on hand, and Chainsaw Sally director Jimmy O and
stars Gunnar Hansen and April Monique Burril have been confirmed, to meet genre fans
and introduce a screening of their film, which releases February 27 on POPcinema’s
Shock-O-Rama Cinema label. I’ll probably more robustly update their slate again in a week or so, but for additional information on
guests, screenings and the like, visit Monstermania.net by clicking here.

Ewan McGregor as Kurt Cobain?

January 24, 2007Casting About, MusingsBrent

including Virgin.net, are reporting that Ewan McGregor — who memorably launched into song in Moulin Rouge — will likely be tapped to headline an eventual biopic about late Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain, who committed suicide in 1994 at the age of 27. Cobain’s ex-wife, embattled rocker/actress/rehab-and-courtroom mainstay Courtney Love, has optioned the rights to Charles Cross’ biography, Heavier than Heaven, and is reportedly a big fan of the actor.

Usually I’m various shades of indifferent to casting news, but this strikes me as spot-on. McGregor has just the right deep baby blues and, when harnessed, stare of wounded, moody estrangement. Wipe that smile off his face (above) and slap Cobain’s dyed-blonde ‘do on him, and the mere surface resemblance already seems uncanny, without a word out of his mouth. His casting would actually get me jazzed about a Cobain biopic. The other crucial choice: the right director, one who wouldn’t pander to more prosaic instincts to overly indulge the grunge scene and deify Cobain as a sensitive, misunderstood artist corrupted by events and circumstances beyond his power. Well, that and the script, of course…

Lynch Hosts Inland Empire Via Webcam

January 24, 2007ScreeningsBrent

For those in the Los Angeles area, director David Lynch will appear live via webcam at a special screening of Inland Empire to be held Thursday, January 25, at 7:20 p.m. at the AFI Silver Theatre and Cultural Center. Lynch will introduce the movie and host a brief Q&A with the audience before the screening. Tickets are $9.25 for general admission, and only $7.50 for AFI members. For directions and more information, click here.

Shared Darkness

A Communal Life in Film, Examined