The South By Southwest Film Festival has announced that the locally filmed feature Elvis and Anabelle will have its world premiere on March 10, at
6:30 p.m., at the Paramount Theater in Austin, Texas.
Max
Mingella (Art School Confidential) and Blake Lively (Accepted) star as
the titular characters, a mortician’s son and town beauty queen, respectively. The film tells the story of “an unlikely love that blossoms between
[the pair] after she dies,” which I sincerely hope involves neither necrophilia nor you-just-gotta-believe enchantment. Mary Steenburgen, Joe
Mantegna and Deadwood‘s Keith Carradine round
out the supporting cast.
Elvis and Anabelle was shot in and around Austin in May, 2006, making SXSW the
natural fit for the world premiere, according to producer Carolyn Pfeiffer. “We’re delighted to premiere a wonderful hometown film at an
outstanding hometown festival,” she said. “South
By Southwest, which always draws tremendous audiences, is truly a great fit
for the film.”
Schindler’s List and Saving Private Ryan to Clint Eastwood’s Oscar-nominated Letters from Iwo Jima. But what of
the first great battle to end all
wars, World War I? Set against the backdrop of embryonic aerial warfare and
infused with a healthy pinch of cross-cultural romance, Flyboys attempts to remedy that indistinctness in modern-day
filmmaking.
Inspired by the true story of the legendary Lafayette
Escadrille, the movie is set in 1917, when the Allied powers of France, England, Italy and
others were on the ropes against the German juggernaut. While millions of young
men were dying overseas, the United States
remained, officially at least, out of the fray. Still, some altruistic young
Americans disagreed with this nonintervention, and volunteered to fight
alongside their counterparts in France.
Of these conscripts, a handful decided to learn how to fly, and became part of
the aforementioned air corps.
Offering up a fictionalized ensemble around this juicy non-fiction
tidbit, Flyboys centers around headstrong
cowpuncher Blaine Rawlings (James Franco), who after a brawl leaves behind his
family’s foreclosed ranch a step ahead of the law. In France,
he joins, among others, rural Nebraskan William Jensen (Philip Winchester), New
York blueblood Briggs Lowry (Tyler Labine) and black
expatriate boxer Eugene Skinner (Abdul Salis). All are eager to learn how to
fly, but their romanticized sense of adventure, however, quickly takes a hit when
their war-weary French captain, Monsieur Thenault (Jean Reno), and an equally battle-scarred
American pilot, Reed Cassidy (Martin Henderson), who’s the cynical sole
survivor of his group, show them the grim realities of their equipment and
circumstance.
The new recruits quickly train, and learn what they can on
the fly (no pun intended), but are quickly thrust into the heat of battle. Blaine,
meanwhile, concurrently falls for rural French girl Lucienne (iridescent
newcomer Jennifer Decker). There are good times and bad — including the looming
prospect of a mole in their midst — but in time the young Americans prove
themselves, routing the “Fokker scourge” and learning the true meanings of fraternity,
courage, love and tolerance.
With a variety of replicas and rented vintage aircraft, Flyboys represents the biggest mobilization
and fleet of World War I aircraft since Howard Hughes’ Hell’s Angels, and over the course of its 138-minute running time
it presents a variety of dogfights, a massive shootout involving a German
zeppelin, all manner of bombed-out locales, rainy weather and a pet lion (don’t
ask). Still, Franco gives the film a human anchor, and provides a rooting
interest in the more intimate dramatic scenes. He and Decker have a nice,
playfully naïve chemistry, and director Tony Bill — who made his mark as a
producer on The Sting in 1973 and has
since juggled a career both in front of the camera and behind it as a director
in film (Untamed Heart), television
movies (Harlan County War) and serial
television (Felicity, Monk) — does a good job of weaving
together all these disparate threads into something that’s greater than merely the
sum of their parts.
Housed in a regular Amray plastic case, Flyboys is presented in 1.85:1 anamorphic widescreen, to preserve
the aspect ratio of its original theatrical exhibition. It also comes with a plethora
of discrete audio options — English language Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound and
5.1 DTS tracks, plus complementary French and Spanish Dolby surround sound
tracks. Nice use is made throughout of both aural shading and effects,
particularly in the aerial battle sequences. Optional English and Spanish subtitles
are also available; Francophiles are on their own, though the native setting
certainly helps in a few scenes, including an awkward-cute flirtation between Blaine
and Lucienne. The transfer is quite solid, with extremely little grain and no
problems whatsoever with artifacting.
Strangely, the only supplemental feature is a feature-length
audio commentary track with Bill and producer Dean Devlin. Given their intimacy
in mounting this $60-million, independently produced project against great
odds, these two are a comfortable pair, and this guided chat benefits from their
familiarity. They talk about everything from the scripting process and the arduous
development track of the film to Trevor Rabin’s sweeping score, done on a
budget. They effortlessly cram in all sorts of fascinating period trivia and
production detail, too, whether it’s on the functionality of those oh-so-dashing
scarves that pilots wore or the insurance necessary for the world’s oldest
functioning plane, a Bolerio used in background scenes in Flyboys. Would-be producers, too, are given some practical advice
regarding foreign shoots; because it was cheaper, Devlin had entire sets built
in Czechoslovakia,
and shipped abroad. The only bummer comes when the duo talks about deleted
scenes — material that isn’t included herein. A gallery of preview trailers for Copying Beethoven, The Last King of Scotland, Home of the Brave and The Illusionist closes out the disc. B (Movie) C+ (Disc)
Catch and Release, the directorial debut of Erin Brokovich screenwriter Susannah Grant, opened last week, to $7.6 million, and a fifth place weekend slotting. Starring Jennifer Garner, the movie unfolds in a rustic state of monotonously pitched pining, and centers around Gray Wheeler, who after the sudden death of her fiancé, seeks solace in the company of his ex-roommates (Kevin Smith and Sam Jaeger).
As more details about her boyfriend emerge — information involving a
healthy secret bank account, a Los Angeles massage therapist (Juliette
Lewis) and her son — Gray comes to see new sides of the man she thought she
knew, and at the same time finds herself drawn to his childhood pal Fritz
(Timothy Olyphant).
You feel trace elements of a
fuller ensemble character study about grief, but the characters herein — the
inveterate playboy with the hardened heart, the stoic secret crush, the ditzy single
mother — are reduced to thinly sketched functionaries, and behavioral
rationalizations big and small consistently feel a step off. For the full review, from CityBeat, click here and scroll down.
It’s a happy birthday to erstwhile Twin Peaks temptress Sherilyn Fenn, who turns 41 today, improbably enough. (And to my Dad as well, who — sorry, chief — is considerably less hotter…) Fenn should get together with Olivia Wilde and talk arched ‘brow acting 101.
the news last week that the Motion Picture Association of America is making crucial changes to its charter, and finally providing at least a little transparency. The move is partially shaped by Kirby Dick’s documentary This Film Is Not Yet Rated, new to DVD this week, about the Neapolitan swirl of secrecy and hypocrisy surrounding the ratings board and its secretive system of classification. While far, far from perfect, the movie is certainly an entertaining one, if also intellectually lazy.
“The reason there is secrecy is so that people can’t critique the system — that they don’t understand it and know where to begin a critique of it,” argues Dick. “I think the MPAA basically doesn’t care whether or not there’s a ratings system or not, but if there’s going to be one they want to control it, because they want to make sure that their films get the least restrictive rating, so that they can make the most money.”For the full interview/feature from FilmStew — including a tidbit about Jane Fonda’s legendarily orgasmic writhing in Coming Home, and what it might foretell when combined with the forthcoming changes in classification appeals — click here.