Daily Archives: May 3, 2007

Amber Tamblyn on TV, Babylon Fields


Amber Tamblyn
got her start in television, and drew wide acclaim in CBS’ Joan of Arcadia, a blend of Quantum
Leap
and Touched by an Angel,
centering on a frustrated teenager with a direct line to God. The big screen
has been nice to her as well, though, with The
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
and The
Grudge 2
turning into solid hits, and affording her the opportunity to do
small, intimate indies like Stephanie
Daley
, in
release now. Still, Tamblyn isn’t turning her back on the small screen.

“I just did a pilot for CBS, and I did it because Michael
Cuesta wrote it. Cuesta did L.I.E.
and 12 and Holding,
and created Dexter and has done a lot
of Six Feet Under. He’s a very
interesting director,” she says. “It’s a show called Babylon Fields and it’s with Ray Stevenson, Kathy Baker and Jamey
Sheridan and it’s about everybody coming back from the dead — everyone in the
world, Indian tribes, everything. It’s not an apocalyptic scenario, but it
really focuses on this one tiny town on Long Island and
this girl, Janine. Her father comes back from the dead, played by Jamey
Sheridan, and he’s a corrupt cop. What we, the audience, find out is that
someone, either Kathy Baker or myself, put an axe in the back of his head, and
that’s how he died. He finds the axe and places it in the back of his head and
realizes that that’s how he was killed, and then goes on to investigate his own
murder. So it’s about him trying to fix all of these awful situations and
relationships that he had, as well as other characters.”

“Eventually there’s going to be some really hilarious things,
like ‘zombie AA,’ where they all go to meetings so they don’t eat flesh,”
continues Tamblyn. “I mean, it’s really dark, dark comedy. It’s right up my
alley. I guess when I read it I was like ‘CBS is going to do this? Are you
kidding me?’ They said, ‘Yeah, they want their Heroes or
Lost, they want
something along those lines.’
So I said, ‘Well, if they’re crazy enough to put
money behind it, I’m crazy enough to do it. Let’s do it.’ It’s great.”

Tamblyn isn’t yet sure that the series will be picked up,
and it hardly seems to have the ingredients of a fuzzy, feel-good break-out
smash. Still, she’s not worried. “It’s a great character role,” Tamblyn says.
“My character, Janine Wunch, is this Long Island girl
who carries a gun, and is really kind of clumsy but sort of sweet and even a
little hardcore. I read it and everybody was saying, ‘Don’t go back to CBS, don’t
go back’ and I said, ‘I don’t have a choice, this is amazing.’ I mean, I don’t
want to go do Scooby Doo 5. There
aren’t enough roles to keep me sustained
. A good script in Hollywood,
for me, comes along maybe three to four times a year, which is not enough. I
know that sounds ridiculous, but even then, sometimes I can’t do those, so that’s
the way it goes. So I’d rather be doing something like this where it’s
consistent and it feeds me
. I feel like I’m always hungry for it. It’s very,
very cool. I think it’s going to be a big cult thing. I like sticking with the
cult themes — soap operas, horror films, that’s my target. All I need to get
now is a guest role on Battlestar
Galactica
, then I’m good to go. I love that show. That and The Wire; it’s all I watch.”

Caffeine

that get made?” In the
world of independent movies, however, it’s frequently the cast that carries the
day. If a producer or financier can line up the commitments of enough
interested actors and actresses, money will suddenly and magically flow to the
project, and it becomes a reality. That certainly seems to have been the case
with Caffeine, a genial shrug of a
film
which includes in its ensemble Mena Suvari (American Beauty), the ascendant Katherine Heigl (Grey’s Anatomy) and Breckin Meyer (ummm…
Rat Race?) — recognizable faces all,
if certainly not superstars.

An adult, sometimes forcedly eccentric relationship comedy
full of misplaced love and affection, Caffeine
enjoyed a brief theatrical run in select cities just a bit earlier this year, and
hits DVD just before Heigl hits big screens in Knocked Up,
writer-director Judd Apatow’s follow-up to The
40-Year-Old Virgin
. The story unfolds at the Black Cat Café in London,
an offbeat little coffee house where there’s always something strange brewing. During
one lunchtime shift, the relationships of the quirky staff and several couples
are all turned upside down by the sudden, successive revelations of supremely
embarrassing secrets relating chiefly to their sexual (mis)behavior. As these characters
engage in hapless attempts to repair their fractured relationships, they each confront
issues of fidelity, betrayal, forgiveness and commitment.

Caffeine isn’t all
that bad; it just feels run-of-the-mill, honestly
. The characters — which include
a porn star and her jealous boyfriend, the obligatory gay waiter and a demure fiancée
who finds out her boyfriend is a cross-dresser — come across as stock types
pulled from a stack of screenwriting-exercise index cards and given at-odds attributes
and attitudes in haphazard fashion
. The only thing that really puts a hard spin
on the familiar subject matter is all the Cockney slang. For those still
interested, Mark Pellegrino, Andrew Lee Potts, Callum Blue and Marsha Thomason round
out the cast.

Housed in a regular Amray case and presented in a 1.78:1
anamorphic widescreen transfer, Caffeine
comes with optional Spanish subtitles and a perfectly acceptable 5.1 Dolby digital
audio mix. The DVD’s special features include a 13-minute behind-the-scenes
featurette with cast interviews
; there’s also a good portion of time here
devoted to talking about the aforementioned jargon. Previews for upcoming First
Look releases round things out, alongside a seven-minute blooper reel and a
brief collection of deleted scenes. None of these feature Suvari and rose
petals
, guys, so… there you go. Prioritize your Netflix plans accordingly. C-
(Movie) B- (Disc)

Shannon Elizabeth Still Has Breasts



Shannon Elizabeth still has breasts. This is what one learned from her recent appearance on Thank God You’re Here, NBC’s competitive improvisational sketch comedy show, which throws together a new quartet of celebrities each week with a couple of holdover cast members.

Hosted by David Alan Grier and judged by Dave Foley, who presents the winner with a trophy of some sort, the show drops costumed celebs into both group and individual colorful scenarios in which they have no idea what will happen, except that they’ll be greeted by the titular phrase. I only caught this show due to a TiVo lag, but once I glimpsed the pain that was Elizabeth attempting improv comedy, I couldn’t avert my eyes. It was like tonguing the gaping hole of a newly missing tooth, watching a police pursuit and car accident, and inhaling deeply at the gasoline pump, all at once.

Appearing alongside George Takei, Tom Green and some other chick whose name escapes me, Elizabeth — who was dragged to momentary fame in American Pie courtesy of her bared breasts, then suffered the ignominious fate of costarring in a movie in which David Ogden Stiers ingests a human testicle (that would be 2001’s Tomcats) — evidenced absolutely no knowledge of the basic working precepts of improv. A fading, bitter sex symbol who’d receded from pop cultural memory over the past four or five years except for winning some stupid poker tournament, Elizabeth was clearly a called-in chit of her agent or manager, who probably said something like this: “No, she’s really, really funny, I swear! Did you see her guest spots on That ’70s Show? No? Oh! Oh, let me tell you…”

After delivering an eye-gougingly bad solo set, the show-closing group sketch found the celebs adorned in Viking get-up, and called before their chief, ostensibly to talk about his replacement. With nothing better to do, Elizabeth pounced on the guy and started grinding on and making out with him, which then led Tom Green to do the same. The piece devolved into a mock-outrageous orgy, with Elizabeth kissing everyone in sight and Foley even joining in on the action. Then, making her play for top honors, Elizabeth ran over and mounted a since withdrawn Foley, saying, “You’re the real judge!” Grier appeared embarassed by the whole episode, and an amused Foley only slightly less so. Look, Shannon, play the sexpot card or not, but don’t constantly bitch about the parts you’re offered, pose for Playboy and then talk about how much you regret it, or insist you’ve so much more to offer other than your body or looks and then disingenuously reach into the hootchie grab-bag when you’re painted into an improvisational corner. And most of all, please stop trying to be funny… you’re killing me.