Daily Archives: June 4, 2007

Eli Roth on Hostel: Part II


Hostel: Part II

writer-director Eli Roth and cast mates Bijou Phillips
and Vera Jordanova
took questions at the Los Angeles Fangoria Convention at the Burbank Hilton a
couple weeks back, and the answers, insights and good-naturedly gory
reminiscences came fast and furious
.

While the brief clip from the Hostel sequel showing an abortive escape attempt by Phillips wasn’t
necessarily anything to write home about, Phillips did dispute gossip that she didn’t enjoy the Czechoslovakian shoot, or was hell on wheels on set, as apparently reported elsewhere in some gossip rag. Also, Roth talked at length about his
actors’ performances
(making up for the fact that so few questions were lobbed
their way, perhaps), and said — however dubious a claim — that the Motion
Picture Association of America did literally
say/admit that “good acting” was responsible for an NC-17 rating on the
first-pass cut of the movie
. Roth says he believes that the torturous scenes of
women in peril — and Phillips’ anguished reactions in particular — were the ratings
board’s chief cause of concern, because they played as so disturbingly real. That was kind of the point, he argued, and that, “People who come to see Hostel: Part II know exactly what kind of movie they’re getting into. They’re looking for some fucked-up shit.”

After the 35-minute-ish session, the aforementioned trio
signed autographs, but the most unnerving sight had to be folks posing for
pictures (some with their children!) with two fake-blood-covered slaughterhouse
torturers standing on either side of a bound, gagged and scantily clad model
.
Still trying to figure out a way to pour some Purell on my brain after that one…

Meanwhile, for Roth’s thoughts about his infamous Thanksgiving trailer for Grindhouse
and more information on his future projects, click here.

Happy Birthday, Angelina Jolie



It’s a happy birthday to Angelina Jolie, who turns 32 today, but celebrates presumably with a tattoo rather than another adoption. The hoi polloi give Jolie a lot of shit, but I’ve always found her candor refreshing, and I can tell you that her advocacy work and humanitarian efforts as a goodwill ambassador on behalf of the United Nations is legitimate and to be admired. She has a true global consciousness. Having interviewed her several times, I can also vouch for the fact that she’s in a much better place — emotionally, psychologically, spiritually, however you want to couch it — than she was earlier in her career, when she was vicariously living out damaged roles such as her Oscar-winning turn in Girl, Interrupted. I’m sure she’d agree that motherhood has helped center and calm her, and that comes through in her work, be it in something politically topical like Michael Winterbottom’s A Mighty Heart, or even a piece of spry, mischievous commercial fare like Mr. & Mrs. Smith. One can’t always draw connections between an actor’s public faces and performances, but in Jolie’s case it’s appropriate. She’s found her groove, hopefully in lasting fashion.

Surf’s Up

Surf’s Up attempts to extend the recent
public surge in affection for penguins
, telling the buoyant, reciprocal story
of a mentor and pupil who ultimately each show one another sides of life they’ve
both been missing out on. Making substantial use of ascendant young star Shia
LaBeouf
’s
personality, the likeable production puts a loose-limbed, mostly agreeable spin
on a story with a familiar for-love-of-the-sport moral.

Unfolding, in somewhat unlikely fashion, as a
character-focused documentary, the film chronicles headstrong teenage penguin
Cody Maverick (LaBeouf),
who leaves his Antarctic hometown of Shiverpool to follow his dream of becoming
a successful surfer. Befriended along the way by the distractible Chicken Joe (Jon
Heder
), Cody arrives at Pen Gu Island just in advance of the Big Z Memorial
Surf Off, an annual competition named for Cody’s idol.

After meeting cute with lifeguard Lani Aliikai (Zooey Deschanel),
Cody immediately faces a setback in his efforts to dethrone the preening, jerky
reigning champion, Tank Evans (Diedrich Bader). Cast into exile for a few days,
Cody is taken under the wing of a laid-back, hermetic surfer (Jeff Bridges) who
becomes his mentor. With this help, Cody learns to balance his desire to win
with the pure pleasure of surfing, and the friendships and enjoyment that this
affords.

While generally shunning the over-reliance on big sound effects that
marks many kids’ flicks, Surf’s Up does make certain to include a number of
bodily function jokes
. It also features a peppy modern soundtrack, driven by
toe-tapping alt-rock tunes from acts like Green Day, the Romantics, Incubus and
the New Radicals. Still, the movie’s mode
of expression — a lurking-narrator-style nipped from any number of popular
reality TV shows, peppered with canted angles, ironic framing and camera pans,
off-screen questions and the occasional broken-glass and wet lens effects
— may
prove less easily graspable to the PG-rated picture’s chief demographic age
range. For the full review, from Screen International, click here.

Kevin Costner on Mr. Brooks’ Marshall

In his latest film, Mr. Brooks, Kevin Costner plays a buttoned-up businessman whose family life masks a lifetime of serial murdering. It’s an audacious movie full of wild swings in plot, and one that refreshingly embraces certain excesses. Interestingly, though, one bit that could be overplayed but isn’t comes in the form of Mr. Brooks’ murderous id, Marshall, played by William Hurt. When Brooks has conversations with Marshall, time stops in the movie. But is the character, as seen, a randomly externalized presentation of Brooks’ inner psyche, or does Marshall actually have his own back story? According to Costner at the film’s recent press day, it’s the latter.

“I found Marshall
when I was 12 years old in a book of children’s dreams,” says Costner of his character
. “And he would play
basically a Black Knight, an evil person. But I liked him so much in the book
because he was kind of cool. And I liked him so much, actually, I was afraid he
was going to die in the book, so I never finished it. And my father used to
discipline me with the idea that if I wasn’t good, that the Black Knight would
come and get me [because] he actually hid in my
closet. And like any young man, eventually you challenge your dad’s theory and
you open that closet. And there was my imaginary friend, and he was not scary
at all to me. So he’s been with me, sort of as my alter-ego
. And that began
when I was 12 years old.” For a full review of Mr. Brooks, click here.