Monthly Archives: June 2007

Vic Damone: On the Street Where You Live

Singer Vic Damone has kind of a wide-ranging voice, which helps explain the fact that over the course of his career he laid down more than 2,000 songs, appeared in several motion pictures, and for a time had both his own TV show on NBC and his own New York-based radio series. This concert disc, recorded in 1985, showcases that range, with Damone dashing through more than a dozen tunes, a collection that might be considered highbrow and low.

A high school drop-out who took a job as an usher at the Paramount Theater in the Big Apple and squeezed some advice out of Perry Como, Damone’s career really took off just before his 18th birthday, when he won the acclaimed Arthur Godfrey Talent’s Scout program, then leveraged that into regular spots on the radio and gigs for the legendary Milton Berle. Signing with Mercury Records, Damone quickly caught on, and began recording albums.

On the Street Where You Live is named for one of Damone’s biggest hits, but it’s still a song that doesn’t carry the same, robust nostalgic weight as “New York, New York” and “I’ve Got You Under My Skin,” two tunes included here that suffer in comparison to Frank Sinatra’s famously belted versions. Recorded at the world-famous Royal Festival Hall, this title finds
Damone accompanied by the Northern Dance Orchestra, and conductor
Norman Geller. From the strange cover files, Willie Nelson’s “To All the Girls” and “Always on My Mind” each receive surprisingly effective colorings, but a rendition of Lionel Ritchie’s “Hello” deserves no answer. Other songs include “When I Dream,” “Easy to Love,” “The Song Is You,” “Come In From the Rain,” “An Affair to Remember,” “That Old Black Magic” and show closer “You’re Breaking My Heart.”

Presented in a fuzzy 1.33:1 full screen transfer on a region-free disc housed in a regular Amray case, On the Street Where You Live runs just over 50 minutes, and comes with a Dolby digital tweaking of the original concert’s monaural soundtrack. A mezzo-mezzo affair, it’s a release best reserved as a stocking-stuffer or thoughtful little surprise gift for long-time Damone fans, but not one likely to wow those less familiar with the crooner’s canon. To order the concert via Amazon, click here. C (Concert) C (Disc)

Lauren Graham’s Alpaca Blues

Erstwhile Gilmore Girl
Lauren Graham didn’t only have to contend with the chance of Steve Carell cracking
her up on the set of the forthcoming Evan
Almighty
— she also had to share screen time with some unusual animals.

“The amazing stuff with the animals was less what my
interaction was with them, but [just] watching these trainers get them kindly
and very simply to do what they wanted them to do,” she says. “Because I just
thought, ‘These giraffes have not been training to do Evan Almighty their whole lives. How do they know to bring him the hammer?’
You know, so much of the stuff is real that you see in the movie. So that was
really amazing. I mean, we weren’t sitting around petting the lions or
anything, but it was cool to watch them walk by. You’re sitting there drinking
coffee, and you just got strangely used to it.”

“The animal we dealt the most with was Toothy the alpaca (note: above alpaca is for illustrative purposes only),
who had… this huge underbite, and was really unattractive,” Graham continues. “And
I think we made the trainers mad because we called him Toothy and that’s not
his name. But the little boys who played our sons got really into Toothy as,
like, a mythical figure
, even though he was right there. They’d be like, ‘Do
you think Toothy knows we’re rolling? Do you think Toothy knows we’re home?’ And
at dinner, and they’d be like, ‘What do you think Toothy’s eating for dinner?’”
Here Graham pauses for a laugh. “So he was the one that somehow, maybe became
of his unusual appearance, struck gold in our hearts.”

Cinema16 Touts Brevity on DVD

Cinema16 is pleased to announce the American release of Cinema
16: European Short Films
in early September 2007. Critically acclaimed upon
its release overseas, this special two-disc DVD features previously unseen movies and early works by some of today’s most notable
filmmakers
, as well as award-winning films from rising stars. In addition to
the films, the set contains over three hours of commentaries, many by the filmmakers themselves.

Dubbed “a must-have for any film
fan” by The London Telegraph, Cinema 16: European
Short Films
celebrates the art of brevity by showcasing the best classic,
cult and award-winning shorts on DVD
. The label launched in Europe
in 2003 with the release of British Short
Films
, a collection that includes films by Peter Greenaway, Mike Leigh and
Stephen Daldry among others. That was followed up by the 2004 European Short Films release and, a year
later, American Short Films, which
includes works of Gus Van Sant, Andy Warhol, Tim Burton and others.

Cinema16: European
Short Films
’ roster includes works by noted directors such as Christopher
Nolan, Lars Von Trier
, Lynne Ramsay, Ridley Scott,
Roy Andersson (Songs From the Second
Floor
), Mathieu Kassovitz
and Nanni Morettti, as well as award-winning and celebrated shorts including
Anders Thomas Jensen’s Oscar winner Election
Night
, Juan Solanas’ Cannes Jury Prize winner The Man Without a Head and Toby MacDonald’s BAFTA-nominated Je T’aime John Wayne.

“Cinema16’s goal is to raise the profile of short films,
which have been integral to the careers of so many great directors,” said Luke
Morris, producer of Je T’aime John Wayne
and creator of the Cinema 16 label. “The line gives people access to incredibly
strong works that might otherwise be seen only by film festival audiences and
film school professors, if at all.” For more information, visit Cinema16.org.

Steve Carell on Jenna Fischer

Steve Carell was out in full force promoting his new film, Evan Almighty, yesterday with a battery of press interviews in Los Angeles, but he took some time to talk about his The Office cast mate, Jenna Fischer, and how she was recovering from her back injury, suffered after falling down a flight of stairs last month in New York.

“She’s much better, she’s back in Los Angeles,” says Carell of Fischer. “She will be completely fine, she’s going to kind of just lay low. She wasn’t working this summer so she can take it easy and rehab it, but she’s going to be fine.”

Carell, meanwhile, had nothing but praise for his experience on the series in general, and doesn’t seem eager to yet bolt The Office for a full-time, film-only career, despite currently shooting the big screen adaptation of Get Smart for next summer. “I think, just in terms of writing and value, nothing beats that show,” he says of The Office. “It’s such a smart group of people, and people are really devoted to the show. The actors… I think are fantastic, every one of them. We’re very lucky. That sort of [group] doesn’t come together very often. It’s sort of a brain trust, especially the writing team.” For a more fully sketched feature and interview with Carell, click here.

Michael Madsen Is Squinty, Strange

Forgot to mention this back when it occurred on May 19, but Michael Madsen appeared in person at the Fangoria Convention in Burbank, and did his best Tom Sizemore impression, squinting, smirking and acting quite odd.

He was talking up his participation in Shifter, a Rage comic book series about a two-legged, sunglasses-sporting, Mob hitman werewolf. Set to launch June 27, the series is being inked and published with an eye already being cast toward big screen adaptation. Saying that he’d been “in Valencia shooting a motorcycle picture for Quentin Tarantino until 3 a.m.” (that would be Larry Bishop’s Hell Ride, produced by Tarantino), Madsen says that doing something for his five sons played a big part in tackling Shifter,
but that also, “I’m trying to get away from the villain thing for a
while, and be a hero, instead of the one who gets thrown out of a
window by Steven Seagal.” (Apparently Madsen momentarily confused
himself with… Gary Busey?)

Also on hand with Madsen were Amber Benson, who models/plays informant Kimmy in the series, and Rachel Miner, the ex-Mrs. Macaulay Culkin, who portrays assassin Poison. They appeared bored and increasingly irritated, while Madsen kept interrupting the moderator, glancing around and pounding his cordless microphone on his armchair and repeating into it, “Thanksgiving!” in a deep voice, a reference to Eli Roth, who preceded the awkward Shifter panel with a chat about Hostel: Part II.

Lauren Graham: Fat or Not Fat?

Press conferences are always something of a dicey proposition, and you typically lose quite a bit of the (admittedly manufactured) informality of roundtable interviews in the translation to this format, no matter how well managed against free-for-all they are. Sometimes, though, as at the press day held in Los Angeles this past weekend for the forthcoming Evan Almighty, the tradeoff proves deliciously worth it, either because of an instinctive performance moment born of appearing in front of a larger group or… well, just a stupidly phrased question that provides its own inherent entertainment value. To wit, this exchange with Lauren Graham, above:

Question: In both this movie and in Gilmore Girls, you’re the sexy
mom…

Lauren Graham: Thanks.

Q: Not skinny at all, but very light…

LG: Mmm… wow, there’s that. Not at all? You wouldn’t say at
all?

Q: What do you do to…

LG: To be so not skinny?

Q: … do you work out, or…?

LG: (laughs) Well, thank you for part of that question. I
don’t have really any awareness of that. What I knew is that I thought that… You
know, we sort of discussed that I didn’t think [my character] worked. And so I
wanted her to feel kind of casual and natural, especially in opposition to this
guy [Steve Carell] who’s very buttoned up and has kind of gotten into this more professional
time of his life. I felt like this is a girl who’s known him a long time, and
knew him before all this stuff happened. And so I just wanted her to be kind of
a counterpoint for him. And the other stuff: like, if I did anything I wanted
to do, I would be, like, a lot… Uh, this is me like running and doing
everything I can. I’m sort of fighting a battle… I guess. I could go really far the
other way, so this… I work out a lot. I watch what I eat. It’s very hard won
even to be this not skinny. Yes! Next…

For the record, and for what it’s worth, the question came from a female reporter…

Hostel: Part II

As long as there have been horror movies, there’s been chatter about their undue influence on corruptible minors.
When we see images of Virginia Tech campus shooter Cho Seung-Hui posed
menacingly with a hammer, a la Chan-wook Park’s Oldboy, it
makes one wonder about the connections between the violent images and
content we as a society so readily accept and rapaciously consume in
our entertainment, and their place in and relationship to our real lives.

When it bowed in January of 2006, Eli Roth‘s low-budget Hostel
reignited the low-lying embers of that debate, exemplifying the
“torture-porn” trend in robust fashion on its way to an
overall worldwide haul of more than $80 million. Its sequel, costarring Bijou Phillips (above), is at once a fancifully heightened reflection of a very
tangible, real-world evil that’s always existed and also a movie of
such unapologetically grim, realistic strokes that you could envision
it serving as a  sort of trigger
in maybe that one lonely, desperate, sick kid
out there with an inclination for violence.

So on the one hand, Hostel: Part II is offensive, yes, insomuch as it’s completely cognizant of the buttons that it so merrily pushes. One extended sequence finds a gun menacingly pushed directly into the
faces of seven or eight children, one by one. Another finds a naked
woman bathing in the arterial spray of a bound and gagged torture
victim
, slowly slit open with a scythe. There isn’t — or shouldn’t be,
at least — any cathartic pleasure derived from watching these scenes,
which is why both this film and its predecessor can’t reasonably be
described as “good,” but rather instead bleakly accomplished
.

Still, there have been and always will be works of music, literature and entertainment that demand context. This isn’t to say that Hostel: Part II is terribly complex, or a work of great or significant art, but to
acknowledge that both its commercial success — and the opposite reactions of
disgust that it produces — says something important about the cultural
crossroads at which we find ourselves
. Roth has a sense of playful macabre humor, but is also chiefly a savvy fence-straddler
who, for the purpose of his career, came along at a particularly
fortuitous moment. It’s no surprise,
really, that he worked for David Lynch on material for the celebrated
filmmaker’s web site
, because Roth’s own movies, dating back to Rotten Fruit and Cabin Fever, are an even more graphic extension of the queasy premise found in Lynch’s perhaps still most well-known masterwork, Blue Velvet: namely, that darkness and unspeakable depravity lurks just beneath the surface of tranquil normalcy.

For the full review of Hostel: Part II, from FilmStew, click here. Meanwhile, for more of Roth’s thoughts on the movie, and its NC-17 first-cut pass, click here.

Paris Hilton Back in Slammer

Fan-freaking-tastic. After readying, in my mind, an admittedly somewhat belated but nonetheless brilliant post about Paris Hilton’s forthcoming Disturbia experience, it appears that Paris has been thrown back behind bars for her reckless driving and suspended license parole violation — at least for now — freaking out in the courtroom and crying out, “It’s not right!” and, “Mom!” All this after being placed in handcuffs in a police car and driven to the courtroom this morning for a hearing on her early release from jail — a hearing that her lawyers tried to get her to “attend” via phone.

None-too-happy Judge Michael T. Sauer said that he saw “no documentation or evidence to support claims of a mitigating medical condition” (e.g., the sheriff’s office filed no paperwork) and reinstated Hilton’s sentence, though with California’s overcrowded prisons and the possibility of good behavior time off, a full, 45-day term shouldn’t be expected. Naturally, an appeal over the house arrest/jail matter should also be filed, probably today but possibly Monday. Meanwhile, TMZ.com managing editor Harvey Levin is on MSNBC playing talking head right now, with paper airplanes flying around his head in the “newsroom” background. Wow. This. Is. America.

Hilton would have gotten through this whole ordeal a lot more smoothly if she just shut up and took it like a champ, with a clenched jaw. This makes her look like even more of a spoiled, out-of-touch brat, though, something I didn’t think was possible. And the courtroom outburst has to rank as top-shelf taunting material for years to come. In fact, if I strain my ears, I think I can hear the “It’s not right!” T-shirts being printed up right now…

UPDATE 6/8: For the photo that will likely be accompanying the above text on those black-market, swap-meet T-shirts, click here.

UPDATE 6/8: For Michael Musto’s hilariously gross comment about the inevitable Hilton PR restoration project, click here.

UPDATE 6/26: For a “celebration” of Paris’ release, and proof that she rocks the bong, click here.

Kristin Korb: Live in Vienna

Classical music pops up chiefly on the news these days
whenever there’s one of those studies every six months or so that shows playing
Bach and Beethoven to your unborn baby can increase his or her I.Q. by 575
percent or something
. Once the popular music of its time, it’s now largely the
domain of arts benefactors. Serious conductors aside, many classically trained
musicians try to get into the lucrative world of film composing, or at least
working in orchestral scoring.

For better or worse, my own parents were enthusiasts of a sort,
occasionally spinning actual records, but also taking my younger sister and I
on trips to see the local symphony orchestra. While pop music and rock ’n’
roll, then old-school crooners, rap and the work of great songwriters like Bob
Dylan, Billy Joel and Bruce Springsteen would capture my imagination, I think
classical music provided a certain underpinning, as I strongly recall the
wonderment
associated with watching violinists working in unison, or cello
players coaxing unusual new sounds out of their life-size instruments.

Combining the instrumental influence of Ray Brown and
Charles Mingus with the vocal styling of Sarah Vaughan and Ella Fitzgerald, Montana-bred
jazz double-bassist and vocalist
Kristin Korb has created a deep, evocative
scat sound all her own. This 75-minute concert was filmed in early 2005 at Vienna’s
famous Porgy & Bess jazz club, and features a legitimately engaging performance
by Korb, the former director of jazz studies at Central
Washington University
.
“I’m Old Fashioned” kicks off the play list, followed by a deliberately
dawdling version of “They Say It’s Spring,” “Whirly Bird,” “Wouldn’t It Be
Lovely,” “Lined with a Groove,” “Alone Together,” “Cheek to Cheek,” “Nobody
Wants to Sing the Blues” and “Top of the World.” Like blended yogurt, interwoven
with the live concert footage are discrete sit-down interview tidbits with
Korb, which give the title the feel of a real document rather than just a staid
recital.

Housed in a regular Amray case and presented in 4×3 full
screen on a region-free disc suitable for worldwide play, this DVD comes with
fairly a solid Dolby digital 5.1 audio track. Apart from the aforementioned
interstitial bits, there are unfortunately no other supplemental extras. While
somewhat limited to classical music fans already faithfully familiar with the
subject’s body of work, Korb comes across as an intelligent and unfailingly
positive-minded guide, and might just spark a certain nostalgia for elementary
school field trips amongst lapsed fans of the genre. To purchase this DVD via Amazon,
click here
.
B (Concert) C (Disc)

American Gangster Trailer Drops

I missed this from just a couple days back, but the trailer for Russell Crowe and Denzel Washington’s American Gangster, about a 1970s Harlem drug lord and the cop trying to bring him down, has dropped online, and might even get a wide-pitch hitch on Universal’s forthcoming Evan Almighty, who knows.

All the period detail stuff looks spot-on and immersing
, and it’s good to see that we get at least a bit of tête-à-tête between the two, even if all the plot stuff is rendered in deliberately broad strokes. A November 2 release date has been set for the movie; no word yet on its running time, per my other post. I’ll see if I can shake a tree on that. For the American Gangster trailer, click here.

Ocean’s Thirteen

A world-on-a-string kind of movie that restores a goodwill shine to the all-star series, Ocean’s Thirteen is a slick, pleasurable romp — a populist slice of entertainment that serves as a reminder of just how much fun summer movies can be. It plays like a stone skipping across water, like an old standard belted out effortlessly by a nouveau-style crooner, and it should absolutely slay at the box office, driven by mainstream, cross-demographic appeal and positive word-of-mouth.

The story dumps Danny Ocean (George Clooney) and his crew — including Rusty Ryan (Brad Pitt) and Linus Caldwell (Matt Damon) — back in Las Vegas, where they take a run at amoral hotelier and mogul Willie Bank (Al Pacino), who’s cheated Reuben Tishkoff (Elliott Gould) out of his share of a new development, and induced in him a heart attack that’s left Reuben virtually catatonic. In a Robin Hood-esque plan, the gang conspires — in advance of Banks’ gala opening launch — to rig all the dice games, slots, blackjack tables, etcetera, at his casino, busting Banks’ bank and returning $500 million in winnings to patrons before inducing a cash-out by simulating an earthquake.

Utilizing “up-river” devices and trickery both low-fi and technologically advanced, this scheme requires that they trump an almost laughably advanced artificial intelligence security system and — eventually, when in a pinch — solicit the financial backing of former nemesis Terry Benedict (Andy Garcia), a ploy that comes with its own set of dangers and conditions. It’s not just financial revenge that the guys are concerned with, however. They also set out to undermine Banks’ coveted and highly prestigious “Five Diamond” rating by making sure that the writer (David Paymer) assigned to cover the hotel opening has a miserable experience.

Distended, smug and stricken with a steep rate of depreciation, Ocean’s Twelve was faux-sly, its winking half-assedness substituting for subversiveness. In short, it was the sort of movie you walk out of with an uneasy smile, trying to convince yourself it was enjoyable. Penned by Brian Koppelman and David Levien — who with 1998’s underrated Rounders showed that they know their way around the jargon-filled world of gaming and gambling — this re-up is a return to roots, of sorts. Thankfully jettisoning Julia Roberts and any major angles of romantic intrigue, Ocean’s Thirteen is blithely unconcerned with lasting relationships, except to the degree that its plot is driven by fraternal devotion.

In focusing solely and clearly on the here and now, the film recaptures and in fact fortifies a big part of what made the first movie such a blast of fresh fun — namely, Clooney and Pitt looking dapper, a well-heeled ensemble expressing guy’s-guy exasperation with one another, and a rakish, revenge-fed heist/criminal story set on a 45-degree, downhill slope. Pleasingly paced and powered by a great soundtrack — David Holmes’ original score pulses along courtesy of a nice drum-and-bass line, with chiming chords scattered around it like tiny diamonds on bejeweled wristwear — this snappy, perfectly fizzy summer concoction delivers in smashing fashion on every plane on which it competes. (Warner Bros., PG-13, 122 minutes)

Hostel: Part II Thoughts

Written and
directed by Eli Roth and executive-produced by Quentin Tarantino, 1996’s Hostel opened to $19.5 million, the eighth
biggest bow in January history, and rang up more than $80 million worldwide, against only a $5 million production budget
. It was only natural, then, that distributor Lionsgate would ask for a sequel.

The first film — about three pals backpacking across Europe who, bored with Amsterdam
(!), fall sway to the stories of a fellow partier and head to a hostel in Bratislava, where there are supposedly
drugs, liquor and scorchingly hot women aplenty — was pretty much a willfully depraved exercise in stimulus response. After the neon-lit pleasure trip of its first act, Hostel tilts, in
rather gruesome fashion, toward impressively staged gore-porn, with the guys finding out in firsthand fashion that the hostel is actually a front for a black market
business that provides a homicidal service for disenfranchised thrill junkies.

If it was a xenophobic travelogue gone horribly awry, its sequel follows three young American females down the same rabbit hole, and is an even more starkly realized portrait of amorality. Hostel: Part II isn’t the type of movie you call “good” or leave with any sense of surging, cathartic excitement — rather, you sort of want to find some Purell and scrub your brain clean — but it is accomplished and authentically sketched within its own clearly defined parameters. “Impressively sick,” I guess you’d say. A proper full-length review will follow tomorrow or perhaps later tonight, but for more about Roth’s thoughts on the NC-17, first-pass cut of the movie, click here.

UPDATE 6/10: For the full review, click here.

Naomi Watts to Play Angelina Jolie?

So according to Variety, Naomi Watts has inked to star in We Are All the Same, an adaptation of Nightline correspondent Jim Wooten’s 2004 book about Gail Johnson, a white South African woman who adopted a black baby stricken with AIDS, then traveled the world with the child to raise awareness about his plight.

A bit ridiculously on-the-nose, that title, don’t you think? (It also smacks of that’s-a-mouthful similarity to Watts’ We Don’t Live Here Anymore, a poor-grossing, enervated adaptation of Andre Dubus’ short stories, which in turn sounded like a Ryan Adams song.) Geopolitical hot-riser Keir Pearson (a co-writer on Hotel Rwanda, and author of the announced Son of Al Qaeda) is adapting the story, which holds some promise, but a lot about this movie depends on who comes on board as director. Why do I feel like John Curran or John Madden or Sydney Pollack are already fielding calls about this project? Ugh. My left field vote would be someone like Niels Mueller. Or, if I’m being completely unrealistic, D.J. Caruso, who desperately needs to escape the genre ghetto, but won’t do something like this, because the fact that Disturbia was such a big hit means he’s getting hot-shit offers to do the Wolverine movie and other big, summer-type flicks.

Frankie Laine: That Old Lucky Sun

Born Francesco Paolo LoVecchio, which I believe is Polish, singer Frankie
Laine went on to score more than 70 chart hits, and rack up sales in excess of
250 million albums worldwide
. He wasn’t a teenybopper success, though. Though born
in 1913, it wasn’t until the mid-1950s that Laine really came into his own and enjoyed
his biggest success, which came when he started recording theme tunes for
movies and television shows, most notably Rawhide
and Gunfight at the OK Corral. Work
hosting three separate variety shows followed, and Laine carved out a nice
niche as a hard-working, scruffy-bearded showman. While Frank Sinatra sang
about always doing it his way, Laine rocked the unshaven look before
it was boho-fashionable, and arguably suffered the consequences
, allegedly turning
down an invitation to sing at the White House that came with a whispered side-condition
of some special grooming.

Whether singing the blues, torch songs, gospel tunes,
western theme songs or even jazz, “Old Leather Lungs,” as Laine was known,
brought to bear his own sense of style and personality through a sonorous baritone
.
This DVD features a full Laine concert from a 1976 tour of the United Kingdom,
and includes the hit songs “That Old Lucky Sun,” “Jezebel” and “Jealousy,” as
well as “Love Story,” the aforementioned “Rawhide,” “Your Cheating Heart,” “Wrap
Your Troubles in Dreams,” “You’re the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me,” “Lord,
You Gave Me a Mountain,” “Dream a Little Dream of Me” and more. Sadly, Laine passed
away in February of this year 2007, leaving behind 21 gold records and plenty
of fans, but also many more people who never got to appreciate Laine and his
place in the rank of crooner’s of his erae. This program serves as a perfect example
of the beautiful music he brought into this world.

Presented on a region-free disc in a regular Amray case, That Old Lucky Sun comes with a 5.1
surround sound audio track, and runs a brisk 45 minutes
. The picture is decent,
if understandably not crystal clear, but the audio more than makes up for any
visual shortcomings. There are unfortunately no supplemental extras herein, but
this program is a perfect encapsulation and overview of Laine’s career, and
somehow one doesn’t mind quite as much as one normally might. B (Concert) C
(Disc)

Moore Flogs Sicko on Oprah

Once again I yesterday caught part of Oprah Winfrey’s eponymous show (see: TiVo, girlfriend), but I was given pause by the fact that filmmaker Michael Moore was her first guest (reclusive author Cormac McCarthy was the other interview, involving a roadie to New Mexico for Oprah). The subject, of course, was Moore’s forthcoming documentary about the American health care system, Sicko, which premiered at the recent Cannes Film Festival, and is set to bow Stateside on June 29, from the Weinstein Company.

For today, at least, Moore was in the form of more of a plaintive wheedler than a Cuban-beach-storming firebrand (incidentally, I believe that bit of pre-release flogging is why Martin Lawrence, Will Smith and Michael Bay will respond to the movie), and it worked. Among the more compelling footage shown was a clip from the Congressional testimony of a contrite Dr. Linda Peeno, who talked movingly about the great career benefits she gained as a managed care adjustor denying claims she knew to be legitimate, including one that eventually directly led to a man’s death. With President Bush’s popularity hovering at all-time record low levels, and even massive chunks of his base disgusted with his leadership in Iraq and on matters of immigration, it will be interesting to see if Sicko can punch through partisan chatter and add health care to the national political debate, particularly since Senator Barack Obama has now outlined his own health care overhaul, coming on the heels of former Senator John Edwards’ detailed plan. One positive sign — Oprah’s already planning to flag the issue for continued web site dialogue and future show updates, meaning its flames won’t soon turn to embers.

Kevin Smith Does Porn

Per the Los Angeles Times, the Weinstein Company has pulled the trigger on Kevin Smith’s Zack and Miri Make a Porno, a bawdy sex comedy budgeted at $15 million. Inspired/shamed by a 15-year high school reunion, two Minnesotan slacker friends dive into amateur porn, to characteristically comedic effect.

Granted, this sounds a little bit like The Amateurs (now The Moguls), but that movie should be rated PG-13, and we all know that’s not going to happen with Smith’s film, which he’s said will feature nudity, but of the “funny, not gratuitous” variety. Smith and filthy sex talk go together like fat kids and cake, so this pairing of filmmaker and material seems a natural, and a good financial bet as well. Too bad it’s not Zak and Sara Make a Porno, though, if only to include the Ben Folds song…

On Halloween’s Trailer

The web site for this August’s new spin on the Halloween franchise has gone live, featuring a pretty substantive trailer warning that viewers must be “age-appropriate.” OK, thanks. Written and directed by Rob Zombie, the film is of course an origin story of sorts, with Malcolm McDowell inheriting the role of Dr. Loomis, made so famous earlier in the series by the late Donald Pleasance. I’ll be getting into this more later in the summer, but I’m not necessarily one of those franchise purists automatically set to hate this picture. Zombie, after all, did some pretty amazing things with The Devil’s Rejects, which was merrily depraved and of a singular vision, whatever one’s value judgment of it. In old-school fashion, though, I do miss the frittered-away, tattoo-fed, man-in-black plot strands of Halloween V. Call me crazy, I guess. I would’ve loved to have seen something pick up on those, though maybe they’ll be interwoven into this picture, if only slightly; Zombie was noncommittal on that matter when I last interviewed him. At any rate, the trailer works as a sort of sermon to the choir, I guess, but younger genre fans may need a more focused sales job. To access the Halloween site, click here. Be aware, though, that its base-level sound is cranked to bejesus-high levels.

The Costner Credo

At some point, hubris and/or delusion knock down a lot of superstars, and it’s not particularly hard to figure out why. Once big
time success comes for any actor, their circle of trusted friends and
advisors tends to shrink, and with it the number of people who can
speak the brutal truth and play hardcore devil’s advocate in matters of
a career
. If a star doesn’t have a strong sense of their own talent and of what
makes for worthwhile individual artistic pursuit, he or she can be in
for a bumpy ride. Whatever one makes of Kevin Costner’s past failures —
and between them, Waterworld and The Postman
spilled a lot of gossip column ink — it can’t be said that the 52-year-old Costner currently holds unreasonable expectations about his career. As both an
actor and director, he does what he wants and accepts the market’s
reply with more or less a shrug.

In 2005, Costner notably teamed with filmmaker Mike Binder for the idiosyncratic and at times downright combative The Upside of Anger, about a fallow, worn-down baseball player turned alcoholic deejay who butts heads in roundabout romantic fashion with widower Joan Allen. His latest film, Mr. Brooks,
is a dark and careening ensemble piece about a family man who
moonlights as a notorious serial killer, hardly the sort of
meat-and-potatoes career restoration project one would expect of a big
summer release. “I know maybe some longtime people who’ve enjoyed my
movies might be offended by this, might think that it’s too harsh,”
says Costner during a recent interview.
“I get that, and I accept that. But I don’t want to cater to my
audience, I just want to feed it, you know? Take it or not take it.
It’s an honest effort.”

This complete lack of illusions about Mr. Brooks’ place in the
current market stands in refreshing contrast to the manner in which
many stars hold on to a reflection of only their most idealized and
successful selves
. “Yeah, there’s blood, there’s a lot of blood,” says
Costner of Mr. Brooks. “But that’s what this movie is about.
And there’s a lot of tenderness in it too, so what is everybody so
afraid of? Not being #1 at the box office? Well, we ain’t going to
be — we’re not even going
to come close.”
For the full feature piece, from FilmStew, click here.

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.

Disappeared

Films with rampaging dads exercising familial retribution have
enough entries to probably qualify as their own subgenre
, both in the basest,
direct-to-video form and in more tricked-out iterations (think The Patriot, for instance). No prurience
or real cathartic release is to be found in Disappeared,
however, starring Ray Winstone.

Written by Simon Tyrrell and directed by Adrian Shergold,
the movie is of said genre, with Winstone (Sexy
Beast
, The Proposition)
starring as Harry Sands, a self-made, middle class family man, happily married
with two children. When he learns that his college-age daughter has gone
missing in Istanbul, however, Harry
flies out to find her. To his horror, he discovers from Olivia’s best friend
Manda (Emily Corrie) that the two of them have been working as nightclub
dancers, and not as charity workers as Harry and his wife were led to believe.

So begins Harry’s hunt for his missing daughter, a labyrinthine
journey that leads him to suspect businessmen Peter Vine (David Westhead) and
Metin Fazouk (Dimitri Andreas). Olivia hasn’t been prostituting herself, as the
film goes to painstaking lengths to stress, but Peter, Metin and possibly other
figures seem to have an unhealthy pattern of nursing crushes on girls half
their age. So that leads to… an awful lot of chin-wagging, actually. The police
are sort of helpful, but move too slowly for Harry’s liking; basically everyone
keeps expressing sympathy to Harry, saying, “I have a daughter too.” Winstone
gives a decent performance, but the chief problem is that Disappeared doesn’t make particularly good use of the potentially
intimidating figure that he can cut
. He’s a somewhat neutered character, and
the audience keeps waiting for something to interrupt the movie’s solemnly
plotted track. Shergold, too, proves a fairly cut-rate director; he leans
heavily on affected slow-motion, and this tack — along with some quite murky
and shaky handheld camerawork in a few key passages throughout the film’s
second act — certainly don’t help elevate the material.

Housed in a regular Amray case, Disappeared is presented in somewhat grainy 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen,
with English language Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound and 2.0 stereo audio tracks.
There are no supplemental bonus materials, only a gallery of four preview
trailers, including one for The Breed. The film scores points for not being a completely desultory revenge tale, but it’s not really plausible or gripping enough to recommend to the arthouse set. C (Movie) D+ (Disc)

Dante’s Cove: The Second Season

When America’s
premium gay television network here! (the “queer” and “get used to it” being
implicit) delivered, in the fall of 2005, its first original series to its available
audience base of more than 50 million households, Dante’s Cove instantly became one of the most talked about shows in
the gay community, thanks probably in equal measure to its well-toned cast and
predilection for campiness
. The show unashamedly mixed together sex, horror and
elements of the supernatural and gay culture, and then pressed “puree” on the
blender.

Dante’s Cove: The
Complete Second Season
, available this week in a two-disc set from Genius
Products, revisits the peaceful beach town where not everything is as its
seems, and checks back in on the sexy, young denizens, picking up where season
one left off. Hunky barkeep Toby (Charlie David) and the older, menacing
Ambrosius (William Gregory Lee) continue to fight for the affection of Kevin (Gregory
Michael), while artist Van (Nadine Heiman) asks witchy sorceress Grace (Tracy
Scoggins) to help teach her to use her newfound powers, much to the dismay of
her girlfriend Michelle (Erin Cummings).

The residents of the Hotel Dante are forced to deal with
many tough obstacles this season, including addiction, infidelity, coming out,
breaking up and death. (No split personalities or evil twins… yet.) Several
newcomers also join the diverse cast this season, including Queer as Folk’s Thea Gill as Diana, a
woman whose past and future are intertwined with the lives of Grace and
Ambrosius, and Gabriel Romero as Marco, the handsome owner of the local outdoor
bar. Other new characters include bad boy Kai (German Santiago), who’s
good at getting his customers what they need, legal or illegal, and Colin
(Dylan Vox), who runs the island’s private sex club and naturally conceals a
dark secret that comes to compromise some of his illicit endeavors.

Dark Shadows, of
course, was the original supernatural-tinged sudser, and I guess NBC tried the
same thing a few years back with one of their daytime offerings, a series whose
name currently escapes me. For better or worse, Dante’s Cove utilizes these elements fairly sparsely, meaning there’s
lots of teeth-gnashing dialogue and emoting instead of deep and labyrinthine explication
by way of intra-show mythology. What the series most has going for it is its
abundance of secrets and reversals
, and the manner in which the show’s writers
run these back and forth, across one another. Still, the characterizations
really hew quite frequently to a rather WeHo-narrow interpretation of gay life,
and the camp-factor alone can’t make this worthy of crossover viewing for most mainstream
soap fans.

Housed in a regular Amray case, and presented in widescreen with an English language stereo track,
the set’s bonus fatures include a smattering of deleted scenes and a handful
of brief featurettes
. The men and women of the cast (and yes, there are some,
despite the boys’ prominence in the show’s marketing, per the above) get separate
featurettes, and other behind-the-scenes material gives viewers a bit of a peek
at the making of the show. For more information, visit the series’ web site by
clicking here
. C- (Series) B (Disc)