Daily Archives: July 5, 2007

Germany Underwrites New Tom Cruise Flick

So a portion of this piece from Variety, on the German government’s decision to help fund United Artists’ Valkyrie — a rooted-in-truth drama, directed by Bryan Singer, about an assassination plot against Adolf Hitler during World War II — struck me as interesting. The project has already been in the news, of course, due to the government turning down the production’s repeated entreaties to shoot at an actual historical location, all owing to Cruise’s beliefs as a Scientologist, which the German government views as totalitarian.

What I don’t get, I guess, is how the government’s $80 million annual federal film fund — $6.5 million of which will go to Valkyrie — doles out its kitty. Production incentives and enormous tax rebates are one thing, and totally old hat, part of the game of luring Hollywood flicks abroad, but chipping in cash on a foreign production would seem to be the role of an investor, no? What, exactly, does the government get for its money? I know production money then flows back to local economies via catering, room and board, local artisans, etcetera, but how does it benefit German filmmakers or fans to throw that kind of money at a Hollywood flick?

Meanwhile, if the grant — which exceeds the total cost of most German
features — seems generous, it’s not the biggest of the year. In April, the same government agency put up $12.3
million for Warner Bro.’s Speed Racer
, starring Emile Hirsch, Christina Ricci and Matthew Fox, which is currently shooting at
Studio Babelsberg just outside of Berlin.

More Thoughts on Transformers

It’s not particularly surprising that Michael Bay personally introduced a recent screening of Transformers
by enthusiastically announcing that he was there “to make sure it’s
fucking loud.” This is a director, after all, who has built his entire
career around action brawn, pumped-up soundtracks, slow-mo visuals,
canted close-ups and a penchant for somewhat tacky
exclamation
. Nuance is not really part of his vocabulary. Luckily for
him, it’s not the public’s most coveted quality in entertainment either. Having pulled in $8.8 million during its nationwide Monday
night sneak previews, and a record $27 million-plus from its opening
day haul (biggest Tuesday opening ever… blah, blah, blah), Transformers
is a big, old-fashioned blockbuster, that much is certain. Nothing that
I or any other critic might say about the movie will derail its
downhill momentum. Sequels will be spawned, a hearty line of spin-off
products launched
, and a somewhat struggling studio (the newly
betrothed Paramount/DreamWorks) rejuvenated with a new franchise.

So what to make of Transformers’ success, especially coming on the heels of the all-out domestic implosion of Bay’s last film, 2005’s The Island?
The most immediate lessons are two-fold: 1) That special effects and a
suitably rousing trailer can really still rally the youth dollar; and,
2) As depressingly close-minded as such backwards-gazing nostalgia is,
Hollywood studios will continue to value name-brand properties — really
any franchise, almost — over original ideas
, if only for their
perceived ability to deliver a built-in audience. Transformers, of course, is based on a toy line of convertible kids’ action figures from the 1980’s; with G.I. Joe I believe already in development, can a live-action Centipede, Pac-Man or Donkey Kong movie be far behind? For another full review of the movie, from FilmStew, click here.

Echo & The Bunnymen: Dancing Horses


Fronted by the gloriously gloomy Ian McCulloch, Echo &
the Bunnymen’s melancholic post-punk sound — studded with elements of both New
Wave and psychedelic rock — brought the group a slew of hits in the United
Kingdom
in the early 1980s. In the United
States
, meanwhile, the band attracted a
significant cult following after their self-titled release in 1987. Through the
past two-and-a-half decades, the group has undergone a number of lineup
changes, somewhat messy break-ups and half-hearted reformations, but earlier in
2007 they re-signed to their original record label, cut a new record and
embarked on a mini-tour.

The performance on the new concert DVD Dancing Horses was filmed and recorded at the Shepherds Bush Empire
in the UK in November
of 2005. It includes a robust 20-song set, and serves as outstanding proof of
the group’s songwriting ability and musicianship, if not necessarily their stage
presence
. “Going Up” kicks things off, followed by “The Back of Love,” “Bring
on the Dancing Horses,” “Scissors in the Sand” and “The Cutter.” It’s not until
“With a Hip” and “Stormy Weather,” though, that the show really gets some lift,
though McCulloch promptly squanders a good portion of that with an affected, cigarette-smoking
performance of “The Killing Moon.” The cyclical guitar work and steady bass
line of “Never Stop,” scores high marks, and the show’s simple but artistic direction
effectively puts one in the moment, but overall the Bunnymen could stand to
benefit from an infusion of dynamism. “Of a Life,” “The Disease,” “All That
Jazz,” “In the Margins,” “Villier’s Terrace,” “Show of Strength,” “Rescue,” “Nothing
Lasts Forever,” “Ocean Rain” and the radio hit “Lips Like Sugar” comprise the
rest of the disc’s set list.

Housed in a clear plastic Amray case, Dancing Horses is presented in a 16×9 aspect ratio, with 5.1 Dolby
digital surround sound and PCM stereo audio tracks, the latter of which actually
seems a bit stronger and clearer. The disc’s main motion menu screen gives way
to the 86-minute concert, but the real added value of this release lies in its
47 minutes of interview offerings with McCulloch and Sergeant
, who in their
separate chats dish on everything from the origin and metaphorical nature of
the title of their new album, Siberia
(“I don’t wanna say juxtapose, because it’s a crap word…” says Sergeant,
amusingly), to how their songwriting collaborations have changed over the years
(in short, much less in-room jamming these days). Title cards with the
off-screen interviewer’s questions set the table, and McCulloch and Sergeant
take it from there in fascinating fashion, with only the thick brogue of the former
giving one occasional pause. C+ (Concert) B (Disc)