There are so many movies to write about — including some great stuff out there in the middle distance — but the canted coming-of-age tale Rocket Science, the very loosely autobiographical feature directorial debut of Spellbound director Jeffrey Blitz, is a real treat. Great performances, including a droll anchoring lead turn by young Reece Thompson, give this movie a certain appreciable honesty on its own skewed terms. I’ll have more next week, but the film’s trailer is available here; it releases August 10 from Picturehouse.
Monthly Archives: August 2007
Matt Damon on Jason Bourne

At the recent press day for The Bourne Ultimatum, Matt Damon talked about wrapping up a series
that has meant so much to him, personally and professionally, and why he thinks
the Bourne movies have so connected
with audiences. “Maybe Good Will Hunting
did, because it pulled Ben and I out of total obscurity, but in terms of having
an impact on my career, there hasn’t been a role that’s had a bigger impact on
my life,” says Damon. “The movies have come out over the course of five, but
it’s been seven years of my life coming back to the character.”
out,” continues Damon. “The first one [came out in] 2002, and it’s a post 9/11
movie, with all of the fear, all of the paranoia, everything in there. And what
I love about them is that you’ll be able to look back and know the second one
is (from) 2004, when things are starting to turn in
and now this kind of American guy, this iconic American figure, is going and
apologizing and atoning for his misdeeds, for things that he’s done — he’s
taking responsibility. Now you have the movie ending where Bourne is pulling
the gun and putting it to the head of the person who lied to him, who said,
‘This is what you’re going to be doing, you’re going to be saving American
lives.’ And Bourne’s saying, ‘I see now that you led me into something under
false pretences, and now I understand that and I’m not going to do that
anymore.’ And so each movie is very much a reflection of the time in which it’s
made. We obviously have all the images of water-boarding, of somebody getting
shot in the corner of the room who Bourne doesn’t even know what he did. He
asks what did he do? He’s told, ‘We’ve been through that; you can’t know that.’
So there’s somebody who’s an American who’s killed without a trial. And all of
these things are just little nods to the world that we’re living in right now.
And I like that about the movies, they feel relevant. Bourne has a lot of
integrity, I do think he’s a very American character, and I like that about him
— his thoughtfulness, his intelligence, the fact that he’s trying to do the
right thing, doesn’t always do the right thing or his misled, but is trying to
do the right thing.” For the review of the movie, click here.
Andy Samberg on Hot Rod’s Script
While it seems perfectly suited for his own silly,
free-flowing style, the script for Andy Samberg’s new film, Hot Rod,
has actually been around a while, as Samberg recounted at a recent press day
for the movie. “It was written by Pam Brady, who co-wrote the South Park movie and Team America, which are two of our
favorite movies, and it was originally developed for Will Ferrell,” he says. “I
guess it was ’99 or something when she wrote it, so it definitely had been
around, and just [because of] that alone there were adjustments we had to make.
A lot of other movies had come out, and things had been done since then. But if
you actually read her original script, there are so many movies that came out
since she wrote that… she was ahead of the game, it was actually kind of crazy.
But the first thing we had to do was make it something I was comfortable
performing and so it didn’t seem like I was doing a bad Will Ferrell
impression. And I think we got away with that.”
The “we” to which Samberg refers to isn’t a royal (or schizophrenic) affectation — it’s Lonely Island collaborators Akiva Schaffer, who makes his feature directorial debut, and Jorma Taccone, who appears in the movie. To that end, though uncredited, Samberg and his longtime pals “threw every idea and weird bit that we had into
it while staying to the original idea and characters Pam had put in place.” One of those ideas: a fetishistic homage to Footloose.
scene is amazing!,’ just the idea [that he’s] so angry and furious with rage
that he has to dance,” explains Samberg. “And Akiva, Jorma [and I] have
written a bunch of other stuff together, and we had that scene in a few other
things before this project that never got made. So when we got to Hot Rod, I was like, ‘We can do the Footloose
scene!’” Yes, Samberg got to dance, at long last. It’ll be another 24 hours or so before projected box office numbers dictate what form of loose celebration, if any, next takes place…
Beverly Hills Cop IV News, Thoughts
At the recent press day for Stardust, I asked erstwhile
Warner Bros. executive turned Transformers
and Shooter
producer Lorenzo di Bonaventura — who’s currently prepping Nowhereland with Eddie Murphy — about the status of the long-rumored Beverly Hills Cop IV,
which has been parsed and examined by studio bean-counters trying to figure out
if an R-rated franchise installment would make any sense given Murphy’s current
family-crowd drawing power.
always think of the movieas an Axel Foley movie and less as Beverly
Hills Cop.”
series, and to try to replicate what they did would be a mistake,” continues di
Bonaventura. “We have the advantage of enough time having passed that Axel is a
different guy. What that guy is another question, but that’s going to be the
interesting challenge — how do you take what you loved about him and move it 20
years older? Because he’s a very cocky cat, that’s cool when you’re
twentysomething, but how is it when you’re fortysomething, how do you make that
acceptable when you’re fortysomething? For me, I want to see a little build, I want
to see something happen to Axel where you go, ‘Come on Axel, get cocky again!’
You have to make the audience wish him to be that cocky guy.”
He’s right, of course, di Bonaventura — but the problem, in addition to so-so grosses of the last installment, from 1994 (it grossed $42 million Stateside, but $76 million internationally), is that Murphy remains an aloof and kind of surly public figure. The young, brash, beaming Murphy of Saturday Night Live is gone, replaced with stories of churlish behavior, the obligatory out-of-wedlock love child (with Scary Spice, was it?), and, most damningly, a string of uninspired, mush-mouthed, lowest-common-denominator movies.
All of this is thought to have cost Murphy the Best Supporting Actor Oscar for the heavily hyped Dreamgirls. When people see an actor milking a role generally considered long past its prime, as with Sylvester Stallone and last year’s Rocky Balboa, they want some small degree of prostration — a nod of atonement for interim missteps, real or perceived. Why does it not seem likely that Murphy will either grasp or offer that?
Danny Boyle on Sunshine’s Diversity
I chatted with Danny Boyle recently about Sunshine,
and confirmed what I probably already knew in my gut — that the guy is
whipsmart, intellectually curious and therefore predisposed to make the sort of
movies that, to whatever degrees they individually fail or succeed, still have
an involvement, strong visual sense, momentary hold or some other element that
leaves them kicking around in your head for a bit, unlike so much cookie cutter
studio product.
and turns of Sunshine,
but one thing it most certainly has going for it is a legitimate sense of
uncertainty and ambiguity with respect to who’s getting out of any given
situation. “What’s lovely about an ensemble in space is that you don’t really
know who’s going to dominate in the end, and you can also kill them in any
order that you want,” says Boyle. “And there are some great deaths available in
space; because it’s so hostile, you can kill people in interesting ways.
That was one of the joys — getting all these actors together and then killing
them.”
together an interesting and disparate group that includes Rose Byrne, Cliff Curtis, Chris Evans,
Troy Garity, Cillian Murphy, Hiroyuki Sanada, Mark Strong, Benedict Wong and
Michelle Yeoh, but it’s not just a collection skewed toward international
commercial viability, as you see with some movies. “The original script doesn’t
define their gender even, and it certainly doesn’t define their nationality or
race,” notes Boyle. “It’s interesting, because space movies tend to quite
colorless like that — it’s just a group of people, and you can identify with
any of them, because they don’t have any social conventions that they’re
obeying on Earth. But for me, I felt that it should be an American-Asian
mission, because all the advice was that in 50 years time the only economies that
would be able to pay for this sort of staggering cost of space travel would be
the American economy, maybe still, but certainly the Asian economies that are
emerging. And (people we talked to) said probably
and
but we sort of ignored that a bit, because it was getting too disparate. So we
made the movie mostly American and Asian, and then I just started to search for
my favorite bunch of actors to create an interesting mix. Michelle was the
first to be cast, and I remember saying to her, ‘You can play any part you
want.’ And she picked Corazon, which is actually a Mexican name.”
Matt Damon on The Daily Show
Matt Damon was on The Daily Show last night to promote The Bourne Ultimatum, and it was another effortlessly charismatic appearance, a reminder of the easy, penthouse-to-sidewalk rapport that both Damon and his pal Ben Affleck have with the press. Damon chatted comfortably with Jon Stewart (who mentioned Death to Smoochy, naturally), told an interesting though possibly apocryphal anecdote about Fat Man and Little Boy (about crew members wagering over how many Oscars it was going to win — the point being that you never quite know how something’s going to play with an audience) and said of the third installment in his spy franchise: “We’re just happy it doesn’t suck. The fact that people love it is great.”
Michelle Pfeiffer on Working with Her Husband
Hot Rod
Directed by Saturday Night Live writer and fellow Lonely Island collaborator Akiva
Schaffer, Andy Samberg’s willfully doofy film debut, Hot Rod, is a comedy powered by the twin turbines of
over-baked emotion and adolescent alienation. Live-at-home amateur stuntman Rod Kimble (Samberg, above) is desperate for the admiration of his
gruff stepfather Frank (Ian McShane), who picks on Rod and tosses
him around like a rag doll in their weekly sparring sessions. When
Frank falls ill, Rod — still believing a physical beatdown is the only
way to gain Frank’s respect — concocts a plan: jump 15 buses, raise
enough money for Frank’s emergency heart operation, and then… kick his
ass.
Napoleon Dynamite and Billy Madison, which indulged a similar fondness for hallucinatory asides.
Hot Rod applies the former film’s zonked-out petulance and clumsy
inelegance to a little-engine-that-could underdog story, while taking
the serial silliness of the latter to occasionally dizzying new
heights. To the movie’s credit, it cannily overplays its hand in
virtually every scene requiring sincere emotion or plot advancement
(including a fetishistic recreation of the wooded training sequence in
Footloose). Still, the relationships are all phony, since the comedy is
discrete and scene-specific, with characters and motivations changing
to suit various moments. In essence, this is a comedy destined to play in college dorm rooms over the next couple of years, with plenty of inebriated holler-backs. While often funny, Hot Rod doesn’t quite have the
steadying, consistent throughline of a fellow ramshackle comedy like, say, Tommy
Boy. Wow, I can’t believe I just typed that…
For my original review text, from CityBeat (from which the above is expanded), click here and scroll down. I’ll have more thoughts on the film — including why its taco versus grilled cheese sandwich sequence may be a metaphor for the immigration debate — hopefully later in the day, or possibly early tomorrow.
Pointing Out the Obvious…
There will be more on Paul Greengrass and Matt Damon in the coming days but, just to reiterate, the review for The Bourne Ultimatum can be found by clicking here. Or on the movie’s title, really. Totally your choice…
El Cantante
Jennifer Lopez going the indie route in a bid for reclaimed credibility, and while that’s a good tack in theory, the actual films that she’s chosen don’t seem to be able to necessarily pass muster. I don’t have time to pen a full-bodied, more intellectually discerning review, but the first out of the gate, El Cantante — the dramatic biography of Puerto Rican salsa
pioneer Hector Lavoe, and Lopez’s producing debut — doesn’t deliver the goods.
Directed by Leon Ichaso, the film charts, in flashback fashion, the passionate relationship between Puerto Rican-born Lavoe (Marc Anthony) and lively club-goer Puchi (Lopez), as well as the singer’s rocket ride to international
fame with trombonist bandleader Willie Colon (John Ortiz). The subsequent downward spiral tale is a very familiar one (drugs, silly) but Lavoe is a taciturn figure (“I don’t like talking about what hurts me, that’s just the way that I am,” he says), and the movie never really finds a way to trump that and put a fresh spin on things, narratively speaking.
Ichaso deploys a great (read: large) bag of stylistic directorial tricks (handheld close-ups, textual overlays, plenty of camera pushes and pulls) in an effort to goose you with the energy of the movie’s many music pieces. These bits give the film a thin sheen of wordless joy and pain, but the problem is that El
Cantante says little to nothing about how Lavoe really breaks into the scene, or why the salsa movement catches on, other than one soft-sell monologue about shared minority rhythms and agendas being mashed together for mutual benefit. Other times, Ichaso goes to clichéd slow-motion, to let us know that an “Important Decision” has just been made.
Then there are the framing, 2002-set interview segments with dubious aging make-up (the rest of the movie takes place from the mid-1960s through the ’80s), and just the entire fact that Lopez is playing a character named Puchi, which had me silently snickering and thinking of The Simpsons. Herself a habitual substance abuser, Puchi is basically an enabler and unreliable narrator — a fact which the film concedes and embraces, while also pointing out that she spent more time with Lavoe than anyone else. Again, though, the problem is that we don’t have a grasp of what drives and motivates these characters, individually or together, because the window into their shared life is so small. I suppose El Cantante works as an energy drink-boost for those already neck-deep in the salsa scene, and as a fleeting vehicle for some J-Lo ass-shaking and writhing about (they make sure to work in that scene), but there’s little here to pull in and hold viewers unfamiliar with these characters, and it’s a recognizable story with little, if any, supplementary insight. (Picturehouse, R, 116 minutes)
Matt Damon on Gone Baby Gone
At the recent press day for The Bourne Ultimatum, Matt Damon revealed that he’s seen “hetero life mate” Ben Affleck’s directorial debut, Gone Baby Gone, and “it’s fantastic. The performances are great and every actor is going to want to work with Ben after they see this thing.” Damon also revealed that while they’re not currently working on a script together, there is the loose sense of a plan to reunite for something that would involve more than just appearing in front of the camera. Gone Baby Gone releases in limited fashion from Miramax on October 19; for its trailer, and thoughts on the same, click here.
On Runaway Producer Credits
At the recent press day for Stardust, I asked former Warner Bros. executive turned independent producer Lorenzo di Bonaventura (Transformers, Shooter) about the phenomenon of the runaway producer’s credit, and how the moniker is now passed out seemingly willy-nilly, to every actor’s manager, studio vice president, star’s family member or what not. It was unusual and a very big deal a decade ago when Face/Off had nine producers; now that runs about standard for big studio projects and genre fare. Recently, Material Girls had 19 credited producers, for Chrissakes.
Still, despite the gold-foil-star absurdity of it all, di Bonaventura doesn’t see a way to fit the genie back in the bottle. “I don’t think there’s anything that can be done about it,” he says. “A lot of people are granted producers’ credits for different parts of the function, so what’s happened is that there’s been a sort of dilution of what it means to be a producer. …It was resolved in terms of how many people could go up and be presented an Oscar, but in terms of how many people get credit on a movie, there’s no contractual limitation on it.”
“There’s vanity credits, sure,” di Bonaventura continues. “But the truth is that there are a lot of people who don’t go on set who make great contributions to movies. So it’s a tricky [situation], because it’s not clear-cut who’s doing what. If you bought the project and you put the director and star into it, you did pretty good, right? So you mean you’re not a producer if you don’t at least go to the set? It’s one of those arguments where you can argue any side of it unfortunately.”
He’s right, of course, except that the dilution of other Hollywood credits (just like any out-of-work yahoo can call themselves an actor, director or writer) doesn’t typically engender the ability for one party to materially take advantage of another. A dodgy producer who’s amassed a passably legit credit list can leverage that cachet into option windows on written works or, ya know, sex with stupid aspirant starlets or other favors. The charlatans and jerk-offs may certainly be known within the industry’s core, but Hollywood does its second-class citizens no favors by not addressing the issue more aggressively.
Samberg on Bourne: “It Causes Syphilis…”
Andy Samberg appeared on Late
Night with Conan O’Brien last night, in support of Hot Rod, but the bulk of his time was actually devoted to an
anecdote about he and his friend and cast mate, Jorma Taccone, convincing their
Canadian union set driver to follow their lead and rub strong-scented
peppermint oil on his balls (don’t ask, regarding the set-up). He allegedly
did, and they snapped an amusing photo of him.
screen offerings going up against Hot Rod,
saying that he’d heard if audiences went to see Underdog, their eyes would burn out of their
head and their faces would melt, like in Indiana
Jones and the Temple of Doom. He wasn’t done there, though. “It’s strange.
Great movie, perfectly fine if you see it once, but I’ve heard that if you see The Simpsons Movie
a second time, you get IBS. …And if you see The Bourne Ultimatum,
you’ll get syphilis.”