CineVegas has finalized the complete lineup for its 11th annual festival, including Bobcat Goldthwait‘s World’s Greatest Dad as the closing night film, it was announced today by Artistic Director Trevor Groth. Starring Robin Williams, the dark comedy centers around high school poetry teacher Lance Clayton, who, after a freak accident, desperately tries to reconnect with his teenage son Kyle (Daryl Sabara), as well as a painfully adorable art teacher, Claire (Alexie Gilmore). Presumably, dogs are not fellated. For more information on the festival, which runs June 10-15 at the Palms Casino Resort and Brenden Theatres in Las Vegas, click here.
Daily Archives: April 16, 2009
Trend Watch: Female Asses Waxing!
Of the five movies I’ve seen in the past 30 hours, three have featured bare female asses (or their thong-clad equivalent), four have shown lingering close-ups of said asses, and three have featured women asking men if they like their asses. (Smartly, all answered yes.) Curious, this grouping… clearly a developing trend to watch. Well, one can hope, at least.
The Girlfriend Experience Trailer Compares Hourly Rates
Slightly screwy, unadjustable embed code aside, the dialogue-tree trailer for Steven Soderbergh’s The Girlfriend Experience (above) really shouldn’t have the start-up freeze-capture of the above two dudes, since it’s adult film starlet Sasha Grey who plays the high-end flesh-peddler offering the film’s centerpiece transactional attraction, but what are you gonna do? Pushing the notion of an hourly-rate comparison between Gray’s character and her boyfriend, a personal trainer, is a good tack, and not at all thematically irrelevant, since the movie underscores our shared societal obsession with money and security (are they the same?), all against the backdrop of a crumbling economy.
The film itself, which I caught earlier this week, is intriguing on a couple levels — more on it soon — but also kind of an unfulfilled premise. It works chiefly as a crystal-clear, extended metaphor for Soderbergh’s view of the (legit) film industry, but it also left me wanting more. From the hip, I’d slot it somewhere between Bubble (which I rather adored) and Full Frontal (which I rather didn’t) in Soderbergh’s recent dig-vid experimental canon.