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The Social Network


A $25 billion idea began with something to which almost everyone can relate: a sense of drunken aggrievement. One night in October of 2003, having just been dumped by his girlfriend, status-obsessed, socially maladjusted Harvard sophomore Mark Zuckerberg hacked into the university’s computers to create a site that featured a database of all the women on campus. An instant viral hit, the stunt crashed Harvard’s servers, but provided the underpinnings for Facebook, which today has over 400 million users.

All this is chronicled in director David Fincher’s wildly involving The Social Network, which deftly intercuts the story of this creation with depositions from two separate lawsuits that would spring up — one by a pair of blonde, preppy, upper-crust rowers, the Winklevoss twins (Armie Hammer, pulling double duty), who argue that Zuckerberg (Jesse Eisenberg) stole their idea, and one from Zuckerberg’s friend and business partner, Eduardo Saverin (Andrew Garfield), eventually forced out of the company via the gamesmanship of interloper Sean Parker (Justin Timberlake), Napster’s co-founder.

The accelerated trajectory of these characters — brilliant, brash and soon to be flush with cash — underscores the bullet train of progress represented by the collision of their imaginations with the immediacy of the Internet, where desire gets out ahead of reason, and sets moral compasses spinning. The natural inclination on the part of many filmmakers would be to ladle on artifice, in an effort to play up the movie’s zeitgeist quotient, but Fincher keeps the movie’s tech-y elements at the periphery, focusing instead on the time-honored dramatic elements of isolation, determination, avarice and betrayal.

Eschewing the sort of more naked play for emotionalism that marked his last work, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Fincher instead — with great assistance from Aaron Sorkin’s bristling screenplay, adapted from Ben Mezrich’s book The Accidental Billionaires — presents a consortium of tricky narrators, playing a delightful and engaging game of ping-pong with audience sympathies. The result is undeniably one of the year’s best films — an absorbing thriller for both Luddites and the plugged-in alike. (Sony/Columbia, PG-13, 120 minutes)

Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time (Blu-ray)

Jake Gyllenhaal, Ben Kingsley and Gemma Arterton headline this action-adventure slice of period piece derring-do from producer Jerry Bruckheimer, filled with the sort of exotic locales and visual effects that Hollywood peddles quite well on an annual basis. Oh, and there are ostrich races, too.



So does Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time really catch fire? No, not really. It works reasonably well as a piece of escapist, forgettable small screen entertainment, but it’s not for nothing that the movie was seen as something of an under-performing theatrical dude domestically, grossing $30 of its $90million haul in its opening weekend (even though it would rake in an additional $224 million overseas). For all the Herculean effort expended to give this project lift and consequence, its stakes still feel small, its jostling banter familiar and all its punchy action-drama preordained.

Maybe it’s a result of the source material, and the film’s blindingly obvious franchise ambitions. Adapted as it is from the bestselling videogame series of the same name, the story here is pretty simple and straightforward, built up around fraternal/familial honor and distrust. Some ridiculously solemn opening crawl text and voiceover (“Where Persian sword went, order followed…”) plunks us down outside the holy city of Alamut, where adopted prince Dastan (Gyllenhaal) reluctantly teams up with a native princess, Tamina (Arterton), to safeguard a magical dagger that gives its possessor the power to reverse time and rule the world.

After the sudden death of his father, the king, Dastan finds himself at odds with his brothers (Richard Coyle and Toby Kebbell) and uncle, Nizam (Kingsley), and has to work hard to clear his name and uncover the truth. Adventure, desert escapes and backstabbing ensue (that fun with ostriches, too), all against the backdrop of a narrative that, believe it or not, manages to none-too-subtly sneak in some political statement. (The villain of the piece has secret government assassin squads, and his blundering invasion of a foreign land on trumped-up charges leaves the occupiers unsuccessfully searching for special weapons caches.)

Producer Bruckheimer has enough of a track record of success with these types of film that there are wads of money to throw at the production, and so there is plenty of color and detail in Prince of Persia, though for my money some of the lavish sets — constructed at great cost in Morocco, where the film lensed — actually look a bit chintzy, and too perfect and neat for what should be something a little more gritty and dirty. Or, strike that: could be more interesting if it were so.

Though he has some experience with spectacle in the form of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, director Mike Newell doesn’t have a natural sense of action rhythms — several of the sequences feature both slow-motion and quick edits, to mask deficiencies in coverage — and Prince of Persia suffers mightily in this regard. There’s plenty of swashbuckling and energetic, accented running about, but some of the movie’s comedic relief (in the form of Alfred Molina) feels like a heavy lift, and the film’s playful romantic bickering is fairly insubstantial, owing to a dispiriting lack of engaging chemistry between its leads.

At least technologically speaking, Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time is a solid film to experience the cinematic magic of Blu-ray; Bruckheimer’s productions are nothing if not frame-stuffed, and the pristine 1080p picture and DTS-HD master audio sound quality definitely enhance the action and special effects more than an average action title. In addition to single-disc DVD and single-disc Blu-ray versions, Prince of Persia is also available in a three-disc Blu-ray/DVD combo pack, stored in a cardboard slipcover, which also includes a digital copy of the movie. On DVD, the movie preserves the theatrical exhibition’s 2.40:1 widescreen aspect ratio, with Dolby digital 5.1 English, French and Spanish language tracks, and an English language 2.0 DVS track. On Blu-ray, the film is presented in a 1080p high definition widescreen transfer, with English 5.1 DTS-HD master audio (48kHz/24-bit), English 2.0 DVS, and French and Spanish Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound tracks. Optional English SDH, French and Spanish subtitles are available on each version, which leads to some amusing (and telling) translations of all the background din and clatter (“whooping rhythmically” and “clamoring all” are among the more memorable descriptions).

Most notably, a combo-pack-exclusive interactive “Sands of Time” feature gives fans control of the dagger of time, allowing them to rewind the movie and uncover spun-off, behind-the-scenes magic in over 40 separate segments, each lasting no more than three minutes. It’s a nice touch, certainly, for those given to repeat viewings of the film, or wanting to, say, immediately know more about Gyllenhaal’s workout regiment and the movie’s stunt work. Otherwise, there’s just a single deleted scene, though the DVD version also contains a behind-the-scenes featurette on the film’s production. Running under 20 minutes, the piece includes interview chats with the principal stars, plus all sorts of on-set footage, and interestingly delves into the handcraft work that went into prop making and set construction on site in Morocco. To purchase the three-disc Blu-ray/DVD combo pack, click here. For an eight-dollar coupon off said combo pack, meanwhile, click here. C (Movie) B- (Disc)

Special Screening Set for Secretariat Foundation

Walt Disney Studios announced plans yesterday for a special advance screening of director Randall Wallace and screenwriter Mike Rich’s upcoming film Secretariat, to benefit the Secretariat Foundation. The October 3 event, which takes place five days before the film’s mainstream October 8 theatrical release, will be held at the Kentucky Theater in Lexington, Kentucky, with a cocktail reception following the screening at Portofino Restaurant. For those in the area with means, tickets start at $125 per person, which includes general admission to the
screening and cocktail reception. A $250 ticket also
includes reserved seating at the screening and reception. Tickets are available at Secretariat.com, or by calling 502-893-7997. No word on if John Calipari will be attending.

Kristen Bell’s Movies Strip Away Sight, In Addition To Laughs

It has many more noteworthy sins, certainly, but it’s interesting that Kristen Bell‘s You Again is her second film this year to feature sensory deprivation eating. The other was punishingly unfunny When in Rome, which also essentially had two settings: broad, and broader. That film’s one potentially amusing bit — in which Josh Duhamel’s character takes Bell’s character to a pitch-black restaurant, in which the lack of sight is supposed to heighten other senses, and an appreciation of the food and drink — is botched and rushed. In You Again, it’s Bell’s screen dad, played by Victor Garber, who’s undertaking a diet where he blindfolds himself, in order to let his stomach tell him more naturally when he’s full. No word yet on if this has worked or will work for any audience members, who might blindfold themselves in an effort to even more accurately gauge how full of shit the movie is.

GQ Takes a Look Back at GoodFellas, Minus John Malkovich

Twenty years after the making of GoodFellas, GQ interviews nearly 60 members of the cast and crew, for a comprehensive look back at one of the most endlessly rewatchable American movies ever made. Sadly, there isn’t a knife fight about the various spellings of the film’s title. Money quote from the piece, from John Malkovich, who turned down the role of Jimmy Conway: “It sort of came at a bad time in my life, when I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to think about working. It’s hard to explain why you end up in Eragon and not GoodFellas. But Robert De Niro is fantastic.” For the full read, click here.

Jack Goes Boating

The feature film directorial debut of Philip Seymour Hoffman, Jack
Goes Boating
is a characteristically morose wallow in indie-style
shoe-gazing
that should only please the most dedicated fans of the
talented actor, along with devotees of somewhat similar sad-sack works like Todd Solondz’s
Happiness and James Mangold’s Heavy.

Hoffman stars as oafish limo driver Jack, who masks his sadness with the good-vibe positivity of reggae music, which he keeps in constant rotation on his Walkman. (Yes, Walkman — take that, Steve Jobs!) At the urging of his (only) friend and coworker, Clyde (John Ortiz), Jack awkwardly, elliptically pursues another brokenhearted New Yorker, Connie (Amy Ryan), learning to cook for her since she claims she’s never had anyone fix her a meal. Booze and weed come out, and lingering resentments between Clyde and his wife Lucy (Daphne Rubin-Vega) eventually come bubbling to the surface at an awkward dinner party.

Jack Goes Boating is adapted by Bob Glaudini from his own stageplay (which Hoffman and Ortiz, old theater chums, each have a history with), but the material lacks enough emotional punch to connect as either a more realistically rooted portrait of wounded-soul adult love, or enough sharp-tack detail to score as a searing musing on life’s accumulated miseries. To make up for relatively meager dramatic stakes and goose up the affected melancholy, Hoffman slathers on a jazz score and throws in some montages, to little lasting effect. “Everybody hurts,” R.E.M. once opined. True, but not all portraits of wallflower pain are created equal. (Overture, R, 89 minutes)

A Million Spokes Assays Annual RAGBRAI Adventure

Iowa may not seem like the most logical destination for a film premiere, but when the movie in question is about one of the Hawkeye State’s longest-running sociocultural landmarks, it’s a good fit. Such was the reason and case that I found myself in Sioux City a bit over a month ago, just a couple miles from the Nebraska border, for the debut of A Million Spokes, an engaging independent documentary charting the annual RAGBRAI marathon.

RAGBRAI is an acronym for the Register’s Great Annual Bicycle Ride Across Iowa, since the event is sponsored by the Des Moines Register, and has been ever since it was first thrown together in late August of 1973, as part of a friendly challenge between feature writer/copy editor John Karras, a biking enthusiast, and Don Kaul, the newspaper’s Washington, D.C. bureau columnist. What began in modest fashion as an invited ride-along for Register readers has evolved into a sprawling seven-day event beginning the last week of July along the western border of the state and ending a week later along the eastern border. (Participants typically dip the back wheel of their bike in the Missouri River upon the event’s kick-off, and then celebrate completion by dipping their front tire in the Mississippi River.) The route changes every year, with overnight camping locations rotating among dozens of small towns, many of which understandably see a good portion of their burgh’s businesses enjoy a big boom in sales, since the event routinely draws over 10,000 week-long riders (some from as far away as Australia) and 1,500 or so “day bikers.”

Directed by Varda Hardy and produced by Talia Rodriguez-Shakur and Ken Gorrell, A Million Spokes focuses on a handful of bicyclists, each of whom has a different motivation for taking part in the ride. Some are first-time participants drawn to the sociability of the event, others are hardcore biking enthusiasts (and even competitors) who enjoy RAGBRAI as a sort of late summer tune-up. The challenges facing independent film — of effectively and economically locating a given niche or submarket, and the audiences that are most likely to respond to that sort of storytelling — are myriad, but A Million Spokes, while playing a bit for the heartstrings, admirably encompasses a more robust humanity than a simple glance at its logline might indicate.

Ostensibly a feel-good tale of community spirit and familial bonding, the film does feature some moving narrative strands, including a young, widowed participant riding for his recently deceased wife, with whom he had enjoyed the trip the previous year. But there is also a subject who suffers from severe alcohol poisoning (visiting all sorts of assorted small town watering holes is a big tradition for many riders), and one of the couples in the movie, who good-naturedly joke about their widening personal differences during filming, have since split up, we come to learn in a coda. The movie, in other words, is by turns touching, funny, poignant and sad (like life, really), as well as just flatly curious about its backdrop.

In a lunchtime conversation with the Santa Monica-based Hardy — who was brought on to the project after Rodriguez-Shakur secured an exclusive term-contract window for film rights, and contacted her — the filmmaker confesses no great passion for cycling, per se. Instead, she comes off as someone for whom curiosity is just second-nature, even turning a little flip-cam on her lunchmates to query them about tangentially related matters. It’s that innate trait that helps power A Million Spokes; the level of thought and care that went into capturing the actual RAGBRAI ride, and conveying its experiential essence, rivals that of a production with a hundred times more means and man hours. For the filmmakers, it was important to be able to give viewers various and sundry engaging personalities with whom to identify along the trip, but also a sense of something a lot of us miss these days, in the hustle and bustle of our ever-connected, digital-era lives — of existing within nature and passing through a space not as a silent, distracted traveler, but someone actively doing, in this case quite literally, the legwork of locomotion. To achieve this tack, they commissioned the construction of a special rig which allowed for them to place a cameraman alongside bikers on the route, and also deployed mounted cameras in choice fashion. Finally, certain participants were also given mini-cameras and asked to record their thoughts along the trek, which are then woven artfully into the chronological narrative.

The film’s Friday evening premiere — at a local commercial theater near the Stoney Creek Inn, where an equally convivial dinner reception was held afterward — was a nice affair, attended by several of the film’s subjects, as well as participants and media covering the impending RAGBRAI 2010 launch. The Sioux City humidity — a throwback to childhood for this Southern-raised writer — dampened the enthusiasm not one bit, but instead just made it a bit thicker. Plans for A Million Spokes‘ distribution are currently up in the air, though several heartland-centric film competitions, in addition to other festivals, remain in the mix as possibilities. Stay tuned for updates. For more information on RAGBRAI, meanwhile, click here.

Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam (Blu-ray)

One doubts that a critical opinion will move the commercial needle too much with regards to a movie like Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam, but it’s always worth checking in on the tweens every once in a while, lest they start getting too uppity, and planning their Logan’s Run-type takeover of society more out in the open, in encoded entertainment.

Starring Sonny With a Chance‘s Demi Lovato and the Jonas brothers, this movie returns to the same-named summer music camp where little Mitchie (Lovato) previously came into her own. There, she meets up with friends she made the previous summer. At the same time, music stars Shane, Nate and Jason (Joe, Nick and Kevin Jonas, respectively) are excited to get off the road. Shane, who previously worked at Camp Rock, reconnects with Mitchie. Things are nice. What the campers don’t expect is the opening of a slick, new musical camp across the lake, Camp Star. Led by heady up-and-comers Luke (Matthew Finley) and Dana (Chloe Bridges), these rivals threaten the future of Camp Rock’s existence. Naturally, the only way to solve the differences between the two camps is with a knife fight to the death live musical competition where fans vote for the best camp.

Like all of Disney’s tween-targeted titles, Camp Rock 2 offers up an explosion of layered, color fashion, and lots of cheery noise; director Paul Hoen may not know of subtlety, but he and director of photography David Makin pack the movie’s frames with all sorts of peppiness. What’s kind of dispiriting about Camp Rock 2 is how pat talk of “following one’s dreams” is dragged out and wanly attached to music, without much of a deeper exploration of how songs truly can take the trite and make it soar — infusing hearts with joy and love, and thus actually opening and changing minds. That’s why music will always matter more — that is, deepest — to folks of a younger generation: because it so matches the intensity of feeling of adolescence, which feels like an inescapable sentence rather than merely a phase.

That Camp Rock 2 doesn’t treat this all that honestly isn’t a big sin of commission, really, but it does feel like something of a missed opportunity. The script, credited to Dan Berendsen, Karin Gist and Regina Hicks, doesn’t have a lot of punch in the dialogue, either. Still, the choreography, editing and production value of the musical numbers generally exceeds the quality of the original film. And in a movie like this, isn’t that what matters most, or at least most to the target demographic?

Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam comes to home video with a coupon that allows purchasers to save $6 when they buy the DVD or Blu-ray in tandem with another Disney kiddie-themed title, like any of the various DVD iterations of the High School Musical series. In addition to single-disc Blu-ray and DVD versions, the movie also comes in a three-disc Blu-ray/DVD combo pack, including a digital copy of the movie. On Blu-ray, the movie is presented in 1080p high definition, in 1.78:1 widescreen transfer, with English 5.1 DTS-HD master audio (48 kHz/24-bit) and optional French (5.1 DTS digital surround sound) and Spanish language (Dolby digital 5.1) audio tracks. A selection of music videos (including “Different Summers” and “Walking In My Shoes”) and a behind-the-scenes featurette on the movie’s newest stars is also included, along with a rock-along function which lets viewers track the music in the film. For the younger Guitar Hero aficionado in your home, this title is a solid bet. To purchase the Blu-ray/DVD combo via Amazon, click here. C+ (Movie) B- (Disc)

Held Hostage

Held Hostage, which takes a home invasion siege as its leaping-off point, and charts the story of a single mother forced against her will to take part in a bank robbery, bills itself “a visceral portrait of what it takes to survive against insurmountable odds,” but given that it’s based on victims’ advocate Michelle Renee‘s straightforwardly titled memoir Held Hostage: The True Story of a Mother and Daughter’s Kidnapping, it’s perhaps unsurprising that the film plays as little more a small screen movie-of-the-week. What Held Hostage does have most going for it, though, is a great, evocative DVD cover.

Michelle Estey (Dexter‘s Julie Benz) is a single mother and a bank manager, living with her young daughter Breea (Natasha Calis). One fateful night, masked gunmen break into their home and bind both of them with duct-tape. The next morning, after wiring them both with explosives, they give Michelle an unnerving ultimatum: cooperate in a bank heist, or she and Breea will die via remote control, and along with them the extra “e” in Breea’s name. Michelle complies, and she and her daughter are left unharmed. Then the investigation begins, and with it new questions arise. Neither the police (mostly in the form of Bruce McGill’s investigator) nor her colleagues completely accept Michelle’s frightening story, and as details about her abusive, salacious and debt-riddled past come to light Michelle finds herself a suspect in what one apprehended culprit deems an inside job.

There isn’t a lot of epic scope to this material, granted, but director Grant Harvey goes himself and the audience no favors with the tight, unimaginative manner in which he shoots the script, and ridiculously emotive, on-the-nose (and loud) music further sullies proceedings. This is all Lifetime-type pablum, given that we already know the perpetrators of the crime, and so when Held Hostage transitions into courtroom he said-she said shenanigans (which is more than half the movie), things bog down quickly. Benz, who’s come a long way since Jawbreaker, does her best with the material, and it’s nice to see her get a chance to play a crusading, front-and-center lead. There’s just not nearly enough substance or nuance here to make it worthwhile for the average viewer.

Held Hostage comes to DVD presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, divided into a dozen chapter stops via a static menu screen, with a Dolby digital 5.1 audio track, and optional English and Spanish subtitles. There are unfortunately no supplemental materials, which kind of undercuts the title’s whole empowering-women/true-story vibe. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. C- (Movie) D- (Disc)

Never Let Me Go

Two young Oscar nominees and another ascendant star anchor this very curious project from missing-in-action filmmaker Mark Romanek. Based on the novel of the same name by The Remains of the Day author Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go is an air-quote sci-fi drama with absolutely none of the usual genre trappings, instead grafted onto a mopey period piece love triangle.

The year is 1978, and the setting is a seemingly idyllic English boarding school where the well-mannered kids all live in The Village-esque seclusion. The rub, as they come to find out too soon from a chatty teacher? They’re being raised for their organs, so when they come of age in their 20s or 30s, they’ll make their donations and shuffle off this mortal coil. Kathy (Carey Mulligan), Tommy (Andrew Garfield, newly cast as Spider-Man) and Ruth (Keira Knightley) eventually leave the shelter of their school, sent to a sort of halfway house. The latter two are a couple, and Kathy, crushing on Tommy but eventually taking work as a counselor of enablement, has to decide between moving on and reconnecting with Tommy, filing for a deferment that may give them a coupe years together.

In both his groundbreaking music video work and 2002’s One Hour Photo, Romanek has shown a remarkable gift for tapping into personal isolation and despair, which he plumbs with only mixed results here. Despite all the morose signposts, the film never really catches fire as a doomed love story, which is clearly the target for which it’s aiming. Furthermore, it seems antithetical to the very nature of the conceit that there’s no particular angsty rebellion over their forced expiration, but that’s the case here. (Even the language they use is divorced from any personal feeling; final mortal donation is “completion,” not dying.) Perhaps that’s part of the delicate, emotionally shattering nature of the source material, adapted by Alex Garland, but if none of the characters can be roused to try to truly escape their fate, why should an audience care? (Fox Searchlight, R, 103 minutes)

Does I Want Your Money Trailer Tip Its Hand?

I want to give Ray Grigg’s I Want Your Money, a new documentary about our national financial debt, runaway deficit spending, impending doom and all that, a fair shake, because its message is (or could be) an important one. I really do. Unfortunately, stupid, jerkily-animated Reagan-lecturing-Obama cartoons is just not a good start, nor is the whole “schools” versus “real life” strain of intellectual attack. Also, by making President Obama the focal point of caricature and by overtly pre-selling itself as controversial (code: the movie “they” don’t want you to see), I Want Your Money tips its hand, and indicates that it almost certainly will not be at all a serious thing, but instead a partisan Molotov cocktail designed to pump sunshine up the skirts of agitated diabetic mall walkers Tea Partiers. (Forget, even, for a moment, the dizzying reality of lectures on discredited supply-side economics from a talking head from the Heritage Foundation.) For more information on the film, which hits theaters October 15, click here.

Tekken Lands Stateside Distribution Deal

Anchor Bay snapped up U.S. and Australian/New Zealand distribution rights on Tekken, it was announced today. “The Tekken videogame franchise has sold millions of copies over the past decade,” commented Bill Clark, President of Anchor Bay Entertainment. Production company “Crystal Sky invested millions in the production, making sure they were able to convey not only the incredible fight scenes, but also the emotional journey of the main character, Jin.”

Written by Alan McElroy and directed by Dwight Little, the film is set in a world run by all-powerful corporations (reality?), of which the mightiest is the Tekken Corporation, headed by Heiachi Mishima. Because financial monopoly apparently isn’t enough, these corporations regularly send their best fighters to challenge each other in the ring. After running contraband outside the fortified walls of Tekken City, Jin Kazama (Jon Foo) returns home to witness Tekken security forces destroying his house and murdering his mother. In order to avenge her, Jin files a complaint in the form of a strongly worded letter and enters the Iron Fist Tournament, and is pitted against some of the most brutal martial artists in the world.

In addition to Foo, the film stars Kelly Overton, Luke Goss, Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa, Ian Anthony Dale, Mircea Monroe and Gary Daniels, and features real fighters and martial artists such as
Roger Huerta, Cung Le and Lateef Crowder. The film’s stunt
coordinator, Eric Norris, and fight/parkour choreographer Cyril
Raffaelli, whose credits include District B13 and Transporter,
collaborated closely to make the fight sequences as reminiscent of the
videogame as possible
. Tekken will be released widely in the United States in 2011, at a date to be determined.

College, Inc.

The United States is built on the principle that higher education is attainable by anyone with the passion and work ethic to succeed. But does this still really ring true today? Hosted by Martin Smith, this hour-long entry in the award-winning Frontline investigative series puts modern education to the test, examining the world of university education and asking if a higher degree is truly necessary even though it often brings about massive student debt.

The business of higher education is booming — it’s a $400 billion industry, fueled in part by taxpayer money. But against the backdrop of faltering American test scores and a global economy, College, Inc. takes a somewhat provocative premise, arguing skeptically that most students are not getting their money’s worth out of the deal. Critics say too many college diplomas are a worthless degree that leave attendees awash in a mountain of debt. Investors insist they’re innovators, widening access to education. Smith and his producers follow the money to uncover how Wall Street and a new breed of for-profit universities are transforming the way some folks think about college in America. While certainly interesting on the surface level, and full of ample data to back up some of its assertions about educational trends, College, Inc. also infers writ-large conclusions where there are really none. Back to the drawing board and/or editing room, one wants to say to its makers.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, College, Inc. comes to DVD presented in 1.78:1 widescreen, with an English language 2.0 stereo track. There are unfortunately no supplemental bonus features. To purchase the DVD via PBS, and/or purchase a copy with public performance rights, click here. Or, to purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. C (Movie) C- (Disc)

City Island

Economy of scale and vision is an underrated thing in film, but writer-director Raymond De Felitta (Two Family House, The Thing About My Folks) has made a career out of trading in the grey area where familial exasperation and love meet in jarring fashion. Boomer-targeted audience-pleaser City Island is his latest effort, and if its narrative moves come across too often as workshopped-cute contrivances, it at least serves as a winning showcase for star Andy Garcia.

Set in a quaint, insular fishing community on the outskirts of New York City, the movie details a family whose comfortable coexistence is upended by a series of surprising revelations. Family man Vince Rizzo (Garcia) is a lifelong resident of the tiny, tradition-steeped Bronx enclave of City Island. While he makes his living as a corrections officer, Vince secretly longs to become an actor. Ashamed to admit his aspirations to his family, Vince would rather let his fiery wife Joyce (Julianna Margulies) believe his weekly poker games are a cover for an extramarital affair than admit he’s secretly taking acting classes in Manhattan.

When Vince is asked to reveal his biggest secret in class, he inadvertently sets off a chaotic chain of events that turns his suburban life upside down. Inspired by the exercise, and after stumbling across his long-lost son from a previous relationship, Tony Nardella (Steven Strait), in prison, Vince impulsively decides to force-furlough Tony and bring him home to meet his family. Soon it becomes clear that everyone — including Vince’s college student daughter Vivian (Dominik Garcia-Lorido, Garcia’s real-life daughter), teenage son Vinnie, Jr. (Ezra Miller), and charismatic acting class partner, Molly Charlesworth (Emily Mortimer) — has something to hide. As secrets of the past collide with lies and half-truthsof the present, this perfect storm of deception and confusion makes Vince and his family members realize that the truthmay not set them free, but it certainly is easier to keep track of.

DeFelitta has an unfussy directorial approach that allows for a lived-in feel, and he clearly has a nice touch with actors as well. The main problem is that City Island, which won the 2009 Tribeca Film Festival Audience Award, delivers little more than surface conflict. Much of the movie’s color and almost all of its plot details — from Vinnie, Jr.’s porn-fueled chubbie-chasing and its slow bleed into a relationship with a neighbor, to Vivian’s improbable stripping and Joyce and Tony’s flirtation with something on the side — come across as nakedly designed to just put characters at odds, and nothing else. The material would seem better suited for darker, inwardly reflected psychological exploration, but City Island is rated PG-13 (rather thinly defended by De Felitta in the DVD’s bonus material), and keeps any of these instincts at bay. Instead, it’s interested only in dizzy, theatrical-style contretemps.

The result is easy on the brain if also uninspired — a seriocomic souffle that, excepting the more quiet intrigue of Vince and Molly’s relationship, just opts to slowly turn up the volume of all its characters’ dialogue, until a conclusion that recalls any number of supposedly autobiographical plays ending with everyone arguing in melodramatic fashion and gesticulating wildly in an open street, with a nosy neighbor in curlers gawking at the familial trainwreck. (There’s no one in curlers here.) Garcia is as warm and engaging a presence as always, and he goes a long way toward making this City worth visiting, but De Felitta confuses inoffensiveness and insightfulness, and one’s esteem and appreciation for this work dissipates with each minute it recedes into memory.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case with a hollowed-out cover spindle, to reduce the amount of plastic used in packaging, City Island comes to DVD presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, spread out over a dozen static menu chapter stops, with a Dolby digital 5.1 audio track and optional English SDH and Spanish subtitles. Bonus features include a feature-length audio commentary track with multi-hyphenate De Felitta and Garcia, also a producer on the film. Their rapport is warm and conversational, touching on everything from the movie’s real-life setting and De Felitta’s filmmaking advice (if one has the opportunity, point the camera at water, since it’s “free set dressing,” and immediately makes one’s movie seem to have a higher budget) to the trick of using cobbled-together production funding to bring in Polish composer Jan Kaczmarek, and the pole-dancing skills that Garcia’s daughter had to learn for the film.

Other bonus features include 15 minutes of deleted and extended scenes, as well as a “Dinner With the Rizzos” featurette which gathers the director and his cast around a table for some pasta and a back-slapping tour of reminiscence through the production, interspersed with film clips. There is also the theatrical preview for City Island and five other trailers, including for Sunshine CleaningBeyond a Reasonable Doubt and After.Life. The Blu-ray edition of the film includes the same bonus features, plus an iTunes-compatible digital copy of the film. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. C (Movie) B (Disc)

Gary Orona, Tabitha Stevens and Kagney Linn Karter Talk Sanatorium, Adult Industry Changes and More

Adult film isn’t typically thought of as a playground for high art, but tucked away from all the wall-to-wall gonzo and parody titles is a certain market for challenging, outré and sometimes downright bizarre features. If the sex is the sizzle that sells the finished product, auteur-minded filmmakers can sometimes be otherwise left to experiment wildly within the narrative parameters.

Case in point: writer-director Gary Orona’s Sanatorium, a twisted, labyrinthine and very stylized story about an iconic porn star (Tabitha Stevens) who discovers a secret, dark world of politicians, lawyers, priests and other do-gooders whose public images stand in stark contrast to their private lives. While awaiting a sexual liaison in his hotel suite, a U.S. Senator who enjoys kinkiness other than what his anti-porn crusading platform might suggest listens to a porn star’s story of her descent into insanity, all while waiting for his opportunity to seduce her. This twisted subplot then spins back in time, detailing her sex life and intense personal journey, and underscoring the politician’s hypocrisy.

Shot in four states over a five-year period, on both 35mm and digital high definition, the film stars Stevens, Kagney Linn Karter, Sara Sloane, Raylene, James Deen, Nick Manning, Ron Jeremy (in a non-sex role, the film’s press release somewhat amusingly stresses) and others. Accompanying the thriller is an original soundtrack composed by Guns ‘n Roses Teddy “Zig Zag” Andreadis, Billy Idol’s guitar player Steve Stevens and Static X’s Tony Campos and Koichi Fukuda. An interview with Orona, Stevens and Karter follows below:

Brent Simon: For everyone, what’s it like taking what for most people is a passionate, fun, almost extracurricular activity, let’s say, and making it fit within the confines and schedule of a regular job?

Gary Orona: There isn’t really a lot of glamour in it, because it’s very intense and there’s no such thing as a 9-to-5 day in film production, adult [or otherwise]. I come from the mainstream first, and I’ve done a lot of adult work as well, and it doesn’t change — you have 18 and 20-hour days. The interesting thing I’ve noticed is that when you go to shoot a sex scene… well, I have no idea of what the public’s perception of what that process is like, but I’ll tell you that as a filmmaker after the first 5 or 10 minutes it’s incredibly tedious. Sanatorium is an extremely unique and rare exception to that, but typically it could take you an hour or two to get all the coverage and positions you need. It’s very tedious. It takes a lot of work and time to get it done.

Tabitha Stevens: I would have to agree. Especially since I’m a producer of this film, I’m a star of the film and I have a lot of sex in the film. That makes for very long days. In my case, we shot in desert locations, and for me to stay fit into character and do sex on top of it, when I’m starving myself because I go on a vision quest in the film, so I’m not really eating and I’m going down to 89 pounds — it was intense. We had over a 100-page script for the film, so I had to learn lines and know them. And being in these crazy locations, and then doing scenes that take a long time, you do get tired. It wears on you, but as long as you know what the end product is going to be, you get excited so you give it your all. I don’t think anybody in this film lacked in any respect at all — whether it be a sexual performance or the dialogue. Everyone did a wonderful job, and seeing that unfold along the way pumped you up a little bit.

Kagney Linn Karter: I would have to say, coming from my generation, obviously this type of (adult) production is an extreme production. Where I come from, you don’t know whether you’re going to be on set four hours, two hours or 16 hours, so you have to be able to really stay professional and say, “Today could be a long day or today could be a short day.” A lot of times you might know [in what order] a studio will shoot, but sometimes you don’t so you just have to take the good and the bad, and stay on your toes.

BS: I understand this film came about through some fairly unique circumstances — that it was initially conceived of as a regular, non-adult feature film. And it was shot on both 35mm and digital. So Gary, what was it like, this five-year journey of taking an idea with the same narrative kernel, and then re-contextualizing it?

GO: We didn’t steer too far from its origins. We started five years ago, and the story was about a legendary porn superstar who’s dealing with a deep depression rooted in the stigma naturally applied to porn stars, and this journey that she goes through to find her true self. So it’s really interesting in that aspect, because you don’t typically see a porn film with that sort of storyline. It was originally designed to be R-rated, or maybe a NC-17 film. We shot it on 35mm with very high production standards, just as if I was shooting one of my HBO shows. I brought that to the table, a mainstream sensibility, if you will. Then what happened is that when we finished, we realized it was a little incomplete and we got busy with other projects. It took us about a year to get to that point. We put it on the shelf for a few years, and then a little while back we started seeing a lot of these politicians popping up in the media, leading these very twisted double lives, a very hypocritical thing. We had touched on this in the film, the fact that we’re stigmatized by people who behind closed doors are as twisted if not more so than anybody in porn ever was. Once that started happening, we realized we had a pearl incubating in a shell, and realized it was ready. We decided about five months ago to add hardcore sex scenes, which it really should have had originally because it would have told the original story better, and we added another subplot about a particular senator who’s leading a double life. And that really brought the whole thing together. That gestation period was what the film needed to become something truly original. And it’s very authentic. I think that the performances, locations, production value, what the message is — I don’t know of any other porn I’ve ever seen like this.

BS: There’s the old saying about making a film three times — in casting, shooting and post-production, but was this the most radical recombination of elements you’ve ever had professionally?

GO: Oh, absolutely. And I could have approached this in a very direct, typical, banal, Hollywood fashion, and said it’s this battle of mainstream versus pornography and the stigma, make it a very A-B-C three-act play, but I didn’t want to do it that way. I wanted it to be unique and interesting, and so being a fan of David Lynch I decided let’s go non-linear with this and bury the story with tons of symbols and metaphors and iconic images that you have to figure out. So viewers will hopefully watch a few times for the sex, and then hopefully want to watch it a whole bunch of times to figure out what the messages are. And it’s all twisted backwards and inside-out and every which way. To get to that point required what Tabitha said — the cast is phenomenal, that’s one point. It’s stellar, everyone fits perfectly. There’s hundreds of hours of editorial work that went into this to make it what it is. And typically a porn feature will be shot in maybe three days and edited a week later and then out the door, but this is completely different beast altogether. The elements that went into the production design were (very thought out). I’ll throw out one example: Kagney plays Web Girl, and the image we created at the beginning of her scene, she’s in front of this little tiny flip-camera on this big set of sticks on a big soundstage. There’s just a couple lights around her, and she’s on a little mattress. And I’m sure when people first see her they might say, “What?,” but what’s going on is that she personifies what the business is now — it’s about hard, intense aggressive performances where we don’t really care so much about the production value. As long as we get something decent that we can throw up on the Internet, that’s all that matters. Really, though, it’s all about the sexual performance.

BS: Tabitha, it sounds like you go to pretty outrageous places in the movie — you talked about starving yourself, and shooting in desert. Did Sanatorium speak to your experience in the adult industry?

TS: This is me, this is the truth, this is what I’ve gone through personally, and so that’s why it touches me more so than anything I’ve ever done. We created this story, [Gary and I]. I talked with Gary one time, and he said, “Maybe we should do something about that, maybe we should get into a story,” so pretty much what you see on film is what I’ve gone through, even with the stunt work. When you see me hanging from a tree I’m actually hanging from a tree, that’s me hanging from shark hooks by my flesh. These are other things, of course, that I wanted to do. I wanted to go through a vision quest, and feel what it was like. And I had to almost beg Gary to let me do half of the things that I do in the film, but it’s because Tabitha Stevens, the character in the film, is really the Tabitha Stevens that you’re here talking to today.

BS: Jenna Jameson once said that younger adult film starlets today are interested in sexual performance in a way that she didn’t comprehend when she entered the business.

KLK: Absolutely. For me, performance is everything. The point of being a sex symbol is to perform to your fullest, and give those who are the viewers what they want. That’s why you get into a business like this, to give to others in a way. And enhancing your performance, obviously with limits, is a way to do that — taking yourself to a place that could be a bit of a push is taking somebody else to a place where maybe they appreciate that, because it’s someplace they want to go in their fantasy. And that’s the job. That’s why it’s a job for us, and fantasy for them.

TS: And I think what Jenna was talking about was probably because Jenna was mostly shooting features — I think she only shot a couple shows that weren’t features. And being that I’ve been in the business for a very long time, since1995, I’ve shot my share of features as well as what we now call gonzo, and when you’re in a feature I think you’re more directed as to how you should have sex. I think that’s what Jenna was actually going through. It wasn’t more about, “OK, be free to be yourself, and take control.” That’s what you can mostly do in gonzo, and I believe that’s what I’ve always done. I notice that. A lot of times, in feature films you’re constantly told now do this position and this position; it’s very structured. When Gary shoots, when you watch these scenes [in Sanatorium], they’re not structured scenes. I did discuss with the talent what positions would feel comfortable, because you always want to feel comfortable, but we just went ahead and did what we felt was going to be great, and what we liked to do. I think that with most features you can’t really get to be your free self, let’s say.

BS: Visually the film seems pretty striking. But adult films and even mainstream films in general are typically less interested in trying to [explore a sort of] dream consciousness that might attract and bind us together as human beings. How did you work to achieve a sense of overarching visual style, and still fit that together with certain sex scenes?

GO: I think the film is better because it has sex in it. When we finished the film originally it [became clear it] needed it, because the film is about a porn star dealing with stigma. I think the reason you’re seeing these vivid visual elements is important because this film is extremely psychological and appealing to every single one of us. It’s part of a code. So if you watch it with the director’s commentary it’s all there, or if you want to watch it 10 times to figure it out, all the symbols are there, there are Jungian archetypes sprinkled all over, it’s a classical hero’s journey. What I did was twist the journey around a bit to make it harder to figure out. I think that makes it more fun. The sex is critical, and I think that the hardest part of producing and directing sex in a film like this is to do it in such a way that it’s not gratuitous, because by its very nature pornography is voyeuristic and gratuitous — it is what it is, and that’s its intention, and the experience. And so to try to produce a film that’s real, and doesn’t have any awkwardness when all of a sudden we’re thrown into a sex scene is difficult. In this one it works perfectly, because it’s integrated into the story, and when we shot those scenes — for instance, the one with Kagney I noticed an intense, absolute chemistry happening between herself and James Deen, and I knew well enough, through years and years of shooting linear narrative and what not, to step back and not become that over-imposing director now because the lighting is not quite right or because my camera angle is not right. I said what I’m going to do is let this thing run and I’m going to move this camera around and find my spots as quickly as I can while they go. They had something going on that rarely happens in porn, and that’s the eye contact — it was completely dialed in, as if we weren’t there. And so I let that go, I let it ride.

With Tabitha in all her scenes it was exactly the same thing. The only specific instructions I gave to her before her first interracial, which is in this movie, was do things very slowly and deliberately, and it’s almost like a worship before you start doing your thing. And: eye contact, keep those eyes connected. You don’t see those kinds of things happening in porn. What you typically see is a choice of three or four or five positions, and, “We need 10 or 15 minutes of it, flip over, blah blah blah.” It’s this very sterile, clinical process that has virtually no emotion in it. What I wanted to do was let these things go, even if the shot wasn’t perfect, because I think the realness of it completely trumps any artificial set-up. I can’t think of one instance in this movie where I think, “Wow, that kind of feels out of place.” Every sex scene is vital, furthering the story, explaining how her character is fighting her demon.

BS: Is “mainstream” part of the goal for adult film stars today, or is that just maybe an adjunct, because there are a lot of people who watch adult films but maybe don’t talk about it, so you become accidental superstars in a more digital, plugged-in world?

TS: I think it depends on the person. I got into the business I was in a marriage that didn’t have a lot of sex in it. I was 25 years old, married wealthy and was a bored housewife. It was something different. I had been doing national television commercials, I had been modeling, and I’d been going to acting classes in college. So I wanted to be more of an actress, and then I thought, “Sex would be kind of fun to do on film, why don’t we try that?” And I did, and did pretty well at it. And I’ve always liked acting, and being in front of the camera. For me, I like doing the crossover mainstream projects, I have a great time with them. I feel like I can pull off a performance, so I find it to be very sad that a lot of times in the mainstream when a porn star is cast into a role, you’re cast as either a porn star, a stripper or a hooker. That’s very sad to me. When I was given the opportunity to do the reality show Dr. 90210, we talked about plastic surgery and I went in to be truthful, and say I’m Tabitha Stevens, but I’m also a human being, and I went in to show people how I bettered myself through plastic surgery — though sometimes it can get twisted. My goal was to do things in the porn industry, but dabble in the mainstream as well. I don’t see why we can’t do both. I feel like I’m a good enough actress, and I see some actresses on television and think, “Wow, really? I think I could have done a better job myself.” (laughs) But I love what I do. I love performing for the camera and I love sex, so I think that if I can do both that would make me happy.

KLK: For me, from day one, I’ve always had high hopes and goals of creating a lot of buzz for myself. I don’t want to be a mainstream actress. I did, but when I found out you could act and have sex as well, it seemed like, “Hey!” (tilts head in mock realization) I think it’s great when people like Gary and Tabitha do movies like these because it shows that they can go together, and it can be amazing and work. Because there’s never been a film like this before, it makes me happy — because this is what mixing mainstream and porn is. So that’s definitely always a goal of mine — I want to dabble in both, and maybe bring mainstream attention to my career just because I have conviction in what I do. I think it’s wonderful, and I think everyone else should think that way too.

BS: Even mainstream studios are struggling with new ways to provide content to viewers. What about new business models for the adult industry. Has it been hit hard by the recession, or more the cratering of the DVD market as relative to what it was maybe 10 years ago?

GO: I don’t think the recession has a lot to do with it. I think it’s headed down basically the same path as the music industry, where piracy is increasing and become a huge problem. We released a film last year, and the same day as its street date it was already available on a whole bunch of bitTorrent sites, pirated all around the Internet. I know that mainstream film studios have the same problem. I don’t think the porn industry has any of the answers yet, nor the mainstream. They’ve been fighting piracy battles since even before the Internet came around, and it will continue until the encryption is better, or there’s some macrovision-esque coding that actually works, that some hacker the next day isn’t going to break. I think it’s tricky, and a bit of a slippery slope that we’re on right now, any industries that are relative to intellectual property online — we’re all sort of in that same boat, whether we want to be or not. But the DVD business is dying, and will probably be done here pretty quick. Most of it’s going online and VOD, and there will still be some broadcast outlets, but it’s a brave new world, which will create some interesting scenarios and possibilities.

BS: Tabitha and Kagney, a credit that perhaps isn’t fully bestowed upon adult performers is an entrepreneurial instinct that has to go hand-in-hand with a performer that is going to achieve success and longevity. It isn’t just about making movies. So how comfortable do each of you feel in exercising your own creative ideas as it pertains to growing your careers?

TS: That’s important. We all should have our own web sites. I think in the future the girls, or the talent, will be the ones taking over. I believe that we have the ability to create our own companies — to where I could be hiring people for my site, or we could do trading content, which is popular — where you don’t necessarily have to work for a company to be successful. And I think having a book written, that’s another step. I look at Jenna Jameson and what she’s done — telling your own personal story is very important.

KLK: Well, I have my own company, so I’m always thinking of new ways to create new jobs for myself. I have five different jobs now, all tied up in porn. I do have my own web site, but taking it a step further, like Tabitha said, [helps showcase] a more creative side in what I do, like taking more time to really produce good content for my site. Also, the book thing; and I want to do a line of DVDs: I’m really good at pole-dancing so I’d like to do volumes one through four, from beginner to excellent [or advanced] dancer, all with choreography. (laughs) It’s [all about] setting goals and accomplishing them, being the best performer that you possibly can.

For more information on Sanatorium, or to purchase the movie, click here.

It’s in the Bills

Money matters everywhere, of course, but one of the differences between truly, exactingly ordered period pieces and their more lax brethren is in the use of American currency. Twenty dollar bills, with a larger Andrew Jackson on the front, were redesigned in 1998 and 2003, so when you see an ATM spit out in new currency in a movie set in the 1980s, it’s a foul, but chiefly on whom? The script continuity person? The production designer? The director? There’s enough blame to go around, I suppose.

The American

A beautifully stark, challenging drama about an aging mercenary, Anton Corbijn’s The American, starring George Clooney and Violante Placido (above), is a work of pure cinema — a transfixing rumination on lone-wolf masculine
loneliness
, and a reminder that the inner lives of screen characters can
be as gripping as any wildly manifested action. For the full original review, from Screen International, click here. (Focus, R, 105 minutes)

Rubber-Faced Nun Robbers Steal Poster for The Town

I’ve been ruminating on The Town, Ben Affleck’s directorial follow-up to Gone Baby Gone, and it seems a curious choice that the poster and billboard art for the Warner Bros. film features those rubber-faced nun robbers. They grab one’s attention, to an extreme degree, and it just doesn’t translate, on an elemental level; it muddies the water too much, and along with its nondescript title makes the film seem like more of a horror film — or at least opens it up to the interpretation of such, to a casual driver or passerby at a bus stop. It’s a great “give” in the trailer, sure, those images, but not in the print art. I guess it’s meant to be an evocation of the Point Break poster, but that was a more much rooted visual reference, whereas the masks here seem warped/melting, and more overtly creepy. I guarantee some middle-of-the-country impressionable boomers just bought a ticket for the Wall Street sequel instead.

August 31: A Day in the Life…

One missed a.m. screening due to traffic, but two other screenings, a slew of interviews and an early-morning screener today, and the final experiential tally includes two adult film starlets, someone’s car getting egged (not by me), Gemma Arterton in short-shorts, one surprising cow stampede (is there any other kind?), nicely lensed equine competition, and some greatly enjoyable work from John Malkovich.

Abandoned

The final film of Brittany Murphy arrives in the form of Abandoned, a low-grade psychological thriller put together with little imagination, and thus destined to be nothing more than the answer to a morbid trivia question.

Directed by Michael Feifer, Abandoned follows Mary Walsh (Murphy) as she delivers new-ish boyfriend Kevin (Dean Cain) to a hospital for an outpatient orthopedic surgery. But when Mary goes to take him home, Kevin is nowhere to be found. The hospital administrator (Mimi Rogers) can’t locate any record of him, and an assholish security guard, Holloway (Scott Anthony Leet), isn’t much help either. Detective Franklin (Jay Pickett) arrives, and conducts a more thorough search, but also turns up nothing. An increasingly frantic Mary is taken to a staff psychiatrist (Peter Bogdanovich), who pronounces her unstable. When a stranger informs Mary he knows of Kevin’s whereabouts, but demands a $10 million ransom, Mary attempts to spring into action to save herself and the man she loves.

It’s not nice to speak ill of the dead, I realize, but I’ll say what’s lingering in the mind of anyone who paid even just a fair amount of attention to the trajectory of Murphy’s career: her appearance had become a problem. Or maybe that’s not fair… a distraction, let’s say. An impediment. Everything that was special about Murphy in her best work — Clueless, Girl, Interrupted, Don’t Say a Word, 8 Mile — and even the buoyancy that she carried with her through paycheck projects like Just Married and Little Black Book had slowly been worn down and stripped away, replaced by a fragile performer whose lack of self-confidence in her own appearance was evident in her Botoxed lips, dyed hair and starved frame. Whatever specific problems she had offscreen, it’s clear that Murphy was trying to fit someone else’s preconceived notion of what a young actress should be, and look like, and it started to warp her work, in movies like The Dead Girl and Deadline. Over the last couple years, you couldn’t just watch Murphy in a role anymore — you saw someone whose confidence had been shattered, whose charms had disappeared or been tucked away somewhere for the moment inaccessible.

There are trace elements of her talent here — a flinty reserve of steely nerve, and flashes of quiet anger when Bogdanovich’s doctor renders his diagnosis), but they’re measurable in mere seconds, alas. Abandoned doesn’t give Murphy (or any of its other performers, really) good material with which to work, but neither does Murphy elevate it, or make it something interesting and engaging. The result is an utterly forgettable work, and a sad end to a once-promising career.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, Abandoned comes to DVD presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, with a Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio track. Apart from a trailer and optional English SDH and Spanish subtitles, there are unfortunately no supplemental bonus features here, further relegating the title to trivia-question-level anonymity. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. D (Movie) D (Disc)