Category Archives: Amusements

Chris Rock Cameos at Pellicano Trial

The Anthony Pellicano trial, an “inside-baseball” clambake of Hollywood privilege, blackmail and other shenanigans, saw a recognizable face take center stage when Chris Rock appeared Friday for around 20 minutes, to testify about his hiring of the “dark-side” private investigator to investigate (read: discredit) a shake-down paternity claim by sketchy Hungarian model Monika Szibrita. Mark Lacter recaps the nasty bid-ness on LA Observed. Too bad Tom Cruise and some of the other Hollywood heavyweights who used this guy — retaining plausible deniability by claiming they were relying on attorneys’ recommendations — won’t be called to testify.

Scientology Video Proves Tom Cruise Crazy, But Intense

It’s desperately old, I realize, this YouTube clip of Tom Cruise chatting up the benefits and power of Scientology in strange, circuitous fashion, but I hadn’t watched it prior to its spoof in last weekend’s Superhero Movie, so what’s that perfectly annoying saying NBC coined — “It’s new to you!” Well, that applies here. If you have nine or 10 minutes and still haven’t seen it, it’s well worth checking out. Hell, even the first couple minutes will give you a sense of the top-shelf crazy on display here, what with Cruise talking about Scientology being “the authorities on the mind, the authorities on improving conditions.” Err… OK. And what the hell is “Crim-Anon?”

“Being a Scientologist, people are turning to you, so you’d better know it. You better know it,” Cruise offers up at one point, with his trademark intensity and… menacing pause. “And if you don’t, go and learn it.” Other bon mots find Cruise rhapsodizing that he “will not hesitate to put ethics in on someone else” (?!), which is a trait I believe he might share with President Bush. If the cumulative effect of all this really forceful rhetoric is mesmerizing and definitive — Cruise is as madly persuadable as he is madly persuasive — its actual meaning and real-world application is still fuzzy, though. There’s a lot of talk about change and action, and an emphasis on doing, on recognizing complexities and “creating new and better realities.” But there’s never any sense of what sort of “other world” Cruise (or any other Scientologist, for that matter) is specifically advocating. I mean, other than the same sort of fuzzy liberal rap hung around the neck of every Hollywood actor, what socio-political agenda or causes (other than the anti-psychotropic drug stuff) does Scientology advocate? Change and action, on a certain substantive level, mean engagement with the real world, not shrouded secrecy.

Clooney Dons Cape of Self-Effacement

In a nice little recent, now-unlinkable interview with Screen International‘s Mike Goodridge, George Clooney talks about falling in love with Joel McCrea and the relatively obscure The More the Merrier as part of his screwball, classic Hollywood tonal research for Leatherheads, opening today.

Clooney says he was also inspired by his work with the Coen brothers: “What Joel and Ethan did when I did O Brother, Where Art Thou?
was to make fun of me and the movie star persona,” he explains. “I like
that, and I think it’s good to shake it up. It was especially good for
me after the last couple of years.” Yes, especially after The Good German.

PG-13 Shotgun Stories?

I was a big… well, decent-sized fan of Michael Shannon’s intense work in Bug (less so in World Trade Center), so I was already predisposed to think about casting an eye toward his next indie offering, Shotgun Stories, even before news that the revenge flick — a $68,000 festival darling which
centers around a feud that erupts between half-brothers following
the death of their father
— scored writer-director Jeff Nichols CAA representation and a gig directing another movie, for Killer Films. Then came the effusive advance critical praise (above), from Variety and Roger Ebert, among others. So you can imagine my considerable surprise when I then saw that the film which has been dubbed “a point-blank buckshot blast of American rage” is actually rated PG-13. Is that possible? I mean, rage, real rage — and, even more specifically, American rage — connotes something harder, with edge. Not necessarily graphic, but prone to profane outburst and pot-boiled-over intemperance. Something rated R, not PG-13. Poor word choice, perhaps? Or does the movie skirt critical issues it purports to examine?

Hillary Uses Rocky Theme Song

So Slate has an amusing piece on Hillary Clinton, and the fact that she’s now taken to using the theme song from Rocky during her campaign stops in Pennsylvania. Sure, I get it… Philadelphia and all that. But Slate’s Chadwick Matlin nails it when he points out that the metaphor doesn’t fly… Rocky is the underdog, not the corporate-funded favorite. Plus, Rocky
loses
.

As Chadwick says: “Balboa puts up a great fight, but neither fighter knocks the other out
after 15 rounds. Instead, the fight’s outcome hinges on the superdelegate-like judges,
who declare a split-decision: Apollo is the winner
. But three years later, in Rocky II, the fighters meet again. This
time Rocky wins. The takeaway: If Clinton
can’t win this go-around, maybe she can get off the mat in time for 2012.”

Jesus Only Halfway Up the First Base Line…

The web site for Bloodline, Bruce Burgess’ documentary investigation about the controversial assertion that Jesus married Mary Magdalene, who subsequently fled to southern France with their child, has gone live, and it looks to be a pretty slick and smart affair, with talk of how it will peddle out “insider tips” and other info leading up to the movie’s May theatrical release. Expect the crazies to start coming out of the woodwork in about two weeks, I’d say.

The movie’s stained-glass poster, meanwhile, is a
simple, straightforward and… classy? No, that’s not the right word. Effective, let’s say that. It’s an effective and evocative selling of its controversial subject matter… even if Jesus isn’t really halfway up the line to first base. You want real shitstorm-style controversy, show him heading hard for second. The only strikes? I know you want to sell that it’s a theatrical release, but that can be done with a smaller type size on a solid black background. Oh, and the font on the bottom is all wrong — too straight-to-video. For more information, click here.

Reinstate the (Celebrity Dance) Draft!

Watching Monica Seles glide awkwardly and Shannon Elizabeth grin like a prize racehorse on part of ABC’s Dancing with the Stars, which I had to do for research relating to Adam Carolla, and his new film, The Hammer, I was struck by a thought: wouldn’t it be great if celebrities were drafted into reality shows like this by a draft lottery/jury duty system? I mean, we all know celebs would never get seated on a real jury, so this sort of forced conscription would be a way that they could… you know, give back to society. I haven’t fully thought it out, but this might be part of my campaign platform for president in 2012.

Adult Flick Cheerleaders Notches Dual Format Mark

Digital Playground, the same folks that produced the X-rated send-up, and its impending sequel, of the Pirates of the Caribbean flicks, has announced the April 4 release of Cheerleaders (below) on both DVD and Blu-ray formats, crowning it, per its press release, “the first adult studio to accomplish the assiduous task of producing dual masters, in competing formats, within a designated deadline” — a fact that I’m certain won’t be lost on first-week buyers and dedicated pre-purchasers.

The DVD version of the title will be released as a two-disc set, while the Blu-ray disc will be available in full HD 1080p. For more information, click here.

Shia LaBeouf, Smoking Scamp

So a warrant for the arrest of Shia LaBeouf has been recalled a day after the young actor failed to show up in court to face an unlawful smoking charge. Authorities issued a $1,000 bench warrant for his arrest earlier in the week, but on
Wednesday the court discarded the warrant after
LaBeouf’s attorney turned up to plead not guilty on behalf of the 21-year-old. Small potatoes, sure, but why even bother with a non-guilty plea? A good friend of mine has the right idea: “If I were his lawyer, I’d say they were those sticks of gum coated with powdered sugar that look like cigarettes from the 1980s — you put them in your mouth, inhaled the sugar and blew them out to make it look like you were smoking. I think they stopped selling them because they claimed it marketed cigarettes to kids. But Shia’s got Spielberg money now, so he can afford to buy some of those off eBay and ‘smoke’ sugar wherever he wants.”

Set to Not Screen for Critics in Early 2010…

In advance of its apocalyptic, not-screening-for-critics Doomsday, which I’ll now likely be catching opening day, comes word, per Variety, that The Descent writer-director Neil Marshall has been inked by Doomsday‘s distributor and Universal’s genre arm, Rogue Pictures, to write and direct a Western-horror hybrid entitled Sacrilege. Marshall grew up in England watching oaters and horror films in equal measure, and calls his movie Unforgiven by way of H.P. Lovecraft, with that grim, gritty setting and a horror element nobody has seen before.” One thing is likely… critics won’t see that horror element in advance, either.

Sharon Stone, Vagina Turn 50

Ahh, it’s a happy 50th birthday to Sharon Stone and her celebrated vagina, which helped propel 1992’s deliciously demented Basic Instinct to a whopping $350 million worldwide, inclusive of $117 million Stateside, a phenomenal figure for an R-rated non-action flick. Let’s not talk about 2006’s sequel, meanwhile, which I’d like to pretend doesn’t exist, for many reasons.



Oh, and roundhouse kick enthusiast and Mike Huckabee supporter Chuck Norris turns 68 today, too. So beware knocks on your door, because it could be a roundhouse-kick-o-gram. Disguised as Stone’s vagina. Granted, those odds are pretty slim, I guess. But who wants to tempt fate?

Karl Rove Mocked at Iowa Speech

So I don’t feel bad at all about erstwhile Republican kingmaker Karl Rove being fairly righteously taunted during a speech yesterday
at the University of Iowa (a speech for which he was paid $40,000, incidentally), but I do give him solid smack-retort credit for part of his response — “Worse than the person who introduced aluminum
baseball bats?” — after being told by an audience member that MSNBC’s Keith Olbermann named him the “worst person ever.” Well played, Karl. Though I don’t know if this guy, on the left, finds it quite as funny…

That. Just. Happened!

So this monster shot of Danny Green janking on Greg Paulus, taken by Inside Carolina’s Jim Hawkins during UNC’s righteous dunking of Dook last night, 76-68, at Cameron Indoor Stadium, gives proper meaning and heft to the “Posterized!” section here at Shared Darkness. Oh, it’s a good day. The only bad news is that Dookies get one less hour of wallowing in the misery and despair that they so richly deserve. Spring forward, my ass…

Why Owen Wilson Can’t do Roundtable Interviews…

FilmStew’s Richard Horgan has up an amusing little piece which tweaks some of the problems facing Drillbit Taylor, Owen Wilson’s first big mainstream studio flick to open since his suicide attempt last autumn. It’s foremost a speculative goosing of the glad-handing Hollywood junket train (conforming to Wilson’s code of silence, Drillbit Taylor had no big press day), but lurking underneath is the million-dollar question: It’s one thing for an actor to be dark and troubled, and maintain the ability to project something else, but what happens when everything about that actor’s appeal flows from a sunny countenance and smirky, laissez-faire attitude?

Photo Debut: Tropic Thunder

A week and change ahead of its alleged trailer debut, Paramount has released a first-look photo of Tropic Thunder, currently slated for release on August 15.

Ben Stiller — who nursed the idea of a Vietnam War spoof more than decade ago, long before the incarnation of this script, co-written with Justin Theroux and Etan Cohen — rocks at least one decently sculpted bicep as spoiled action star Tugg Speedman, though one assumes his butt cheeks are clenched tightly for this shot, and that an awful lot of money was spent on Tan-On or some other skin bronzer. That’s Jack Black in the back, as gross-out comedy star Jeff Portnoy, the melanin doppleganger of man-in-the-middle Robert Downey, Jr., who plays an intense, Australian-born method actor who goes to all sorts of extremes to get into character. It’s a nice shot, though hopefully Stiller, who’s also directing, dials down the “Blue Steel” a bit. Jay Baruchel, Danny McBride, Nick Nolte, Steve Coogan, Matthew McConaughey and Bill Hader also star.

Doomsday Averted

So Doomsday, director Neil Marshall’s follow-up to The Descent, opening March 14 from Universal and starring the lovely Rhona Mitra, apparently isn’t screening for critics, though we’ll see if advance reviews pop up online for friendly (i.e., persuadable fan-boy) outlets. If so, maybe I’ll just go with a reprinted review of 1996’s Escape From L.A., and do a find/replace search on some names/settings.

On Nick Nolte’s Online Diary

It’s been around a while, and is updated only sporadically, but this parody of Nick Nolte’s diary is pretty brilliant, as much for its low-fi design and “good 19th century engravings of the South Pacific islands” as the prose itself. Sample: “Point: I had long ago overheard an expression, was a few months back at the opening of a friend’s hibiscus farm, and today I’ve come to find I’ve misunderstood the expression entirely. It seems ‘lift music’ isn’t necessarily inspirational music as I understood it, but rather what the English refer to as elevator music. Appears I owe a few emails to Neil. All my insistence of him writing more lift music is without question embarrassing.”

And yes, it appears Nolte himself heard about the blog, was none too amused (unlike Kevin Costner), and sought various injunctions against it and what not. That’s why there’s the amply-displayed parody tag in the top left-hand corner.

Michael Bay Likes Things To Be Awesome

A friend of mine tipped me off to this hilarious advert for Verizon FiOS, in which director Michael Bay “demands things to be awesome,” and then blows up all manner of stuff at what might well be his real house. Briskly paced, embracing from the get-go his ego-centric rep, well done… I’d argue this has a more compelling narrative than Transformers, actually. One question — why, though, doesn’t the tiger explode?