More thoughts soon on Andrew Fleming and Pam Brady’s Hamlet 2, which opens in limited release on August 22 and expands the following week, but it’s worth noting that the film features a coarse exclamation that actually made me laugh out loud, as much for the depth of its feeling as its political incorrectness. Steve Coogan, starring as a washed-up actor turned myopic, unhinged Tucson high school drama teacher, encounters opposition to his latest harebrained musical staging, and vents thusly: “I’m so angry! I feel like I’ve been raped… in the face!” The movie later oversells this sentiment in the form of a full-fledged musical number (part of the play within the movie), but it remains a great line.
Category Archives: Amusements
Celeb Gift Bags Reach Apex of Bizarreness
In what surely seems like the set-up for a new movie, or at the very least a Saturday Night Live sketch, Will Ferrell, David Beckham and Danica Patrick are now apparently… the three co-owners of a racehorse, after having been awarded part-ownership as part
of a gift bag handed out at the ESPY Sports Awards in Los Angeles on
Wednesday?!
GOP Rewards Big Talkers
Public approval of Congress may be at shoestring levels, but the House
Republican Conference has found at least one way to boost morale among
members — give them “spirit awards” for actually speaking on the floor. Rep. Kay Granger of Texas, vice chairwoman of the Republican caucus, organized an
awards ceremony last week to honor members who expelled the most CO2 on
the subject of energy; each of the seven honorees received a commemorative oil can.
“It’s not a quart; it was like collectors’ memorabilia,” said an
impressed Rep. Joe Wilson, of South Carolina, who was not among last week’s winners. Those who
were: Georgia Reps. Phil Gingrey, Lynn A. Westmoreland and Tom Price;
Indiana Rep. Dan Burton; North Carolina Rep. Virginia Foxx; Ohio Rep.
Bob Latta; and Pennsylvania Rep. John E. Peterson. “I’ve never won an oil can before,” said Westmoreland. “It’s on my desk, absolutely.” Still, the practice has some Republicans scratching their heads. “The idea that people who are in the House of Representatives need to
give each other awards for talking bullshit, and that’s really what it
is,” one Republican member said before he trailed off in disbelief.
“What kind of a party is that?” For the full read, from Politico, click here.
What Is Senator Patrick Leahy Doing in The Dark Knight?
Given that this is the summer of cross-pollinated comic book spin-offs and foreshadowing, with Nick Fury popping up in Iron Man and Tony Stark in The Incredible Hulk, clearly Vermont Senator Patrick Leahy is being set up for his own superhero franchise, what with his cameo in The Dark Knight. For the full read, from New York Magazine‘s Vulture, click here.
Hellboy II’s Ensemble: A Handy Primer
It’s been said that no matter how crowded it gets, there’s always more room in hell. That may or may not be true, but the Hellboy movies sure have proven to be inclusive ensembles. Though sprung from the imagination of Mike Mignola‘s mid-1990s graphic novel series — about a giant red demon spawn rescued from occult Nazi forces during World War II, and raised as part of a clandestine, paranormal crime-fighting organization — the movies are of course largely the product of the expansive imagination of Guillermo del Toro, who has written and directed both feature films. Though he takes Hellboy, his pals and some other characters straight from Mignola’s work, others are tweaked mightily, and still more created from scratch. The result, especially in this week’s Hellboy II: The Golden Army, is a dizzily detailed world, crammed with creatures both gorgeous and grotesque. For a fun, handy primer on some of the movie’s major supporting players, from Reelz Channel, click here.
The Dark Knight Has a Code Name
I don’t know what’s more amusing — the fact that Warner Bros., less than two weeks before its release, is still printing out lot passes with a code name, Rory’s First Kiss, for The Dark Knight, or the fact that it already has over 800,000 search hits on Google, since that was the phony working title for the movie during its Chicago shoot last summer. (Rory is the name of director Christopher Nolan’s son, for what it’s worth.)

More soon on the film, which is going to be huge. But in case you were wondering… yes, Vermont Senator Patrick Leahy does have a cameo in the movie, even getting manhandled by Heath Ledger. Apparently he saw what that Wedding Crashers cameo did for colleague John McCain, and is working on getting his.
On The Love Guru’s Character Testing
It’s flaming out theatrically, already clinging to the 10th spot at the box office, and on course to gross only around $35 million domestically, but in doing some hard drive cleaning I stumbled across this even-more-interesting-in-retrospect quote from The Love Guru‘s co-writer, Graham Gordy, about the manner in which Mike Myers work-shopped his prodigiously bearded character of Guru Pitka.
“We did stage shows, and Mike tested the character,” says Gordy. “We had a character and a glut of jokes and wanted to put it in some sort of form, so we had a show we did in 100-seat theaters in New York. We ended up doing eight or nine of them over a period of about two years, and what we would do is put a half-hour of written material with a half-hour question-and-answer period. We’d record it all and see which of the jokes played in the written material, and Mike would always have two or three really great things that we would take from the Q&A that we would end up putting in (the script). As it went along we would take out the stuff that didn’t play. It’s all based on the idea that the Marx brothers toured all of their shows for six months before they ever put anything on film. And Mike is such a rigorous comedian that he says, ‘I don’t want to put a joke in a movie if it hasn’t been laughed at.’ That was the process.” Yikes. All of which raises the question… if “Bring me some alligator soup, and make it snappy!” made the final cut, what were the jokes that weren’t laughed at?
Molly Ringwald Begs John Hughes for 16 to 24 More Candles
Is anyone shocked that Molly Ringwald is apparently begging John Hughes for a sequel to 16 Candles? Well of fucking course she is. She’s not a total brain stem, I guess. Ringwald made her name in the 1984 adolescent romantic comedy, the first of a string of successful collaborations with Hughes. Now 40, she’s rarely had occasion to appear in anything either memorable or of lasting value to anyone outside her family since the 1980s (I’ll grant a waiver for 1994’s The Stand), and her big 1996 small screen comeback, Townies, flamed out after half a season if I recall correctly.
But sometimes things happen for a reason; I caught Ringwald on stage a number of years back, and she was flat-out awful… like, Ozarks dinner theater bad. Yeah, different muscles, I know, but Ringwald couldn’t even summon the meager skill and energy to charm thirtysomething the audience members who were most doggedly in her corner to begin with. She mainly just… talked quite loudly. For this reason and many others, if Hughes were to finally cede to decades-long pressure to return to some of his ’80s hitmakers, 16 Candles sure wouldn’t be the film to launch that trip down nostalgia lane. Maybe, maybe, maybe it’d be The Breakfast Club, but I still think Ferris Bueller’s Day Off would be the best candidate.
Jenna Fischer Will Now Piss on You
I’m sorry, but this story about Jenna Fischer, and her years-ago encounter with creep-o writer-director Shem Bitterman, needs to be put further out there. Apparently recounted during an interview with Playboy (how’d I miss that?), Fischer talked about her most memorable encounter with a sleazy industry-type.
An excerpt: “I had been living in Los Angeles for about a year and was a member of
a theater company. One night, after a play, I went to a party and ran
into the playwright. He said, ‘What’s your story?’ I said, ‘I’m from St. Louis. I just got here. I want to be an actress.’ He said, ‘I’m writing a film, and I think you’d be great for it. But I
have a question for you — would you ever do a raunchy sex scene in a
movie? Like really raunchy, with nudity?’ I kind of laughed and said,
‘Well, I wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t be proud to show my parents.’
And he said, ‘A real actress would say yes. A real actress would piss
herself on stage if that’s what it took. Sylvester Stallone did porn, Shelley Winters pissed herself on stage. Every play, every movie I
write has nudity in it. You know why? Because that’s how I know if I’m
working with real actors. You’re not a real actress. You should just go
home. You don’t have what it takes.'” Fischer then went on to say that she would now gladly urinate on Bitterman, which would be a good thing to see.
Tool-bags like Bitterman are sadly about a dollar a half-dozen in Hollywood, and I’m depressed to say that I’ve personally overheard a conversation very similar to the one above at a party. It’s a sad fact — fringe-dwelling guys and self-touting producers pull crap like this as a way to try smoke out the most impressionable and psychologically persuadable aspirant starlets out there, fresh off the bus from the Midwest. It helps them save on buying drinks, I guess.
Boom Goes Wanted!
More soon on the hard-R film, which graces audiences with a butt shot of Angelina Jolie and surely sets some sort of informal record for the most swirling, pounding-heart sound effects contained in a single flick. For now, though, I’ll just say that it’s strange, yes, and Brian Collins is no doubt completely horrified, but the viral sensation that is “Boom Goes the Dynamite!” scores a referential mention in Wanted, actually. Wow, that thing really has legs…
Ever Dreamed of Swimming Naked with Watermelons?

Ever dreamed of swimming naked with watermelons? Well now you can live vicariously through Israeli artist Sigalit Landau’s wall-spanning projection, on view at MoMA through July 28. No hugely tangible cinematic connection here, except for the fact that I just really expected to first see this image in a Tarsem film.
Jaman Subtitler: Something Your Parents Still Won’t Watch
So Jaman has a subtitle feature which allows users to create their own Mystery Science Theater 3000-esque mash-up, choosing from dozens of clips of weird films and then turning said scene even further on its ear by adding one’s own subtitles, and then sharing it friends. You know, kind of like a Mad Lib for movies. Whither clips for Showgirls or Alone in the Dark, though?
The Love Guru Honors Mariska Hargitay
I previously mentioned its top-shelf opening joke, but one of the weirdest tangential tidbits from Mike Myers’ The Love Guru involves the repeated evocation of Mariska Hargitay‘s name as a sort of blessed mantra.
As with Myers’ Austin Powers character, the preparation for the film involved a number of improvisational public performances of the character, to help workshop material, and that’s where the Hargitay joke came from. “A friend of mine and I played Mike’s main devotees,” explains co-writer Graham Gordy, “so we shaved our heads, and did intros about how the guru changed our lives. I was a junior high basketball coach from Joplin, Missouri that was selling meth out of the trunk of my Chrysler LeBaron, and the Guru Pitka found me face down in vomit behind an Outback Steakhouse, and pulled me up and helped me out. And this other guy, Eric Gilliland, is friends with Mariska Hargitay. So when he said that she was going to be there one night, at one of the shows, we just started saying [her name], and then we started saying ‘Paula Zahn.’ Mariska Hargitay was there and started laughing hysterically in the crowd. That may have been the first stage show we ever did, and it just caught on from there. And we were like, ‘Really? People know who Mariska Hargitay is, but will they get that as a joke?’ But eventually it became so ridiculous that it just stayed.”
But Without This Effect, What Would Cutters of Martin Lawrence Trailers Do?
Oh, forgot to mention — one thing I liked about The Lather Effect? That it subtly acknowledges the formulaic nature of its conceit and embraces the casual, offhand clichés that we often lazily lean on while talking with good friends, while also thumbing its nose at other tired genre markers, in the form of one character greeting another’s lewd proclamation thusly: “Good to know you’re still the needle off the record player!”
Scarlett Johansson Nurses Crush on Obama Via Email
Who has a crush on Barack Obama? Scarlett Johansson does, according to Politico, which writes about an ongoing email dialogue between “huge movie lover” Obama and the breathy-voiced actress, who reads The Economist, serves as an ambassador for Oxfam and speaks out on behalf of several charities, in addition to smoking lots of cigarettes.
On The Love Guru’s Opening Joke
Mike Myers’ The Love Guru opens with one of its funniest jokes — Myers’ Guru Pitka character using a Morgan Freeman voiceover narration machine. Sure, it helped that I’d just written about the over-reliance of Freeman’s films on this gambit, but it’s still funny as hell, albeit in an inside-baseball kind of way.
Obama Takes Off Pants, Finds Self
First we have custom-designed Obama kicks, and now Obama underwear? What’s next, condoms?
Clint Eastwood Tells Spike Lee to “Shut His Face”
Clint Eastwood has dropped n-u-t-s on fellow filmmaker Spike Lee, after the latter director excoriated him for not including any African-American actors in the battle scenes in his 2006 films Flags of Our Fathers and Letters from Iwo Jima. “A guy like him should shut his face,” says Eastwood in an interview with The Guardian, a newspaper in the United Kingdom. I’m suddenly transported back to third grade: “Fight, fight, fight!”
MTV Movie Awards To Soon Honor Self?
Last night’s MTV Movie Awards, hosted by Mike Myers, proved their simultaneous disposable entertainment value and complete lack of worth as anything more than an exercise in staged, promotional diddling. More than 11 months after its previous coronation as the “Best Film Not Yet Seen” (seriously), Transformers took home the prize for last year’s Best Movie, besting Juno, Superbad and I think 13 or 14 other “nominees.” Yawn. I’ll cop, though, to feeling some small (very small) surge of pleasant, atta-boy identification in the feting of perceived underdog Best Kiss winner — a smooch between Briana Evigan and Robert Hoffman, from Step Up 2 the Streets. (This win may have been foreshadowed by an opening monologue dance-off between Chris Brown and Myers, who naturally managed to get in plenty of winking, non-plug plugs for The Love Guru.) Rain-soaked and over-photographed, theirs was a clichéd clinch, to be sure, but a heartfelt and climactic one.
Jigsaw’s Next Twisted Game…
Drunkenness, as Quantified by The Foot Fist Way
It’s regionally specific as all get-out, but the line that cracked me up most, by far, in Danny McBride’s The Foot Fist Way comes when his philandering, kinda trashy wife explains her transgressions at an office party thusly: “I got really drunk… like, Myrtle Beach drunk.” For those who’ve never ventured to the South Carolina beach town, it has a not entirely unearned reputation as sort of a dodgier, even more neck-burnt Fort Lauderdale — ergo its embrace as a preeminent spring break nesting spot for gum-smacking North and South Carolina high schoolers.
More Frightening: Tom Cruise or Sarah Jessica Parker?

Is there a reason for this terrifying picture? I’m going to say it’s in honor of this week’s release of Sex and the City. Yeah, that’s the ticket… because when I’m e-harangued by friends, there’s a decent chance I’m going to respond in petty, juvenile fashion.
Why Does Lindsay Lohan Want to Date Me?
I really should go ahead and christen a special category here at Shared Darkness, so strangely cinematically flavored are my dreams. Last night’s REM special — or one of them, at any rate — involved a labyrinthine scenario by which Lindsay Lohan kept trying to date me… no, not because I’m irresistibly attractive, funny and rich, but chiefly in order to stay away from her mother. (Umm, apparently I had a car?) I think this entire thing owes to the fact that I caught five or six seconds of a promo of Living Lohan on E! yesterday, after popping out a disc I was screening for review. Still… what?
Uwe Boll Talks Future Projects
Uwe Boll is a filmmaking machine. In the shadow of the turbulent theatrical release of his latest flick, the videogame adaptation Postal, he has a couple more flicks on the horizon for this year — maybe two, maybe three, maybe four. The tally should definitely include, however, the horror movie Seed (which Boll previously lectured me on here, saying that under U.S. law if one survives three executions they have to be set free) and Boll’s Vietnam war flick, 1968 Tunnel Rats (yes, that’s the actual name of the movie). I interviewed him recently, and these are some more of the odds and ends:
Brent Simon: Running over a list of your future projects, what’s set to see release next, after Postal?
Uwe Boll: Yeah, Seed and 1968 Tunnel Rats, the Vietnam war movie, are both done. Seed will be a direct-to-DVD movie only, coming out unrated. We didn’t get an R rating so I dropped the idea for a theatrical release, because I don’t want to cut it. I think it only works if it’s so hard, how it is. It will be out later this year. And 1968 Tunnel Rats, we tried to get a theatrical release going — it’s a very intense, bitter war movie. And I think it turned out very good because all the young actors went to South African boot camp before we shot, and it wasn’t a boot camp like a film boot camp or something, it was real mercenaries who had just fought in Congo. And they took our actors into the jungle for 10 days and they were all, like, completely freaked out.
BS: Err, wait — are you sure this wasn’t Tropic Thunder?
UB: No, it was not fake. This paid off, because in a way the guys were really mentally trashed, and then we started shooting. The movie is very horrific, and for the actors it was hard, because when you go around the corner there’s a booby-trap with a grenade or there are snakes and spiders and trap-doors where you can fall down, and tunnels you can get drawn (into) and get flooded with water and gas and everything. So it was very hard for these actors to do this movie, and the boot camp was unbelievably important to bring everyone into character. I think it’s a very intense war movie that shows you never win in a war — even if you survive, you lose. I think this comes across.
Now Obama Really Can Put His Foot Up Someone’s Ass…
How did this escape my attention for so long — the fact that someone actually created Barack Obama shoes?
Kinda funny. I guess it might risk being considered condescending if someone came out with Hillary Clinton-inspired business high heels. Flats, maybe? I don’t know, but one thing’s for certain — any John McCain kicks would have to rock the velcro.