Erstwhile Gilmore Girl Lauren Graham didn’t only have to contend with the chance of Steve Carell cracking
her up on the set of the forthcoming Evan
Almighty — she also had to share screen time with some unusual animals.
“The amazing stuff with the animals was less what my
interaction was with them, but [just] watching these trainers get them kindly
and very simply to do what they wanted them to do,” she says. “Because I just
thought, ‘These giraffes have not been training to do Evan Almightytheir whole lives. How do they know to bring him the hammer?’ You know, so much of the stuff is real that you see in the movie. So that was
really amazing. I mean, we weren’t sitting around petting the lions or
anything, but it was cool to watch them walk by. You’re sitting there drinking
coffee, and you just got strangely used to it.”
“The animal we dealt the most with was Toothy the alpaca (note: above alpaca is for illustrative purposes only), who had… this huge underbite, and was really unattractive,” Graham continues. “And
I think we made the trainers mad because we called him Toothy and that’s not
his name. But the little boys who played our sons got really into Toothy as,
like, a mythical figure, even though he was right there. They’d be like, ‘Do
you think Toothy knows we’re rolling? Do you think Toothy knows we’re home?’ And
at dinner, and they’d be like, ‘What do you think Toothy’s eating for dinner?’”
Here Graham pauses for a laugh. “So he was the one that somehow, maybe became
of his unusual appearance, struck gold in our hearts.”
Cinema16 is pleased to announce the American release of Cinema
16: European Short Films in early September 2007. Critically acclaimed upon
its release overseas, this special two-disc DVD features previously unseen movies and early works by some of today’s most notable
filmmakers, as well as award-winning films from rising stars. In addition to
the films, the set contains over three hours of commentaries, many by the filmmakers themselves.
Dubbed “a must-have for any film
fan” by The London Telegraph, Cinema 16: European
Short Films celebrates the art of brevity by showcasing the best classic,
cult and award-winning shorts on DVD. The label launched in Europe
in 2003 with the release of British Short
Films, a collection that includes films by Peter Greenaway, Mike Leigh and
Stephen Daldry among others. That was followed up by the 2004 European Short Films release and, a year
later, American Short Films, which
includes works of Gus Van Sant, Andy Warhol, Tim Burton and others.
Cinema16: European
Short Films’ roster includes works by noted directors such as Christopher
Nolan, Lars Von Trier, Lynne Ramsay, Ridley Scott,
Roy Andersson (Songs From the Second
Floor), Mathieu Kassovitz
and Nanni Morettti, as well as award-winning and celebrated shorts including
Anders Thomas Jensen’s Oscar winner Election
Night, Juan Solanas’ Cannes Jury Prize winner The Man Without a Head and Toby MacDonald’s BAFTA-nominated Je T’aime John Wayne.
“Cinema16’s goal is to raise the profile of short films,
which have been integral to the careers of so many great directors,” said Luke
Morris, producer of Je T’aime John Wayne
and creator of the Cinema 16 label. “The line gives people access to incredibly
strong works that might otherwise be seen only by film festival audiences and
film school professors, if at all.” For more information, visit Cinema16.org.
Steve Carell was out in full force promoting his new film, Evan Almighty, yesterday with a battery of press interviews in Los Angeles, but he took some time to talk about his The Office cast mate, Jenna Fischer, and how she was recovering from her back injury, suffered after falling down a flight of stairs last month in New York.
“She’s much better, she’s back in Los Angeles,” says Carell of Fischer. “She will be completely fine, she’s going to kind of just lay low. She wasn’t working this summer so she can take it easy and rehab it, but she’s going to be fine.”
Carell, meanwhile, had nothing but praise for his experience on the series in general, and doesn’t seem eager to yet bolt The Office for a full-time, film-only career, despite currently shooting the big screen adaptation of Get Smart for next summer. “I think, just in terms of writing and value, nothing beats that show,” he says of The Office. “It’s such a smart group of people, and people are really devoted to the show. The actors… I think are fantastic, every one of them. We’re very lucky. That sort of [group] doesn’t come together very often. It’s sort of a brain trust, especially the writing team.” For a more fully sketched feature and interview with Carell, click here.
Forgot to mention this back when it occurred on May 19, but Michael Madsen appeared in person at the Fangoria Convention in Burbank, and did his best Tom Sizemore impression, squinting, smirking and acting quite odd.
He was talking up his participation in Shifter, a Rage comic book series about a two-legged, sunglasses-sporting, Mob hitman werewolf. Set to launch June 27, the series is being inked and published with an eye already being cast toward big screen adaptation. Saying that he’d been “in Valencia shooting a motorcycle picture for Quentin Tarantino until 3 a.m.” (that would be Larry Bishop’s Hell Ride, produced by Tarantino), Madsen says that doing something for his five sons played a big part in tackling Shifter,
but that also, “I’m trying to get away from the villain thing for a
while, and be a hero, instead of the one who gets thrown out of a
window by Steven Seagal.” (Apparently Madsen momentarily confused
himself with… Gary Busey?)
Also on hand with Madsen were Amber Benson, who models/plays informant Kimmy in the series, and Rachel Miner, the ex-Mrs. Macaulay Culkin, who portrays assassin Poison. They appeared bored and increasingly irritated, while Madsen kept interrupting the moderator, glancing around and pounding his cordless microphone on his armchair and repeating into it, “Thanksgiving!” in a deep voice, a reference to Eli Roth, who preceded the awkward Shifter panel with a chat about Hostel: Part II.
Press conferences are always something of a dicey proposition, and you typically lose quite a bit of the (admittedly manufactured) informality of roundtable interviews in the translation to this format, no matter how well managed against free-for-all they are. Sometimes, though, as at the press day held in Los Angeles this past weekend for the forthcoming Evan Almighty, the tradeoff proves deliciously worth it, either because of an instinctive performance moment born of appearing in front of a larger group or… well, just a stupidly phrased question that provides its own inherent entertainment value. To wit, this exchange with Lauren Graham, above:
Question: In both this movie and in Gilmore Girls, you’re the sexy
mom…
Lauren Graham: Thanks.
Q: Not skinny at all, but very light…
LG: Mmm… wow, there’s that. Not at all? You wouldn’t say at
all?
Q: What do you do to…
LG: To be so not skinny?
Q: … do you work out, or…?
LG: (laughs) Well, thank you for part of that question. I
don’t have really any awareness of that. What I knew is that I thought that… You
know, we sort of discussed that I didn’t think [my character] worked. And so I
wanted her to feel kind of casual and natural, especially in opposition to this
guy [Steve Carell] who’s very buttoned up and has kind of gotten into this more professional
time of his life. I felt like this is a girl who’s known him a long time, and
knew him before all this stuff happened. And so I just wanted her to be kind of
a counterpoint for him. And the other stuff: like, if I did anything I wanted
to do, I would be, like, a lot… Uh, this is me like running and doing
everything I can. I’m sort of fighting a battle… I guess. I could go really far the
other way, so this… I work out a lot. I watch what I eat. It’s very hard won
even to be this not skinny. Yes! Next…
For the record, and for what it’s worth, the question came from a female reporter…
Wow, Michael Musto — when asked if he thought Paris Hilton was eventually going to write (sigh…) another book to help re-cast herself in a more sympathetic light — said that she was “going to scratch the letter X on a used tampon.” This on MSNBC…
Fan-freaking-tastic. After readying, in my mind, an admittedly somewhat belated but nonetheless brilliant post about Paris Hilton’s forthcoming Disturbia experience, it appears that Paris has been thrown back behind bars for her reckless driving and suspended license parole violation — at least for now — freaking out in the courtroom and crying out, “It’s not right!” and, “Mom!” All this after being placed in handcuffs in a police car and driven to the courtroom this morning for a hearing on her early release from jail — a hearing that her lawyers tried to get her to “attend” via phone.
None-too-happy Judge Michael T. Sauer said that he saw “no documentation or evidence to support claims of a mitigating medical condition” (e.g., the sheriff’s office filed no paperwork) and reinstated Hilton’s sentence, though with California’s overcrowded prisons and the possibility of good behavior time off, a full, 45-day term shouldn’t be expected. Naturally, an appeal over the house arrest/jail matter should also be filed, probably today but possibly Monday. Meanwhile, TMZ.com managing editor Harvey Levin is on MSNBC playing talking head right now, with paper airplanes flying around his head in the “newsroom” background. Wow. This. Is. America.
Hilton would have gotten through this whole ordeal a lot more smoothly if she just shut up and took it like a champ, with a clenched jaw. This makes her look like even more of a spoiled, out-of-touch brat, though, something I didn’t think was possible. And the courtroom outburst has to rank as top-shelf taunting material for years to come. In fact, if I strain my ears, I think I can hear the “It’s not right!” T-shirts being printed up right now…
Per the Los Angeles Times, the Weinstein Company has pulled the trigger on Kevin Smith’sZack and Miri Make a Porno, a bawdy sex comedy budgeted at $15 million. Inspired/shamed by a 15-year high school reunion, two Minnesotan slacker friends dive into amateur porn, to characteristically comedic effect.
Granted, this sounds a little bit like The Amateurs (now The Moguls), but that movie should be rated PG-13, and we all know that’s not going to happen with Smith’s film, which he’s said will feature nudity, but of the “funny, not gratuitous” variety. Smith and filthy sex talk go together like fat kids and cake, so this pairing of filmmaker and material seems a natural, and a good financial bet as well. Too bad it’s not Zak and Sara Make a Porno, though, if only to include the Ben Folds song…
Hostel: Part II writer-director Eli Roth and cast mates Bijou Phillips
and Vera Jordanova
took questions at the Los Angeles Fangoria Convention at the Burbank Hilton a
couple weeks back, and the answers, insights and good-naturedly gory
reminiscences came fast and furious.
While the brief clip from the Hostel sequel showing an abortive escape attempt by Phillips wasn’t
necessarily anything to write home about, Phillips did dispute gossip that she didn’t enjoy the Czechoslovakian shoot, or was hell on wheels on set, as apparently reported elsewhere in some gossip rag. Also, Roth talked at length about his
actors’ performances (making up for the fact that so few questions were lobbed
their way, perhaps), and said — however dubious a claim — that the Motion
Picture Association of America did literally
say/admit that “good acting” was responsible for an NC-17 rating on the
first-pass cut of the movie. Roth says he believes that the torturous scenes of
women in peril — and Phillips’ anguished reactions in particular — were the ratings
board’s chief cause of concern, because they played as so disturbingly real. That was kind of the point, he argued, and that, “People who come to see Hostel: Part II know exactly what kind of movie they’re getting into. They’re looking for some fucked-up shit.”
After the 35-minute-ish session, the aforementioned trio
signed autographs, but the most unnerving sight had to be folks posing for
pictures (some with their children!) with two fake-blood-covered slaughterhouse
torturers standing on either side of a bound, gagged and scantily clad model.
Still trying to figure out a way to pour some Purell on my brain after that one…
In his latest film, Mr. Brooks, Kevin Costner plays a buttoned-up businessman whose family life masks a lifetime of serial murdering. It’s an audacious movie full of wild swings in plot, and one that refreshingly embraces certain excesses. Interestingly, though, one bit that could be overplayed but isn’t comes in the form of Mr. Brooks’ murderous id, Marshall, played by William Hurt. When Brooks has conversations with Marshall, time stops in the movie. But is the character, as seen, a randomly externalized presentation of Brooks’ inner psyche, or does Marshall actually have his own back story? According to Costner at the film’s recent press day, it’s the latter.
“I found Marshall
when I was 12 years old in a book of children’s dreams,” says Costner of his character. “And he would play
basically a Black Knight, an evil person. But I liked him so much in the book
because he was kind of cool. And I liked him so much, actually, I was afraid he
was going to die in the book, so I never finished it. And my father used to
discipline me with the idea that if I wasn’t good, that the Black Knight would
come and get me [because] he actually hid in my
closet. And like any young man, eventually you challenge your dad’s theory and
you open that closet. And there was my imaginary friend, and he was not scary
at all to me. So he’s been with me, sort of as my alter-ego. And that began
when I was 12 years old.” For a full review of Mr. Brooks, click here.
Writer-director Judd Apatow likes to establish a couple of main story arcs and then turn his trusted players loose, so it’s no surprise that Knocked Up has a lot of deleted material, even though it clocks in at over two hours in its theatrical incarnation. This deleted scene, featuring Jonah Hill and Katherine Heigl, finds the former’s character watching Brokeback Mountain, and expounding in fairly raunchy form upon what’s missing from Ang Lee’s movie. Some funny stuff, but very easy to see why it was left out.
Lindsay Lohan’s I Know Who Killed Me, through someone who worked on the production.
Before I get to that tidbit (bail now if you don’t want to read a potential story spoiler), it’s worth mentioning, I guess, that more of the in-character video blogs on the movie’s spin-off site have gone live — seven more, by my count, as of this afternoon, June 1. They’re seemingly ramping up the rate of revelation in the wake of Lohan’s recent DUI arrest, but any malingering sense of ominousness — which I already thought was rather wan — is being squeezed out by more of the same silly, discursive narration (“Breathing and transforming — solid becoming gas, pain becoming a gift, awareness expanding…”) and the fact that these entries are so breathlessly paced.
Again, to briefly reiterate the film’s major apparent story points, Lohan plays a student, Aubrey Fleming, who gets kidnapped and tortured by a killer, then turns up two weeks later claiming to be Dakota Moss, a stripper. Dakota, it seems, is also a bad girl character Aubrey created for a classroom writing assignment, so where does the line of fiction end and reality begin? Blah blah blah…
Well, according to the aforementioned source, Lohan’s character loses an arm and a leg. Like, seriously. This tidbit, combined with the trailer and video blog, seems to point the movie, and its obligatory twist, in one of two directions, one of which is distinctly Scream-ish (minus that movie’s tone, naturally). The other might be slightly more interesting, and generally jibe with reports of a long-running assembly cut of the movie, but it would have a bit higher degree of difficulty and additionally be much harder to sell in the summer, and certainly now with Lohan’s troubles. The script no doubt features copiously interwoven red herrings, so unless more information leaks out, the guessing game continues until the film’s release on July 27.
the Landmark at the Westside Pavilion, the new, 12-screen flagship theater of the nation’s largest chain devoted exclusively to art house and independent releases. Apart from the surface shock of any development project that actually met its original launch date, I was impressed with the wide concourses and generally smart use of space.
I eschewed snapping photos (being the proud owner of a cell phone with no built-in camera), but did enjoy the view from the windows of the new theater, which span two stories. Granted, you’re still looking out at the intersection of Westwood and Pico Boulevards, at CompUSA, the Mattress Gallery and a string of mom-and-pop bodegas and ethnic cuisine joints, but to the east one can glimpse Century City, and at sunset it’s not a bad sight.
I have no idea what its prices will be, but the theater obviously nipped a few lessons in design, amenities and service fromthe ArcLight Cinema in Hollywood, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, either from an aesthetic point-of-view or one of practical, demographic catering. (The west side of Los Angeles, for those living in Nebraska, isn’t really the low-rent district.) The downstairs theaters are the bigger ones, with stadium-style, sloped seating and a flattened, even-level portion at the bottom. The upstairs screening rooms are a bit more intimate, with large, cushioned chairs and sofas that make it easier to mack on your date or sit together in groups. Of course, no armrests for separation could make it a bit uncomfortable in a crowded screening you’re attending alone, and those cushions are going to soon serve as catch-alls for the change, Chapstick and keys of shallow Westside pockets.
Numbering more than 3,000 free spaces,the Landmark‘s underground, wind-around parking seems to slightly mirror the Hollywood & Highland Complex, though (hopefully) with less orange cones in its future. Naturally, there’s a valet section, and Pizza Rustica and LaBrea Bakery serve as high-end concessions, among other offerings. (And yes, like the Arclight, beer is also apparently available for certain screenings of R-rated fare.) To get info on the Landmark‘s showtimes — it opens today, June 1 — or just investigate more and check out a few stock interior photos, click here.
Need further proof that Rupert Murdoch is a lightning bolt-wielding quasi-deity who probably already owns either the company you work for or you outright? You mean other than the fact that he has someone on staff at $195,000 a year whose sole job it is to follow him around and make his movie studio’s little trumpeting theme song, and do the Bartman at any time he chooses? Dude just bought the American quarter.
Well, sort of. As part of its promotional campaign for Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer, 20th Century Fox has apparently teamed with (read: punched in the face, and taken the keys to their press) the Franklin Mint to create a limited edition run of 40,000 quarters which feature the titular baddie (and the film’s URL address, of course) emblazoned on the coin’s back, plastered over that pesky bald eagle. What the Christ is next… Die Hard dollars, with Bruce Willis’ smirking visage and, “In ‘yippee ki-yay’ we trust” stamped on the reverse? Umm… hey, Rupert — if you use that idea, actually, could you just cut me a small, tiny creative license fee? Yes, you can pay me in quarters.
Those “Vote Pedro” T-shirts got a lot of attention a few years back, but if the award-winning, Spanish-language teen comedy Casi Casi had anything to say about it, there would be plenty of “Vote Emilio” T-shirts out there as well. Roughly cut from the same sort of satirical cloth as Mean Girls and Election, the movie centers on Emilio (Mario Pabon), an
average teen who finds himself in the principal’s office every week. He nurses a crush on Jacklynne (Maite Canto), the most popular girl in school and, in a rash attempt
to impress the girl of his dreams, he decides to run for Student Council
President. Soon after declaring his candidacy, though, Emilio discovers, much to his
horror, that Jacklynne will be running against him. Emotions fly high as
campaign fever intensifies; not wanting to not lose his chance at winning
Jacklynne’s heart, Emilio devises a risky plan that could end in disaster if the school
principal gets wind of his scheme. The winner of multiple festival awards — including honors at the
San Diego Latino Film Festival, the Boston Latino International Festival, the
New York International Latino Festival, the Vistas Film Festival, the
Philadelphia Film Festival and the Chicago Latino Film Festival — Casi Casi is rated PG for language and some crude humor. The film’s DVD comes presented in a regular Amray case, with an audio commentary track from writer-directors Jaime and Tony Vallés, as well as a brief making-of featurette. To purchase the movie via Amazon, click here.
As embodied above, let’s all pause to remember the good times with Lindsay Lohan. The, umm… more innocent times? Well, sort of, actually. In news that comes as a shock to only… well, no one, Lohan was arrested on suspicion of driving under the influence after her 2005 Mercedes SL-65 (how’s that for a product plug?) convertible struck a curb and crashed on Sunset Blvd. at 5:30 a.m. She was subsequently released from custody because she was admitted to the hospital, police said. The rub is that investigators also found what they suspect is cocaine at the scene; they declined to say where the drug was found other than to say Lohan was not carrying it. (Two other passengers were with her at the time of the crash.)
On a personal level, I’m mainly really irritated because this ruined by planned July 2 post for Lohan’s 21st birthday, which was to be an open letter to her explaining all about alcohol, and what she could expect from her first libation. Confirmation of what deep down many already knew (that Lohan was into some harder stuff) takes the edge off of such dry, beautifully crafted sarcasm.
In other Lohan news, I previously touched on the in-character video blog that’s serving as the first wave of Sony’s promotional push for its July release, I Know Who Killed Me, and as of right now the site is still active. I was talking with a friend recently about someone who worked on the project, and his sense was one of a movie in some tonal trouble. He reported that the film’s first cut was well over three hours, and while a first-pass “assembly cut” of significantly longer length isn’t atypical, it does seem curiously long for a genre film of this sort. I also gleaned a very interesting plot detail that I’ll look to re-confirm and post again on next week.
Just as Sonny and Cher’s “I Got You, Babe” took on its own special hell in 1993’s Groundhog Day, so too does the Carpenters’ “We’ve Only Just Begun” in 1408, a thriller of containment, based on a short story by Stephen King, set for release this summer, June 22.
The film stars John Cusack as Mike Enslin, a cynical writer with a shattered past. Enslin has penned a a string of bestselling “spooky travel” tomes, centered around the most infamous haunted houses and graveyards around the country. He takes as his latest challenge the titular suite in New York City’s Dolphin Hotel, as part of a book project entitled Ten
Nights in Haunted Hotel Rooms. Defying the warnings of the Dolphin’s manager (Samuel L. Jackson), Enslin checks in and quickly becomes plagued by visions both general and unnervingly specific.
He’s also intimidated by a clock radio that, even after being ripped from the wall, occasionally blares out “We’ve Only Just Begun,” as it counts down the hour that he ostensibly has left to live. It’s a characteristically sardonic sort of detail from King, not played for laughs like with “I Got You, Babe,” but also not without its tongue-in-cheek amusement. Besides, the Carpenters’ “I Won’t Last a Day Without You” or Hall & Oates’ “Maneater” would’ve been a little too on the nose, I reckon. I’ll have more discrete thoughts on the film itself later next week, but in the meantime, for 1408‘s trailer, click here.
For its crime thriller I Know Who Killed Me, Sony Pictures is the latest company to go quasi-viral and underground in its web marketing approach, eschewing the usual gimmicks and moody evocations of such a genre piece’s Internet shingle in favor of a low-fi site built around only an in-character video blog. This is all the more unusual since the movie stars Lindsay Lohan, who plays a stripper that is abducted and tortured by a serial killer, rescued — and then returns claiming she is someone else. The question, then is: understandable trauma, split personality or something else even more sinister?
Five bits are posted so far, with 15 more teased in picture form — around one new posting each week until its scheduled late July release. The problem here is not the concept, but rather the execution. First off, the mouthy title is actually pinched from a rather famously whispered line of dialogue from Twin Peaks. The greater problem, though, is that the ridiculous, willfully vague, pseudo-intellectual ramblings (“Our nature is to go deeper, to find calmness, quiet, answers.
And questions. It’s why you’re here in my hallowed place, learning”) that are laid over the killer’s hand-held footage (which itself consists of abattoir atmospherics and peeping Tom long-distance shots), as well as their gravelly, Jigsaw-esque tone, make the project seem like a slightly tonier Saw knockoff. I have no doubt that it all (in theory, at least) builds to something, but right now the site conveys neither chilly menace nor greatly guarded mystery. I’ll try to check back on it in the coming weeks…
The $80 million worldwide gross of 2006’s down-and-dirty
horror flick Hostel, and in particular its $19.5 million Stateside opening weekend, guaranteed writer-director
Eli Roth (above right) a couple more pictures, and he hasn’t been shy about exercising options
on a full slate of announced projects that, at times, has included up to a
whopping eight movies. Naturally, though, Roth can’t direct 24/7, nor in a
bubble (one thinks… that would present some practical hurdles), so he’s had to
trim his slate a bit.
Roth and a pair of his Hostel:
Part II leading ladies, Bijou Phillips
and Vera Jordanova,
appeared recently at the Los Angeles Fangoria Convention, and amidst information
about that movie’s production — shot primarily in Czechoslovakia, but including
location work in Iceland and the south of France — were plenty of questions about
Roth’s recent and upcoming work. Apart from exercising a pretty spot-on impression
of David Lynch (“OK, here’s the deal: rabbits!”), for whom Roth worked prior to Cabin Fever, Roth shared his thoughts
on making the Thanksgiving trailer,
as well as other tidbits. To wit, a brief sampler:
Roth said that making the Thanksgiving trailer for Grindhouse
was the most fun he’s ever had filming anything, and that he took particular
glee in corrupting an entire town’s schoolchildren for the outdoor processional
gone terribly wrong. “If you ever have a chance to film a parade scene where
you cut off a giant turkey’s head,” said Roth, “do it!” Asked if he would
consider extending Thanksgiving to a feature-length
production, as Robert Rodriguez has talked about doing for his trailer for Machete, Roth said he’d like to make a Thanksgiving feature, but
that the less-than-hoped-for theatrical grosses for Grindhouse have
cooled some at the Weinstein Company and elsewhere on the idea. “I made a pact
that Edgar (Wright) that if I did Thanksgiving, he’d do Don’t!,” says
Roth, in reference to Wright’s trailer contribution, before adding, “But it
would have to be, like, Dogshit ’95… instead of Dogme ’95 — shoot it down-and-dirty,
in like seven to 10 days, for under $1 million. That’s the only way it would
work. We’d have to put those limitations on ourselves.”
As widely detailed, Roth’s next directorial project is an
adaptation of Stephen King’s Cell,
penned by The People Vs. Larry Flynt’s
Scott Alexander and Larry Karaszewski. And Roth doesn’t have any involvement in the Cabin Fever sequel,
directed by Ti West, beyond taking an executive producer credit. But the Thanksgiving experience got some other
creative juices flowing, and according to Roth he’s also going to direct an entire film,
called Trailer Trash, consisting of
20 to 25 phony, stylized previews. No word yet if these would be shot in consecutive
fashion either before or after Cell,
but one can imagine that a few of Roth’s friends will likely get involved as
well.
Its debut animated offering, Igor, is more than 17 months from release, but the Weinstein Company has already announced plans for a sequel, and that they have
formed a strategic alliance with Exodus Film Group to jointly develop, produce
and finance a multi-picture slate of CG-animated feature films, DVDs and
television series, with TWC distributing the titles worldwide.
The joint
announcement was made today by Harvey Weinstein, Co-Chairman of The Weinstein
Company and John D. Eraklis, CEO of Exodus Film Group. “With our first collaboration Igor looking so strong we thought the timing was right to further the relationship,
and to begin work on an Igor sequel,” Weinstein stated. “John Eraklis and his team, led by Max
Howard, have the unique ability to create dynamic animated entertainment that
attracts kids, parents and everyone in between.”
Final terms of the first-look, multi-year deal were not released, but to complement the strategic alliance with TWC, Exodus will establish
a New York presence, iin addition to their headquarters in Los
Angeles and European operations in Paris.Other CG-animated projects in the works for the Weinstein Company
include Escape From Planet Earth, Opus, Cricket In Times Square and Hoodwinked
2: Hood vs. Evil — the sequel to the surprise 2005 box office hit Hoodwinked, which pulled in more than $100 million-plus worldwide. Igor is currently slated for release on October 24, 2008.
I don’t know if anyone else out there has caught MTV’s Adventures in Hollyhood — and I certainly can’t recommend it — but my television had lag-defaulted there late last night from its earlier TiVo consumption of the deliciously retarded The Inferno, and I was struck dumb by witnessing director Joel Schumacher take a meeting with members of the Three 6 Mafia, to discuss a potential film project.
For those (blissfully) not in the know, the series centers, I gather, around rappers Juicy J, DJ Paul, Project Pat, Big Treice et al, and their attempts to parlay their Oscar-winning Hustle & Flow hit into some sort of collective and respective film careers. After staring at each other slack-jawed while trying to pen a script, or at least the loose approximation thereof (and then, finally, getting the bright idea to phone Hustle & Flow producer John Singleton for advice), a pair of the guys somehow score an audience with Schumacher. This is obviously a courtesy meeting, but the Three 6 Mafia goes all out in an attempt to more robustly authenticate the “Memphis flavor” of their rambling pitch, hiring bikini-clad girls to serve barbecued ribs to the filmmaker — nevermind that even a cursory biography search would have revealed Schumacher to be openly gay.
Polite to a fault, Schumacher chows down on the ribs, offers some to the ladies, makes an awkward bulimia joke, and then listens to what appears to be a 30-minute reading or something like that. At its end, Schumacher tells the Three 6 Mafia that he feels “they really have a film,” and he wants to follow up with them; the whole surreal bit ends with hugs and “pounds.” It gets even better, though. In the show’s closing credits, one of the rappers receives a call several days later from someone at Schumacher’s office, but hangs up on them, mistaking their own identification as the person for whom they were asking. So take note, aspiring screenwriters: forget structure and craft, merely start a rap career to help open up occupational avenues for yourself…
David Lynch dropped a new short film at this year’s Cannes Film Festival, a two-and-a-half-minute offering. There isn’t much context provided with respect to its opening night unfurling, but it’s another characteristically Lynchian mind-trip, melding together a perverted (which is to say distorted) memory, muddled dread and, eventually, violence, along with a giant pair scissors (a nod to Dali, perhaps?) that pierce through a movie screen within the short work, invading the established distance and sanctuary of the piece’s extra frame. Naturally, the film is already up on YouTube; click here to watch.
The folks at Maxim obviously watch television (making the cut: Yunjim Kim, Ali Larter, et al), but I guess just not The Office. To quote Cartman from South Park: “It’s wrong, it’s wronnnng!” For another, perfectly beatific picture, as well as an analysis of Fischer’s transition to film roles, click here.
Ever feel like you needed to marry Shelley Duvall’s screams and Jack Nicholson’s enthusiastic door-splintering from The Shining to a cuckoo clock? Then click here.