Category Archives: Musings
Production Shine Rubs Off of Halo
Variety is reporting that studio co-financiers Universal and 20th Century Fox have backed
out of the movie adaptation of Tom Clancy’s bestselling videogame Halo, executive produced by Peter Jackson. With a budget figure rumored to be crawling up toward if not past $200 million, the studios demanded that Microsoft (the publishers of the popular videogame) and members of the film’s producing team each take upfront and profit participation pay cuts.
This is of course the latest in a string of high-profile movies (including projects from Ben Stiller and Jim Carrey, among others) thrust unceremoniously into turnaround due to cost concerns, but does anyone really doubt that Halo, currently pegged for a summer 2008 release, is going to get made?
Studios are no longer typically in the business of wooing movie fans — they’re wooing event fans, and ergo aren’t going to pass up a swing for the fences in the form of a potential core audience like that of Halo, even if it all eventually blows up in their face, a la Lara Croft and the two forgettable Tomb Raider flicks. All this means is a bunch of extra phone calls and labyrinthine draft contract work for lawyers as Microsoft et al secure a new deal. Heck, every studio in town might have a piece of the pie by the time it’s all done.
On Sofia Coppola
chief thesis and point of exploration being that the young filmmaker has somewhat parlayed her privilege and wallflower image as a fancifully perplexed yet effortless artisan into the sort of ancillary acclaim upon which one can stake a long-term livelihood.
But is Marie Antoinette really a public ballot initiative on the future of her career? Budgeted at $40 million, it’s both a gamble (Lost in Translation cost $4 million) and a well-hedged bet, in that each of Coppola’s movies to date have grossed more money abroad than domestically. So does mainstream America care about an impressionistic, sugar-pop take on the titular French royal? Or do they even have to?
It’s not coincidence, in my mind, that of all the people who have expressed a hearty pre-release interest in Marie Antoinette, most are female professionals between 27 and 42. To get to the nut of what that implies, is Coppola then chiefly the beneficiary of conditions beyond her control, or is she a unique and talented sensory collagist of mood, space and setting? Well, the point, of course, is that the two are not mutually exclusive, and Marie Antoinette — bowing
Elizabeth Hurley Nominated for Best Supporting Cleavage
Has any actress who hasn’t appeared on Baywatch gotten more of a career boost from her breasts than Elizabeth Hurley? Remember when she used to act, and there was all this buzz about her producing career? I guess she’s got a role in Cedric the Entertainer’s forthcoming Code Name: The Cleaner, directed by hack extraordinaire Les Mayfield (Blue Streak, American Outlaws, The Man), but now she mainly just seems to troll red carpets in dresses frequently much more low-cut than this, God bless her.
No value judgment there, I’m just sayin’…
Darkness Falls, and Can’t Get Up…

One doesn’t realize how awful something like Darkness Falls truly is until one stumbles across it on cable television, where its thousand hues of black descend into a murky stew. As directed by Jonathan Liebesman, it’s a reductive of tale of the vengeful spirit of the tooth fairy… OK, fine. Naturally, this means all sorts of jolting musical cues from composer Brian Tyler, and a little kid in peril.
What I didn’t anticipate was just how wholly uninvolving the fright sequences would be, not the least of which because I could scarcely make out a damn thing in the jumbled mass of dark images. In a move that doesn’t bode well for the forthcoming Texas Chainsaw Massacre prequel, Liebesman piles grey on black on grey, using cross-cutting shadows that damage both spatial relationships and simple visual clarity. There’s no depth to the darkness. And while the color on my TV is balanced fairly well, what I watched of Darkness Falls had me squinting unsuccessfully to make heads or tails of its ghostly antagonist. It’s proof that while even good movies can be butchered on the small screen, already bad movies become far, far worse.
On Marebito and J-Horror’s One-Off Tension
World Trade Center — and thinks, “Hey, remember that time I had Jennifer Connelly’s boobs balanced on the side of my head? Good times…” Because I know I would…
“As much as we like [Cruise] personally, we thought it wrong to renew his deal. His recent conduct has not been acceptable to Paramount,” Sumner said.



