movie-ku #21
In honor of the crash-and-burn of The Heartbreak Kid at the box office this weekend: End of the grossout? Could it be the finish of Farting as foreplay?
In honor of the crash-and-burn of The Heartbreak Kid at the box office this weekend: End of the grossout? Could it be the finish of Farting as foreplay?
It’s funny, but as much as I really like ‘Torchwood,’ rewatching it is not quite as much fun as rewatching ‘Doctor Who.’ I never get tired of ‘Doctor Who,’ and I constantly find new stuff to hash over in those episodes — these, not so much. They’re fun, and I’m certainly not saying that I dislike the show, but it’s not as rich in material as ‘Who’ is.
Nikki Finke posted this atrocious news at her Deadline Hollywood Daily on Friday: This comes to me from three different producers, so I know it’s real: Warner Bros president of production Jeff Robinov has made a new decree that “We are no longer doing movies with women in the lead”. This Neanderthal thinking comes after … more…
The horrendous way that the season finale of Doctor Who was chopped up by the Sci Fi Channel for American broadcast has me thinking about the craft of editing — and its power: One quick cut, and the Demented become sane, and The sane prosaic
With this episode, for the first time, I compared the British broadcast with the version that aired on Sci Fi, and I’m furious! Sci Fi cut out some really vital stuff, vital to plot and theme and character and color.
I spent the day with Joaquin Phoenix today: I saw his two new films, Reservation Road and We Own the Night. And I loved them both (though Night more than Road), and I adore Joaquin, think he’s sexy as hell, and yet, it made me wonder… Why are all the tough Films about guys doing … more…
Feel the Noise It’s a grand epic of the love story of an aspiring rapper and a hottie dancer, spanning the streets of the South Bronx and the nightclubs of Puerto Rico. Not starring Laurence Olivier and Greer Garson. (not screened for critics, and I’m giving it a pass) The Seeker: The Dark Is Rising … more…
Based on the 1972 movie — and Neil Simon’s 1972 screenplay — much in the same way that a breakfast of Pop Tarts and Mountain Dew is based on a petit dejeuner of fresh-baked croissants and cafe au lait.
Remember hearing that the early studio inclination with Harry was to Americanize him? This tedious, plodding, thoroughly unmagical movie could well be what that Hollywood Harry might have been.
And now the first of what I hope will be a running motif: haiku incorporating movie titles… When the world gets rough I take refuge in movies Reality bites