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Week of March 13, 2006

You can take "The Peacemaker," "Deep Impact," and "The Tuxedo." We'll take "Gladiator," "American Beauty" and anything else that didn't suck.

Emilio's 17

Yeah, like he needed all that overpriced crap anyway...

This lawsuit's going to make 'House Party' look like 'House Party Two!'

I told you... don't call me SENIOR!!

Maybe this is all a bad dream too?

Thanks Sharon, but I think I'll wait until this one comes out on DVD (so I can freeze frame of course)

There is absolutely, positively no nepotism in Hollywood. None.

You're good, baby, I'll give you that... but me? I'm magic.

This band will go down like a lead balloon

Well, Goodbye there Children...

They can't sell the Capitol Records building! What will be left to destroy in the next crappy 'end of the world' movie?

Same old Courtney - still sponging off Kurt

Panic on the streets of Austin

You're a fat, Botox faced, wig-wearing ninny! Oh yeah? Well your band has a dirty H addict as a lead singer!

Black Sabbath, Blondie, Miles Davis, The Sex Pistols, Lynyrd Skynyrd Enter Rock Hall



01 THE BREAK-UP $39.17
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02 X-MEN: THE LAST STAND $34.02
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03 OVER THE HEDGE $20.65
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04 THE DAVINCI CODE $18.61
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05 MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE III $4.68
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06 POSEIDON $3.49
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07 RV $3.20
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08 SEE NO EVIL $2.04
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09 AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH $1.36
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10 JUST MY LUCK $855K
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A Day and a Night

 

Things are turning and churning out there. The selections for next month's Cannes Film Festival have been announced, THE REAL CANCUN is launching its SARS-like infestation campaign in theatres nationwide, it's just been announced the two MATRIX movies will show up on IMAX screens, the NEW YORK TIMES is looking at a narrowed list of applicants to fill Rick Lyman's Hollywood beat reporter job... and here I am up in San Francisco, feeling fizzy and faint.

I'm not saying champagne has been the single biggest component in my experience so far with the San Francisco Film Festival, but it sure seems that way now. My head feels mushy and heavy and slightly swollen. I can hear this impudent little voice inside me, chuckling at my condition and saying with disdain, "If you think you can just use me for whoopee and then show me the door, forget it. I'll be with you all day, hombre, and if you don't like it, take a Tylenol."

Wednesday was my first full day here, but I spent half of it finishing up the column and then catching an 11 a.m. screening of X2. (I gave it a thumbs-up grade in Wednesday's column, but that'll be all until next week.) Then I bused and subwayed down to the Castro to see most of a BBC-produced documentary called THE LIFE OF PETER SELLERS ...AS HE FILMED IT -- the only festival entry I saw the entire day.

It's just a lot of home-movie footage taken by the late comedian and genius actor in the '50s, '60s and 70s, but somehow directors Anthony Wall and Peter Lydon make it amount to more than this. It's extremely well-edited and scored and sometimes uses interview tapes of Sellers talking about himself as narration. I found it curiously touching in a bygone, bittersweet sort of way.

It also reminded me what a mistake it is to cast Geoffrey Rush as Sellers in that HBO biopic that's shooting later this year. It'll be like Ian McKellen playing John F. Kennedy -- a great talent giving a completely behind-the-eight-ball portrayal of a famous person, for the simple fact that the physical resemblance is marginal at best.

The rest of the day was spent going back to the hotel to write some more, dropping by festival headquarters at the Kabuki cinemas to say hello to the staff, and then attending a black-tie tribute fundraiser at the Ritz Carlton in honor of Robert Altman and Dustin Hoffman.

The evening began with a cocktail reception held under a white tent on the hotel's outdoor rear patio. It was all fat cats and rich celebrities, except for the journalists, photographers, publicists and volunteers. Elegant duds, famous faces -- Hoffman, Altman, Lily Tomlin, Robin Williams, Oakland mayor Jerry Brown, Saul Zaentz, Tom Waits, Peter Coyote -- and lots of busty trophy wives in their 30s and early 40s.

I spoke briefly with former Warner Bros. honcho Terry Semel, who said he'd just spoken a few hours earlier with the Wachowski Brothers about THE MATRIX RELOADED. I raised my glass in tribute to his seminal role in launching the MATRIX franchise. If you know the story, it was Semel's rapt admiration of their 1996 thriller BOUND that resulted in the greenlighting of the original MATRIX, which had previously been seen by some in WB production circles as a cool but confusingly written thing.

I ran into Sony Classics' Tom Bernard and Michael Barker, who have two or three films here and were getting me very excited about an Errol Morris documentary about former Defense Secretary Robert McNamara called THE FOG OF WAR. Sony Classics produced this allegedly riveting work, which Barker or Bernard (I forget who) said unfolds with the same narrative-drama impact as Morris's THE THIN BLUE LINE. They'll be premiering it next month at the Cannes Film Festival.

I spoke with the festival's executive director, Roxanne Messina Captor, about her decision to keep Oliver Stone's COMANDANTE -- a friendly documentary about Cuba's Fidel Castro -- in the festival's schedule, even though the upcoming Tribeca Film Festival, apparently following the lead of HBO and a suggestion by the film's Spanish producer, had yanked it from their own schedule. Captor said she felt that film festival audiences, being a bit hipper and more socially attuned than the mainstream, should be given a chance to see the Stone doc, despite it's having suddenly become dated by Castro's recent tyrannical decision to execute three dissidents.

At 7:40 pm or so everyone went downstairs to the hotel ballroom for the awards ceremony, which was pleasant enough and even stirring at times.

Robin Williams delivered a five-minute stand-up routine and, as usual, killed. Waits was summoned to the stage three times to sing "Waltzing Matilda" and two other standards, one of which Altman said had once brought him to tears, even though he never cries. Hoffman, who always goes on at length but is always insightful and intriguing when expounding on the lives of actors, sounded earnest and caring. Altman was in buoyant spirits, declaring at one point that his age (he's nudging 80) has no bearing on his attitude or energy, and that he feels like he has "a 38 year-old heart."

I walked out to the rear lobby at one point to stretch my legs and ran into a Lucasfilm publicist. She was spirited and resilient and, I decided, nothing but class. This was because she listened to me explain in detail how and why George Lucas has destroyed and betrayed the STAR WARS franchise with his flaccid writing and direction of Episodes #1 and #2, and how he's basically become this isolated, bloated poobah. She smiled and nodded all through my ragging of her boss and never once got riled, and yet she had some good points to make in opposition.

I went over to Tosca with some of the festival staffers after the tribute ended, and that's where my champagne troubles began. They were partly aggravated by my having met a local filmmaker named Erika Shershun (having made a film called NIGHTFALL). She was drinking bubbly at the bar and urging me to do the same. She was blonde and pretty, and she found me fascinating. Resistance was futile.

Walk That Plank

There's something dicey about the idea of a Johnny Depp movie called PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL (July 9). And I say this knowing zip about this Touchstone/Disney release except that (a) Gore Verbinski directed, (b) the costars are Geoffrey Rush, Orlando Bloom and Jonathan Pryce, and (c) the plot sounds the usual pirate gruel. I totally turned around on Verbinski after seeing THE RING, but the odds still don't favor his being able to out-finagle the Curse of Blackbeard.

Pirate movies have a rep, which is that they always blow chunks and never make any money. They haven't really worked as a genre since the early '50s, when Burt Lancaster was bounding around in THE CRIMSON PIRATE. Renny Harlin's CUTTHROAT ISLAND ('95) cost $92 million, earned $11 million domestic, and probably contributed to the demise of his marriage to the film's star, Geena Davis. Roman Polanski's PIRATES ('86) was one of his lesser efforts and also died at the box-office. 1983 saw the release of three pirate-movie calamities -- YELLOWBEARD, NATE AND HAYES and THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE.

None of this really means anything as PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN could always surprise everyone and become the pirate movie that bucks the tide, but let's at least acknowledge there is (or has been) a tide. I asked an industry friend last week why he believes the Verbinski film won't fly, and he said, "I just don't think people want to see a movie with characters wearing all those stupid costumes." Is this a fair thing to say? Yes. People in pirate movies do wear funny costumes. And Verbinski and producers Jerry Bruckheimer and Mike Stenson knew this going in.

What Backlash?

I was feeling badly last week for poor Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins taking all this heat for being outspoken, anti-Bush, anti-war-in-Iraq lefties.

There was that BULL DURHAM, baseball-hall-of-fame flap a while back, and then Sarandon's CBS telefilm ICE BOUND did horribly in the ratings. And then Dennis Miller said something last weekend on Bill Maher's HBO show that got my attention. I don't have the exact quote, but he said in effect that average-Joe Americans probably are pissed at Sarandon and Robbins and other lefty-showbiz types (Jeanane Garafalo, Sean Penn, et. al.), and that they may take some career hits from that.

So I was all set to write one of those what-kind-of-country-have-we become? articles that says dissent is what our Constitution is all about, and why are so many proud-to-be-an-American types talking about socking it to the lefties with economic payback? Why can't they respect Garafalo & Co. for having the views they have as well as the balls to articulate them, and just be cool about it?

Then I read Paul Farhi's 4.22.piece about this in the WASHINGTON POST, and realized I was wrong. Being a leftie dissenter isn't a career killer - it's a booster. It gets you into the news, raises your profile, and maybe even ups your income.

"I knew when I started speaking out that it was going to be unpleasant," Jeanane Garafalo told Farhi, "and I've taken my punches. But the positives have far outweighed the negatives."

These include "all the unsolicited offers Garofalo has received -- speaking engagements, stand-up gigs, stage roles -- in the weeks since she proffered her antiwar opinions on news programs," the article says. "Such as the bundles of attagirl letters and the hearty congratulations of strangers in the street. Such as the sitcom pilot she's making for ABC. The other day, after a decade and a half of doing comedy, she made America Online's 'Comedians to Watch' list.

"'Before this I was a moderately well-known character actress,' Garafalo said. 'Now I'm almost famous.'"

A marketing friend said the same thing to me about Sarandon and Robbins. "I don't believe this stuff about there being an econmic price to be paid for being outspoken, " he said. "[Sarandon and Robbins] aren't stars any more. She's been mostly on television for the last couple of years, and he's a character actor and a third-place guy who tends to play heavies. But the showbiz establishment is liberal and they'll always get work."

"Not to be too cynical about it," writes Farhi. "But dissent, it seems, can be a pretty good career move.

"Martin Sheen has been assailed by critics for his views. Sean Penn alleges in a lawsuit that he lost a role in a movie as a result of his antiwar stance and his prewar trip to Iraq. And, of course, a handful of radio stations launched well-publicized 'boycotts' of the Dixie Chicks (who are nude on this week's cover of ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY) after lead singer Natalie Maines said at a concert in mid-March that she was 'ashamed' that President Bush was from her native Texas (she later apologized).

"But it's hard to find much lasting damage. All told, widespread publicity about celebrities' war views has helped, not hurt, the careers of the famous.

"In the weeks after Maines's comments, for example, sales of the Chicks' latest album, 'Home,' fell out of the top spot on the country charts -- before bouncing right back into the No. 1 position last week.

"After his outburst at the Oscars last month ('Shame on you, Mr. Bush!'), author and filmmaker Michael Moore saw his book 'Stupid White Men' return to the top of the NEW YORK TIMES bestseller list. Two days after the Oscars, he reported on his website that his documentary BOWLING FOR COLUMBINE had received more video orders on Amazon.com than the Oscar winner for Best Picture, CHICAGO.

"Moore also reported that he's received funding for his next documentary and has been approached by an unnamed network to revive his old show, TV NATION.

"Even Robbins, who frets about 'a climate of fear' for lesser-known actors, can't really complain. 'I'm okay,' he says in an interview. 'I just finished two films,"' including one with Clint Eastwood. 'I don't believe there's fallout. If there was, I don't think anyone would say, 'We're not hiring you for political reasons.'

Part of the reason a backlash hasn't really happened "may be that baby boomers grew up with dissent and are used to it by now," writes Farhi. "And young people -- the primary audience for much of popular culture -- either aren't paying attention or aren't turned off by antiwar comments.

Despite Hollywood's reputation as a overwhelmingly liberal town, he adds, "famous entertainers who've espoused conservative views have flourished, too.

"Bob Hope became for many young people a symbol of hidebound establishment values in the late 1960s and early 1970s as a result of his outspoken support of the Vietnam War and the Nixon administration. But those views did little to tarnish Hope's legendary status; his TV specials continued to draw blockbuster ratings through the 1980s (a retrospective of his career aired on NBC on Sunday). His 100th birthday next month will likely be an occasion for national tributes.

"Similarly, Charlton Heston was an aging actor whose best days seemed behind him when he began speaking out in behalf of gun owners' rights and the National Rifle Association in the late 1980s. Until early symptoms of Alzheimer's disease slowed him last year, Heston, 78, had appeared in nearly three films a year for the past dozen years.

"And who could forget that B-list actor who turned his avocation for politics into a vocation? Ronald Reagan, an old contract player for Warner Bros., did just fine expressing his political opinions."

Cancun Horror

"These cheap shuck and jivers Murray and Bonnim have exploited their own ideas too many times and this seems to be the Big Kahuna. Where will it all end? I feel sorry for the poor bastards that actually spend money to watch this swill. I can understand the t & a factor but that's what internet porn is for. Murray and Bunim are the epitome of what's wrong with MTV in general, so this is just another reason to put them on my plane crash list." -- Chief Smartola

"Thanks so much for the piece on THE REAL CANCUN. It's been expressing all the excitement I've had about this flick, but for once I don't get people rolling their eyes at me. Bless you. I want GIRLS GONE WILD: THE MOVIE. I hope like hell I get it." -- Matt

Wells to Matt: I don't get it. You're excited about this flick? And you want to see GIRLS... oh, I get it now. You're being insincere.

"I thought you might enjoy my report on THE REAL CANCUN. (http://www.interbridge.com/jamessanford/2003/realcancun.html) I wish I could say I despised the film, but for better or for worse, it's a telling picture of the attitudes and behavior of twenty-somethings today. I have to say I laughed out loud many times during the film, often because I couldn't believe how idiotic some of the kids were. And it does succeed as pure voyeurism, too: Lots of breasts and butts, scores of skimpy swimsuits, wet T-shirts, whipped cream, etc. Enjoy!" -- James Sanford, THE KALAMAZOO GAZETTE.

Clarify This

"Can't we simply say PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN is gonna blow chunks because it's based on a fucking theme park ride?" -- Lewis Beale, journalist, New York City.



 

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Speculation that the New York Film Festival "snubbed" Wes Anderson's The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou is untrue, according to a spokesperson. The festival committee saw Aquatic last June, in tandem with plans to open the sea-faring comedy-drama in October or thereabouts. And while "they liked it and wanted it," a decision was later made for Touchstone to open Aquatic in December, and the notion of a NYFF debut didn't seem quite as desirable.
Aquatic's opening is set for 12.10 in New York and Los Angeles, and 12.24 wide. I would normally be scratching my head over the title expansion (i.e., adding with Steve Zissou), as this sort of thing usually indicates indecision and therefore trouble on some level. But here the addition sounds droll and all of a piece, as with all things Anderson. I also imagine that Anderson, like any director from Spielberg on down, welcomed the extra time to tweak and fine-tune.
A suggestion that may not save the James Bond franchise, but will at least halt its downhill slide: arrange for producers Michael Wilson and Barbara Broccoli to be gently but firmly kidnapped and then taken to an undislcosed location (somewhere in Southeast Asia would be best), where they will be kept in two lavish homes under house arrest, with allowances for family visitations. Once this is done, all serious interest in Eric Bana playing the new 007 will cease and Wilson and Broccoli's successors can look at other options.
One of these options should, of course, be to shut the series down. Just because the Bond movies continue to make money doesn't mean they're dead inside, and that one of most compassionate acts anyone could do would be to fire a bullet into the skull of this outdated, cliche-ridden franchise and walk away proud....like Pierce Brosnan has done. Bana is said to be unsure about stepping into the 007 series, according to London's Evening Standard. The tabloid says an offer has gone out to him but that Bana is "currently deciding whether it's something he really wants to sign up [for]." Translation: he's heard the Wilson-Broccoli stories. Eric Bana would be to the 007 tradition as Lex Barker was to the Tarzan series in the 1950s.
A suggestion that may not save the James Bond franchise, but will at least halt its downhill slide: arrange for producers Michael Wilson and Barbara Broccoli to be gently but firmly kidnapped and then taken to an undislcosed location (somewhere in Southeast Asia would be best), where they will be kept in two lavish homes under house arrest, with allowances for family visitations. Once this is done, all serious interest in Eric Bana playing the new 007 will cease and Wilson and Broccoli's successors can look at other options.
One of these options should, of course, be to shut the series down. Just because the Bond movies continue to make money doesn't mean they're dead inside, and that one of most compassionate acts anyone could do would be to fire a bullet into the skull of this outdated, cliche-ridden franchise and walk away proud....like Pierce Brosnan has done. Bana is said to be unsure about stepping into the 007 series, according to London's Evening Standard. The tabloid says an offer has gone out to him but that Bana is "currently deciding whether it's something he really wants to sign up [for]." Translation: he's heard the Wilson-Broccoli stories. Eric Bana would be to the 007 tradition as Lex Barker was to the Tarzan series in the 1950s.
Hold up on that rumble about the conniving heavyweight behind Ted Griffin's firing off the Graduate-sequel flick not being Jennifer Aniston, but costar Kevin Costner. The Fly on theWall guy claimed in an 8.16 posting, using quotes from an anonymous crew member, that Griffin's dismissal "was totally Kevin's fault, not Jennifer's."
But now another guy who was right in the thick of the situation says this account is "completely false," due to the fact that "Costner hadn't started working" on the film at the time Griffin's dismissal went down. Hey, I'm just passing this along.
The Entertainment Weekly cover (#779-780) asks if Johnny Depp's performance as J.M. Barrie in Finding Neverland (Miramax, 10.22) will deliver a Best Actor Oscar...and in so doing indicates an obvious rooting interest on the part of EW staffers (film critics Owen Gleiberman and/or Liza Schwarzbaum, it's safe to presume) in at least helping Depp land a nomination. In the face of such a boldly-put suggestion, I think it's fair to offer a counter-opinion, which is that Depp's acting in this tenderly composed biopic may be too exacting for its own good.
In other words, Depp seems to really "get" the eccentric Scottish playwright who wrote Peter Pan , who, according to the press notes, was said to have a quiet, puckish personality and always spoke in a low burr. And that's Depp in the film. The problem is that his Barrie seems so internal, so into his own quiet determinations and oddball kindnesses, that you feel a strange urge to strangle him after a while. Plus there's something too actorly about his Scottish accent; it sounds at once uncertain and overly studied. In short, Depp did everything right...and in so doing created a character and a vibe that feels curiously wrong.
You like a filmmaker, you find him/her intriguing, you try to show interest and support and....test pattern. I became curious about Abel Ferrara's supposed next film, Mary, in which Vincent Gallo will play an actor playing Jesus Christ in a film-within-the-film. (This, at least, is what the Brown Bunny star-director-producer told me last week.) The focus of Mary, says Gallo, is the actress who plays the mother of Christ, and who experiences a kind of spiritual satori as a result of immersing herself in the part. The film, Gallo adds, is supposed to shoot in Rome in late September or early October.
But of course, there can be no contact whatsoever with Ferrara. The guy almost never calls back anyone, I've heard. It's always, "I'll call you." An e-mail to Ferrara's Rome-based producer resulted in zip. Ferrara's New York attorney, Jay Julien, professed a general ignorance about Mary, and couldn't direct me to anyone with a history of replying to phone calls who might. I've learned that whenever it's this much trouble to get hold of someone, it's usually not worth the effort in the first place.
Sofia Coppola is set to direct a period costume drama about Marie Antoinette and husband King Louis XVI for Columbia. Wigs and hoop gowns, the French revolution, let 'em eat cake, the guillotine...all that good stuff. This is a joke, right? The reasonably talented Sofia hasn't shown a glimmer of the kind of commanding, exacting vision that the lensing of any historical drama of this sort would require. I mean, presuming Columbia wants something at least half as good, say, as Barry Lyndon, which they probably couldn't care less about.
But I am looking forward to watching Kirsten Dunst, who will play Antoinette, get her head cut off. And you have to admire the sense of humor that Coppola and her casting director have shown in choosing Jason Schwartzman ("Max" in Rushmore) to play her husband Louis. If they stick to history, he'll also lose his head. Valor, Max...valor! You won't feel a thing. A tickling sensation, your head falls in the basket, everything turns numb, and then blackness. You can do that standing on your head. Oops..sorry.
Regarding the recent death of King Kong star Fay Wray, Move City News' David Poland wrote that Peter Jackson, director of an all-new King Kong flick, "wanted Ms. Wray to close his film with the 'Twas Beauty That Killed The Beast' line, but, ever the lady, Ms. Wray was unwilling (though attempts at persuasion continued) because she felt it would be arrogant to call the character she played -- and thus, herself -- a beauty."
Apart from the utterly nonsensical thinking conveyed in Wray's alleged view, the item is another worrisome indicator that Jackson's King Kong is going to be way too Jackson-y. (Which is to say movie-mucky to the point of suffocation.) Can you imagine a line as important as that one -- the big closer! -- given to a 96 year-old woman as an affectionate gesture, however heartfelt on Jackson's part? Art is art and emotions are emotions, and never the twain shall meet. If Jackson is handing out cameo kicker lines as tokens of respect to grand old ladies, forget it....it's over. John Ford once told Nunnally Johnson that to be a good director you have to be a bit of a bastard. This, conversely speaking, may be Jackson's problem. He's too mushy, too much of a sweetheart.
This is old news now, but those people who described Collateral's box-office performance last weekend as "so-so" or " middling" or whatever were being a tad dismissive. Unfair, really. A movie as dark as this one, with a gray-haired Tom Cruise playing a cold-hearted assassin, is doing great by taking in $24 million during its first weekend. Only three other Cruise films -- Minority Report and the two Mission Impossible's -- have had better openers.
And Exhibitor Relations' Paul Dergarabedian must have been smokin' some strong stuff before telling the New York Times' Sharon Waxman that Collateral "is not a movie that can be supported by teenagers." He's saying...what? That teenagers can't deal with urban thrillers about cops and hit men and what-all? That beautifully rendered mood and ace dialogue don't impress them? I should add there was a different reaction to the film when I saw it with a paying crowd last weekend. They didn't applaud, but the two industry crowds I saw it with earlier did. Hmmmm.
Ben Affleck was his usual glib self during his hanging-out-in-Boston segment with Katie Couric a couple of days ago...same-old, same-old...but something different happened when he did a chat thing with Hardball's Chris Matthews on Tuesday afternoon. He was focused, sharp, and quick, and had some very cogent things to say about Kerry-vs.-Bush, voter sentiments and the general lay of the land.
In other words, he did himself a huge favor. For the first time in a very long time Affleck was suddenly about something besides Bennifer, chasing girls, iffy movies and gambling sprees. He said he might want to jump into politics down the road, since the movie career thing has its limits in terms of feeling fulfilled or spiritually nourished. He also told Matthews he'd like to have his job, and Matthews said in response, "I do fear you."












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