Showing posts with label Cinematic Soapbox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cinematic Soapbox. Show all posts

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Klaatu Barada ... Woah!

We all have what I call our own "cinematic nemesis". They are the actor or actress who, single-handedly, can ruin a whole for us.

Mine is Keanu Reeves. Seriously, why does this guy have a career? I know he's very popular for the most part, but, put simply, he doesn't do much for me. Sure, there have been movies that he has been in that I have enjoyed despite his presence (River's Edge, Speed, Something's Gotta Give). Heck, I even liked Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (mostly because it was filmed at my high school though).

However, to me, Reeves is alarmingly inept for such a big, A-list star. His performances range from the misguided (Dangerous Liaisons) to the miscast (The Matrix) to the outright mistaken (Bram Stoker's Dracula). So how does he keep getting cast in high profile movies, I wonder. The answer is as elusive as a comprehension of the Matrix sequels.

And if the idea of a remake of the classic science fiction parable The Day the Earth Stood Still isn't bad enough for you, to add insult to injury, Keanu (or, as I like to call him, "Ka-nu-nu") will play Klaatu, portrayed in the original by Michael Rennie. Do they honestly expect us to believe him as the savior of our planet? God help us all.

In other remake news, Naomi Watts in The Birds or Denzel Washington in The Taking of Pelham One Two Three don't sound too bad, but who could they get to top Roddy McDowall in another Fright Night? And don't you dare say Ka-nu-nu.

Click here to purchase the original The Day the Earth Stood Stillon DVD from Amazon.com.
Links via Imdb.com, Coronadodons.org, Variety.com, ShockTillYouDrop.com, EW.com and Cinematical.com.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

I Don't Get It: The Princess Bride

Yes, I know, it is "inconceivable" of me to not be as enamored of The Princess Bride as, oh, apparently everyone else in the world who has ever seen it.

It certainly has all the elements that usually draw me into such a fanciful lark: magic, mayhem, "mawage" ...

Perhaps it is the tone of the piece. True, author-turned-screenwriter William Goldman fractured this fairy tale long before Shrek and its multitude of imitators beat that horse of a sub-genre to death, but even twenty years ago these deconstructed "storybook loves" seemed to want to make fun of their cake and eat it too.

Or maybe I just grew weary of director Rob Reiner metaphorically elbowing me in the side at how quaintly mirthful the whole thing is.

Nevertheless, whenever a Bride booster starts spouting the litany of quotable phrases spawned by this movie, my eyes invariably roll whilst I nod in recognition, knowing in my heart of hearts that whatever threadbare appreciation I did have for the film sinks ever deeper into my own personal Pit of Despair.

If, unlike me, you are a Princess Bride fan, head over to Gone Hollywood for some enlightening "then and now" pictures of the cast. And don't say I didn't warn you. Oh Wesley, what the hell happened to you?

Click here to buy The Princess Brideon DVD from Amazon.com.
Links via Imdb.com and HollywoodOutsiderTheBeltway.com.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Hey Cruella, Put That Out!

In what can only be called a symbolic gesture in this day and age, Walt Disney Pictures has issued a ban on any onscreen images of smoking in its films. Considering that the bulk of this studio's output is such G-rated fare as Ratatouille, I don't think this will be very hard. (As for Disney's more "adult"-orientated films put out under their Touchstone and Miramax labels, smoking onscreen will be "strongly discouraged". Whatever.)

But what does this mean for the images (created in a less "Oh, but we have to protect the children" time) from such classics as Pinocchio (lost boys puffing on stogies on Pleasure Island), The Three Caballeros (Jose Carioca and his ever-present cigar) and 101 Dalmatians (Cruella de Vil is never without her green smoke-spewing cigarette holder)? Disney already got the scissors out for the DVD release of the lesser-known Melody Time, snipping out every last trace of cowboy Pecos Bill's tobaccy habit. Will the same be done to forthcoming new DVD editions of Pinocchio and Dalmatians?

Well, it is doubtful that even Disney would go that far. For one thing, I cannot imagine the expense such self-censorship would entail, and the public outcry from animation purists and film historians would be deafening if these two certified masterpieces were tampered with in any way. Also, in both cases, smoking is shown as bad - Pinocchio turns green, Cruella is the villain. So I think it is safe to say that both films will be re-released unharmed - or at least with a "smoking is bad for you" disclaimer tacked on the beginning ... for now.

However, how much longer will it be until that isn't enough? In the excellent satire Thank You for Smoking, William H. Macy's senator announces a plan to edit out all images of smoking from old movies. He illustrates this by showing a photograph of Gary Cooper with a candy cane sticking out of his mouth in place of a cigarette. Sure, it is a ludicrous idea (if not down right impossible - watch any day of Turner Classic Movies and you will see that everyone in every old movie smoked - constantly), but there is a sense that it could happen - that is what makes the scene funny in the first place.

There are certainly dangers the Hollywood studios would face if they allow Washington to control too much of what you see. The MPAA has already hinted at automatically rating a movie an "R" if there was any smoking in it (can you imagine, an "R"-rated 101 Dalmatians), and studios in England have already instituted a ban on any smoking on its sound stages. Are such blanket policies really necessary? Or is this just more political conservatism run amuck?

You may ask, well, it is just smoking, that's bad for you, so they shouldn't show it any way, right? OK, fine, what about alcohol? Alcohol is bad for you, so no drinking onscreen. Guns? Guns kill people, so no guns either. Cars - cars cause accidents, no cars. Food! Someone can choke on a chicken bone and die, nobody can eat in a movie ever again ...!

Absurd, yes, but you can see how slippery the slope is; the politicians should do their jobs and leave the movie making to the moviemakers (free of any government-sanctioned restraints on content) and let parents give little Johnny the anti-smoking talk. After all, isn't the government busy enough without worrying if a cartoon character lights one up?

Which reminds me: Hey Cruella, got a match?

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Get Away from DirectTV, You Bitch!

You never see it coming.

You're sitting there watching TV, when all of the sudden a scene from your favorite movie pops up on the screen. All seems like you remember, until your favorite character turns to the camera and starts berating you for not having a satellite dish with high def capabilities.

No, it's not a nightmare, just the latest batch of DirectTV ads cluttering the airwaves. And if it wasn't bad enough to see Christopher Lloyd and William Shatner squeezing out some more change from the Back to the Future and Star Trek franchises, now Sigourney Weaver is "revisiting" her iconic Aliens role - a role that she was nominated for an Oscar for - in this latest ad.

Now, this isn't quite as bad as the commercialized necrophilia that was visited upon poor Audrey Hepburn, John Wayne and Fred Astaire (at least his is not immortalized on YouTube ... yet). And certainly, as the Film Babble Blog points out, there are some actors (Charlie Sheen, Jessica Simpson) that you couldn't care less what they do as long as you have your remote handy.

But why, Sigourney, why? Not getting enough work lately? Heck, I'd rather watch you in Tadpole II or Ghostbusters 3 then to see you shilling satellite equipment (and believe me, that's saying a lot).

How 'bout a nice Revlon ad instead?

UPDATE: The Washington Post has not only found out how they make this blasphemy, but that they are going to make more of 'em ...

Links via YouTube.com, FilmBabble.blogspot.com and WashingtonPost.com.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

There's a Time for Turkey ...

In Kevin Murphy's "A Year at the Movies", he recounts his covert mission smuggling an entire Thanksgiving dinner into a movie theater. While I admire his cheekiness after the fact, I am not so sure how I would have felt if I was sitting in the same theater as him that day, with the sounds of a Tom Jones-like bacchanal going on in the front row and smells of roast turkey and canned cranberries wafting about. Especially if I had just eaten just that.

Which brings me to this note on cinematic etiquette: a movie theater is not a food court. When I go into my local cineplex, I expect to smell popcorn, nothing else. No burritos from Baja Bungalow, no marinara from Mama Meloni's, no fish sticks from Fran's Fry-Daddy. If I wanted an international taste sensation, I'd go to Epcot.

What is even worse about this situation is not just that people do this (who then don't even have the decency to hide the food in their purse), but that theater employees allow them to do it.

Note to all ticket takers out there: I know you are either still in high school or never finished it, so you may not have the "life experience" to recognize such situations, but pay heed. If someone walks up to you and has to balance a styrofoam container with ranch dressing oozing out of it on your tiny little ticket taker pedestal in order to dig out their ticket from the pocket of their acid wash jeans, don't let them go any further with that food.

We have all been taught since we were tiny little children that you "cannot bring outside food into a movie theater" and dammit, rules are rules. If I can't bring in an 89¢ Big Gulp and instead have to buy a $4 drink of the same size (upsold for just a quarter more), then Peter and Polly Picnicker can't bring in their pot stickers from the Panda Palace.

That is all.

Links via Amazon.com and Imdb.com.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Pet Peeves 101

OK, you get this one a lot when you are a Disney fan, so pay attention:

Dalmatians come from the Croatian province of Dalmatia. So, capitalize the "D" and end the word with i-A-n, not i-O-n.

That is all.

Links via Imdb.com and Wikipedia.com.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Cinematic Soapbox: An Introduction

We all have them: times when you just don't understand what the world is coming to ... especially when it comes to movies. This will be my place to vent on such topics as movie-going pet peeves, cinematic cliches, mind-boggling trends and why a movie based on a twenty-year old line of toys can be so popular.

Link via Imdb.com.