Over at this one blog, I gushed profusely about the trailer for the upcoming film adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are. It went a little something like this <cut/paste>: I know I’ve already pontificated once today, but I couldn’t NOT post this. If you read Where The Wild Things Are as a kid, you’ll understand why I say it’s a childhood touchstone – the kind that morphs into a generational pass-along. Whether it was the dark and charming Caldecott …
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Rumors of a fourth “Pirates of the Caribbean” film set to sail in 2010 with Johnny Depp will no longer carry the name Gore Verbinski as director. According to Variety, the filmmaker has told Disney and producer Jerry Bruckheimer he won’t be back as to helm the franchise and play with Davey Jones’ crazy tentacle beard. Instead, the director now shifts his attention to the big screen adaptation of the popular video game “Bioshock.” Having thought “Pirates of the Caribbean: …
I missed the screening of “Observe and Report” yesterday, so Plan B was mobilized today. And, as you can see by the photo to the left, Plan B includes a screening of Miley Cyrus in “The Hannah Montana Movie.” I don’t know about you, and maybe I’m a big douche because of this, but I’d rather punch myself in my own soft parts and/or watch those mop-headed twins Zack and Cody on the Disney channel before subjecting myself to a …
So, I’m not a sucker for the singing/dancing genre. While I don’t discount it wholesale and appreciate the skill and craftsmanship behind a musical production of any kind, I’d rather spend movie time watching things get blowed up real good. Preferably in space. I’m sure I have my 3-year-old Star Wars viewing in 1977 to blame for that, which explains my fontanelle for the oft-punched Chronicles of Riddick, monster movies and an inability to totally discount most of the truly …
I read Michael Crichton’s “Jurassic Park” in 1992 and was absolutely mesmerized by the novel. I couldn’t get enough Crichton after finishing my first techno-thriller. Since then I’ve enjoyed almost every one of Crichton’s novels (“Next” and “Congo” are my least favorite) and was terribly sad to learn of his death from cancer last year. I’d love to keep reading his works. And I got a little giddy today when I saw this headline in Variety: Michael Crichton Legacy Lives …
I did a little rearranging of the old Netflix queue over the weekend. See, we have free HBO, Starzz and Encore for three months, so, while I’m not a huge TV guy, I’ve been surfing and catching movies on cable that presently reside in my NQ. Here is my current top 10. What’s in yours? Doubt The Day the Earth Stood Still Donkey Punch Redacted Right at Your Door Married Life From Hell Punisher: War Zone Vicky Christina Barcelona Flesh+Blood
I missed out on the whole Fame fever thing when it debuted in 1980 and second-debuted in 1982 with a five-year run on TV . I just couldn’t get behind all that random singing and dancing and random toe-touching jump splits of joy. Lame. 28 years later, Fame’s done got itself a remake releasing too soon. Yes, Fame is going to live forever. Who knows if the toe-touching jump splits of joy are gone, but you can bet your booty …
11 years ago, Saving Private Ryan singlehandedly reignited interest in all things WW II and set the History Channel up with a sweet gig of nonstop WWII programming. The predictable Hollywood WW II glut ensued and things cooled off a bit– especially after middling returns on Clint Eastwood’s Flags of our Fathers duology. In the mean time, Red Tails*, a George Lucas-produced project based on the overshadowed story of the Tuskegee Airmen, the only group of African-American pilots who flew …