The movie [The Bling Ring] opens this summer, and I’ll write more about it then. But there are so many captivating things about what Coppola’s done. Without putting too fine a point on it, she allows you to lament the degraded nature of stardom and consider the pointlessness of materialism. There’s a clip of [Audrina] Patridge babbling on an entertainment news show, and you can’t quite believe the moment when she and The Hills really were a thing. There’s the gentle way Coppola identifies with Marc without trivializing the cunning of his girlfriends. In one of her many wonderful-looking scenes (Coppola’s dedicated the movie to the brilliant cinematographer Harris Savides, who died during production), Marc gets high, flips his hair, strokes his baby face, and lip-synchs to Ester Dean and Chris Brown’s “Drop It Low” in the black-and-white of his laptop camera. There’s something sweet in the way he mouths the words “booty, booty, booty” then turns his backside to the screen and proceeds to booty-pop. He seems free. This is about as humane a movie as you can hope to get from something as ridiculous as these crimes. Coppola know this is material that mocks itself, so she steers the decadence someplace sadder than farce. (via Cannes Diary, Day 2: Bling Ring Sings - Hollywood Prospectus Blog - Grantland)
Well, OK, the technical beginning of Gatsby places us on the quiet, wintry grounds of a sanitarium where our narrator Nick Carraway (…Tobey Maguire) has holed himself up, seeking treatment for alcoholism, anxiety, and the sort of despair that typically afflicts young literary men. That Luhrmann and his co-adapter Craig Pearce decided to tack this framing device onto Fitzgerald’s story has already been grumbled about a fair bit, so I won’t do much of that here, but the bleak look of the place, and the deadness in Nick’s eyes as he relates this fabulous tale of secrets and sandcastles, only serves to heighten the awkward sense that we are supposed to long for the old West Egg days when really I don’t think that’s the point of the story at all. A little melancholy makes sense, time lost and all that, but these are not happy days being remembered. I suppose Luhrmann wanted to give Gatsby the same sad sweep of Moulin Rouge, which also begins with a character telling a story about entering a near-fantastical world and grandly losing love.
I haven’t seem it yet, but I don’t understand this framing device. The novel already explains where Nick went after the Gatsby episode, and why he went there when he did. The sanitarium, it’s like placing Holden Caulfield on a tramp steamer bound for Shanghai while he writes his story…
Earlier today Marvel announced it will be releasing a Chinese version of its upcoming blockbuster, Iron Man 3, which will differ from the film that audiences outside of China see.
The announcement also included the detail that Chinese actress and singer Fan Bingbing will be cut out of the non-Chinese version of the film. A statement released by Marvel read: “The Chinese version of the film will also feature a special appearance of China’s top actress, Fan Bingbing, and will offer specially prepared bonus footage made exclusively for the Chinese audience.” (via Fan Bingbing Cut out of Iron Man 3… Except in China | Asia Life)
Evidently, moviegoers in China hate hate hate the extra 5 minutes of dumb footage in the extended Chinese version of the film, and are especially incensed that Fan Bingbing had no lines and nothing to do except walk down a long hallway. She’s not in the US version at all.
“42” Trailer. I liked this more than I expected to, partly because I found out how little I knew about the story beyond it’s most obvious generalizations, and that’s not right. But, unlike most biographical films, it’s a really good movie and fun (if that’s the right word) to watch.
THR reports that [Scarlett] Johansson has signed up for Lucy, with [Luc] Besson (La Femme Nikita, The Fifth Element, Taken) writing and directing. OK, here we go: “[Lucy] centers on a woman forced to become a drug mule. But the drug instead goes into her system, transforming her into an ass-kicking machine. She can absorb knowledge instantaneously, is able to move objects with her mind and can’t feel pain and other discomforts.”
I could be convinced to see this.
Reese Witherspoon pulled her celebrity card out while her husband was getting arrested for DUI, telling the officer who ended up arresting her, “You’re about to find out who I am.”
The arrests went down in Atlanta early Friday morning. Cops say they spotted Reese and her husband Jim Toth’s car weaving in and out of lanes, so they pulled them over.
As officers dealt with Jim, Reese allegedly started acting up, telling cops, “Do you know my name?” The officer answered by saying, “No, I don’t need to know your name.”
Witherspoon then came back with, “You’re about to find out who I am … You are going to be on national news.”
During Jim’s arrest, Reese allegedly became ornery, demonstrating visual and verbal frustration over how long it was taking to arrest her husband. At one point, she got out of her car and the officer ordered her back inside. When she got out a second time, he arrested her for disorderly conduct, a municipal ordinance.
One day about six months ago, totally out of the blue, I discovered I had a celebrity crush on Reese Witherspoon. Which makes no sense to me at all because she’s not really my type, but there you go. This just makes me like her even more. And more hopeful that she’ll dump that stupid drunk of a husband! :)
Annette Funicello & The Beach Boys: The Monkey’s Uncle
I’d live in a jungle gym
In order to be with him
I love the monkey’s uncle
And I wish I was the monkey’s aunt
Debbie Schlussel Reviews Spring Breakers
Imagine a movie reviewer who assigns not stars, not thumbs up/down, not bags of popcorn, but Marxes, Obamas, and Bin Ladens. Now imagine someone that stupid going to watch ‘Spring Breakers’. That’s a movie comedy waiting to be made…