So it's President's Day. As with any holiday, you should celebrate with a movie, obviously, but which one?
If you're going to the theater today, then "Lincoln" probably remains your best bet. After all, not only does it manage to actually raise the 16th U.S. President from the dead via medium/movie star Daniel Day Lewis, but it also does a fantastic job of showing how the power of the Presidency can be used. There are so many movies about U.S. Presidents that trying to pick from, and so many different types of films, that picking one to enjoy today can be as brutal as your average election season.
Oliver Stone has made a career out of exploring the uses and abuses of power in America, and he may be the only working filmmaker who has made three different films named after U.S. Presidents. Of the three, I think "JFK" is the best of the bunch, even though it's not really about the President. There are few films that have ever done a better job of exploring the elusive nature of truth in the media age or that have dramatized the way we can disappear down a rabbit hole in search of answers where there are none to be found. It is a film about obsession and the way power is brokered in the post-Eisenhower era, and it is nothing less than dizzying to witness. Stone has never been more technically exciting to watch than he was at this point in his career, and "JFK" is one of the most amazing theatrical experiences he has ever signed his name to. I'm quite fond of "Nixon" as well, but that may be because I have been fascinated by Nixon for as long as I've been aware of him.
So it's President's Day. As with any holiday, you should celebrate with a movie, obviously, but which one?
It looks like we're going to end up hearing the rest of the key casting for James Gunn's "Guardians Of The Galaxy" in the next few weeks. Gunn just relocated to London, where he'll be through most of this year, and they're looking to kick off the shoot in April.
That means they're doing everything they can right now to build that ensemble just right, and if they end up hiring Jason Momoa as Drax The Destroyer, that sounds like a nice step in the right direction.
Drax, who did not originate in the "Guardians" series, is directly tied to to Thanos, the character introduced in the very end of "The Avengers," and I'm guessing they'll try to maintain some of that in the film. Drax began life as a human character, Arthur Douglas, and it is only after Thanos kills his family and leaves him brutally wounded that Douglas managed to transfer his soul into a new body. That's Drax, and in his earliest incarnations, he was a powerful figure with super strength, the ability to fly, and magic power lasers he shoots from his hands.
With those powers, he had only one job: find and kill Thanos.
Danny Boyle is a trickster spirit.
That's the only explanation for the way he's been able to morph from one filmmaker into another, covering a wide range of subject matter and tone, and it looks like he's pushing into some strange new territory with his new film "Trance," which just got a new red-band trailer today. I'm not sure when the first trailer came out, but I somehow missed it completely.
After seeing the red-band trailer today? I'm in. Let's see it now.
He's working with his longtime screenwriting collaborator John Hodge again, and it looks like a mystery thriller with a crazy psychological component. James McAvoy plays an auctioneer who works with big-ticket art items. One painting in particular goes missing, and people are convinced the answer to what happened is locked inside McAvoy's head. He says he doesn't remember, and he agrees to allow a hypnotherapist (Rosario Dawson) to try to help him unlock the secret.
It feels to me like Bryan Singer is desperately trying to put together a version of "X-Men: Days Of Future Past" that will erase any lingering bad feelings about what has happened to the "X-Men" franchise since he jumped ship to run off and make "Superman Returns."
If that's true, then hiring Peter Dinklage to play a key role in the film is a major step in the right direction.
Right now, there's no word on who he's playing, but that's the great thing about a guy like Dinklage. No matter who you've hired him to play, you know you're going to get something interesting out of him. It's been really exciting watching him blow up as a nerd icon in the last few years thanks to "Game Of Thrones," because he's one of those guys who has been highly respected by film fans for years, even if there are times where he's felt like a well-kept secret.
Now what I'm most curious about is how Singer's going to juggle what sounds like a positively massive cast of characters. He's had fun announcing new additions to the cast on Twitter, and he seems positively giddy about returning to the franchise he kickstarted. Our own Dan Fienberg was in London over the weekend to discuss "Jack The Giant Killer" with Singer and his cast, and he talked to the director and Nicholas Hoult about the sequel, and we'll have that up for you soon.
I'll keep this brief.
Even taken at face value as a stand-alone film, unconnected to a franchise, "A Good Day To Die Hard" just plain doesn't work. Reverse-engineered to try to duplicate some of the key pleasures of the original film, now 25 years old, the film breaks the cardinal rule of action movies: it's boring. Worse than boring. It's one of those films where every time they explain more exposition, I found myself more and more disconnected. The basic idea here is that John McClane has to get closer to his estranged son, and he flies to Russia to help him when he learns that John Jr. (Jai Courtney) is in prison. Mayhem happens, and male bonding follows in its wake. Those bare bones could work, but first, I'd have to care about John Jr. as a character, and since the script never seems to figure out who this guy is, there's nothing to him onscreen. Courtney seems to carry himself well enough, but there's almost nothing here for him to actually play.
Bruce Willis isn't on autopilot here. I think he's genuinely still interested in playing McClane and making him human-scale and playing the ridiculousness of the situation with a wry observational wit, and all of that is fine. But what made the first "Die Hard" great, and what's been missing in almost all of the sequels, was the sense that there was a game being played here that McClane doesn't fully grasp at first. The really wonderful thing about the first film wasn't just the "trapped in an office building" conceit, but the way the film slowly unpacked its surprises. Every supporting character had a purpose, played some part, fit into the larger overall picture.
I don't know how they do it.
I am impressed each year by each of the festivals I attend because of the sheer scale of the enterprise. Sundance is this crazy sprint in the snow where way too many people descend on a fairly tiny little ski town to mainline movies. Cannes is this decadent sun-soaked beach party. Toronto is very no-nonsense and stripped down, films and films and more films. And Fantastic Fest is… god, how can you describe Fantastic Fest? It's like a time machine full of midget humanoid rabbits that enter a battle of the bands against a six-headed mutant that shoots saw blades out of its lady parts. But with a lot of booze and barbecue.
SXSW, though, has to be one of the most complex assemblages of moving parts that I have ever witnessed. In addition to the crazy crazy crazy of the film festival, there's the crazy crazy crazy of the music festival, and the Interactive side of things has blown up and now the comedy side of things also appears to be blowing up, and it's so much energy and so many interests all jammed into one big elaborate thing now. The last batch of titles and the full schedule were released today, and it's looking like it's going to be a sensation year for them.
We're going to see all sorts of people wearing Iron Man suits in the upcoming "Iron Man 3," and we've already had a quick glimpse of Don Cheadle in the suit as Iron Patriot. Today, though, we've got a great new one-sheet that gives us an even better look at him in what may be the most outrageous costume in any of the Marvel Studios movies.
A few weeks back, I had an opportunity to see a chunk of the movie and talk to several of the key players in bringing this latest sequel to the screen. That full conversation is still embargoed, but I can tell you that unlike "Iron Man 2," which sacrificed a fair amount of running time to helping lay groundwork towards "The Avengers," this is a Tony Stark movie first and foremost. This allows the filmmakers to refocus on Tony and his great supporting cast of characters. Jon Favreau, for example, has perhaps his biggest and most significant turn yet as Happy Hogan, and Gwenyth Patrow is front and center again as Pepper Potts.
Richard Matheson deserves his status as one of the biggest names in genre history, a phenomenal writer who would be a legend if only for his work on "The Twilight Zone," where he helped define the series as much as Rod Serling did. He wrote some of the very best original films for television, like Steven Spielberg's "Duel" and "The Night Stalker" and the wildly effective "Trilogy Of Terror." His novels have been adapted to the screen by him as well as other writers, and it seems like every few years, someone takes a new crack at "I Am Legend," one of his most widely-read works.
Adapting one of his own books was what got Matheson into movies in the first place. He turned his novel The Shrinking Man into a script, and Jack Arnold turned that script into "The Incredible Shrinking Man," one of the great science-fiction films of the '50s. There is a powerful sadness to Matheson's story, something that is a big part of his entire body of work. He finds the melancholy in these high concepts he creates, and that's one of the reasons I think his work pierces in a way that many genre films don't. Check out his "Somewhere In Time" for a great example of that. Just a few years ago, one of his short stories was the inspiration for "Real Steel."
It doesn't surprise me that Jim Hill is the one who connected some pretty obvious dots on "Tomorrowland," the mysterious new Brad Bird film that was formerly known by its working title, "1952."
After all, if there's anyone out there who has written more about the business of Walt Disney over the years, I'm unaware of them. Hill's been doing this for years, and he knows more about the parks and the studio and their history than almost anyone. He has a deep abiding love of Disney's work, but he's also more than willing to be critical of the way the brand has been managed over the years.
In March of 2012, he wrote a piece about an interview with Ward Kimball, one of the legendary animators who helped define the studio. In that interview, Kimball talked about being approached by the U.S. Air Force which was looking for a Hollywood partner to help them produce a documentary that would help acclimate the United States to the idea that UFOs were real.
Charlie Brooker is one of those UK wonders who hasn't made the jump to American audiences yet, and that is a damn shame.
Wildly prolific, Brooker seems to produce about 600 hours of new television every year, shows like "How TV Ruined Your LIfe" and "Them From That Thing" and "10 O'Clock Live" and "Newswipe" and "Screenwipe" and the oh-so-fiendish "Dead Set," and he's the author of the blisteringly funny "Pedophilia" episode of the great "Brass Eye." Brooker is an astute media critic as well as a wicked wit, and that's a combination that I hoped would have made him much more famous on this side of the Atlantic as well.
He's got a good shot with a deal that was announced today, at least in terms of establishing a beachhead. Robert Downey Jr. has optioned one of the episodes of "Black Mirror," a show that Brooker created, and if it helps to get the original series (now in its second season) released here in the US, that would be tremendous. Each of the episodes of the anthology show deals with television as a social force, and Brooker really digs into the dark and horrible side of media consumption. The first episode, for example, "The National Anthem," looks at the moral dilemma that is created when one of the Royal Family is kidnapped and one demand is made: the Prime Minister has to pork a pig on television to get her back. No negotiations. No half-measures. No time to come up with a CGI option. Pig. Sex. TV. Go.