A2 - Fall Movie Preview

Continued below, from my FNP Pop Goes the Culture blog, is the list of movies that didn’t quite make my must-see list, but are still definite contenders.

 

September 5: Hallam Foe (originally titled “Mr. Foe”) – starring Jamie Bell, who I have had a crush on ever since “Billy Elliott.” He has grown into himself as an actor with incredible ease, working on indie movies (“The Chumscrubber”) and big-bucks almost hits (Peter Jackson’s “King Kong”).

September 12: Towelhead – I know nothing about this film aside from the title and the fact that Alan Ball penned and directed it. And that’s really all I need to know. Ball, writer of “American Beauty” (my no. 1) and HBO’s “Six Feet Under,” can do no wrong, in my eyes, and those very eyes will definitely be seeing his latest work.

September 17: Appaloosa – Ed Harris. Ed Harris. My man Ed Harris. With more than 70 movies and TV series under his acting belt, Ed Harris always wins my movie-going vote. (Crazy-good Viggo Mortensen doesn’t hurt, either.)

September 26: BlindnessMark Ruffalo. That’s all I need to hear about a movie before I am throwing my car into gear. I’m a huge fan of his acting, in both dramas and romcoms, not to mention his Buddy-Holly-spectacled turn in “Eternal Sunshine.” Julianne Moore, on the other hand … She’s a great actress, but I just too often feel like I can’t (or don’t want to) sit through another dramatic performance of hers.

Humbolt County – “… About a med student living among pot farmers” (EW). Any film that has been compared to Zach Braff’s masterpiece, “Garden State,” is something I am excited to see. No matter how little I know about it.

October 3: An American Carol – When was the last time you heard someone say they were going to the theater to see a movie because of its plot? That’s exactly why I am itching for this movie.

October 10: Body of Lies – I read a review pointing to the ’90s and Kim Basinger in reference to this movie’s title. I can’t argue with that. But pairing DiCaprio and Crowe, two of drama’s biggest hits, with director Ridley Scott, feels almost like something I’ve seen before. Oh, that’s right: every movie Leo and Russell have made in the past decade. It feels overwrought and overdone, but it seems necessary to see, if I want to stay up on the potential Oscar race.

Breakfast with Scot – Another plot-driven pick for me: “A flamboyant 11-year-old orphan lands in the home of a straight-acting gay couple” (EW). I have a feeling this won’t be hitting theaters en masse.

October 17:
Sex Drive – Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme … A teenage boy wants to lose his virginity. Sound redundant? Be that as it may, combine a poster with a boy in a donut suit and a bit part by James Marsden (complete with ’80s dress code) and I say, you’ve got a winner.

October 24: Changeling – This is where I become a little antsy about going to the movies. No doubt I am a Clint Eastwood fan. It seems sacrilegious not to be. But then Angelina Jolie walks in, and I’m just not sure anymore. No doubt she’s a fine actor. I just find it difficult sometimes to separate her way-too-public private life and her film roles.

November 14: Role Models – In Elizabeth Banks‘ third film of the fall, Paul Rudd teams up once more with his “Wet Hot American Summerdirector. It is common knowledge that no matter how hard they try, they will never surpass “Wet Hot,” but I’ll support their efforts.

The Road – The only reason I want to see this is because I have Cormac McCarthy’s novel sitting on my bookshelf, waiting to be read. Though Viggo, once more, looks like he’ll put on an amazing performance.

November 11:
The Soloist – Why, oh why, I have a thing for Robert Downey Jr. I couldn’t tell you, but I love the fact that the once-star-turned-druggie-cum-superhero is making his comeback. Jamie Foxx is also a draw, though the fact that Downey Jr. plays a journalist I think is what hooked me.

Four Christmases – Christmas movies already? You bet. But where would our holiday spirit be without them? According to tabloids, Vince Vaughn and Reese Witherspoon got along famously poorly on the set, but it’s all the same to me, as long as they make me laugh. I’m looking forward to director Seth Gordon’s first non-documentary feature (after his critically acclaimed “The King of Kong”).

December 12: Doubt – “The guy who wrote ‘Moonstruck‘” is back. The always underrated Philip Seymour Hoffman and the always unbelievable Meryl Streep are joined by everyone’s newest favorite Disney princess, Amy Adams. The plot doesn’t sound like the most moving story, but with a couple of leads like those, it’s almost a can’t-miss.

 

I’ll see you at the theater. And don’t forget the Twizzlers.

Gone but not forgotten

The thing is … Work is draining me of all creativity, and subsequently my time. So, I’ve taken up residence in the blogosphere of The Frederick News-Post.

Check it out: Pop Goes the Culture. Bookmark it. Read it. Enjoy it.

Maybe if I have some odd abundance of thought one day, I’ll jot it down here. Otherwise, keep updated with my FNP blog about twice a week.

Lata.

Good night and good luck. God speed and God bless.

I’ll miss you.
Me

Bring in ‘da wrinkles, bring in ‘da aches

Raise your hand if you’re sick of the phrase “summer blockbuster.”

 

I think Hollywood is aging gracefully. Take a glimpse at Entertainment Weekly’s “The Next A-List” list, and you’ll see a new wave of crazy kids settling into the limelight. Three of the ten stars could soon enough qualify for Social Security, including the big friendly giant The Rock-cum-Dwayne Johnson, and Hollywood’s favorite comeback kid Robert Downey Jr. I have enormous respect for all of the 20-somethings on the list (yay Michael Cera), but it’s Hollywood’s unspoken mantra that as the years tack on, it takes more than some decent acting chops to make a few bucks in the biz. (With that said …)

I don’t think it’s any sort of coincidence that at least two “summer blockbusters” star actors and feature characters over 40. One of the biggest live-action kids movies slated for the summer barely made it past opening weekend, before crashing (…because it’s “Speed Racer”…). Animated flicks are still a hit, but it’s easy for anyone to fall in love with the cute, cuddly, butt-kicking characters and moral-ending stories cartoons share. Silly movie producers - summer’s aren’t  just for kids anymore.

Hollywood used to seem timeless: the Hepburns, Cary Grant, Jimmy Stewart, Gene Kelly; take your pick of the lot. In the good ol’ days, there weren’t faces to compare the greats to. They were simply the greats. Now it seems unavoidable that we automatically equate George Clooney with Grant’s debonair leading-man qualities; Cate Blanchett with Kate Hepburn’s bombshell appearance and sturdy acting; and my personal favorites, goofy everyman Tom Hanks to goofy everyman Jimmy Stewart. I am a firm believer that the times, they are a-changin, but when was the last time someone even thought about using the word “suave” to describe Hollywood’s elite today?

Tiger Beat rag withstanding, I’m surprised Cougar Central magazine has yet to be published. We swooned for Clooney at 33, we still swoon for the bachelor at 47.

 

Good night and good luck. God speed and God bless.

XOXO,

Me

Pu pu platter

A wise man once said, “You’re on, kid.” (Who’s to argue Paul Newman’s wisdom, anyway?)

Stepping into “the real world” isn’t as easy as the true stories of seven strangers picked to live in a house, work together and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real make it sound.

What? I have a job? A real-world, true-life, I-can’t-go-out-it’s-a-work-night job? Mornings will be dedicated to working on my great American novel, or collection of stories about my celebrity husbands … or more blog entries about less interesting things than even this.

My plan isn’t to ream out the latest blockbuster hit. Or to tell anyone why they should endorse Hillary or Barack, or, God forbid, McCain. I don’t want to repeat the same stories floating through people’s Google Readers or their subscriptions to Us Weekly. Everyone wants to change the world.

Good night and good luck. God speed and God bless.

XOXO,

Me

It’s time for tea and meet the wife

To steal from one great writer to enhance another …

“I guess this officially pops my blogging cherry.

And consequently … I have nothing to say.

I will write here periodically, but don’t get your hopes up for anything very keen. My highbrow thoughts will focus mostly on the trappings of life, writing, reading, movies, the boob tube, pop culture and anything else that falls out of my head.

Feel free to comment and check out my ever-loving blog anytime.

I have made the decision that I will live a happily polygamist life with Zach Braff and Michael Cera, accompanied by my Australian pet kangaroo, Calvin.”

If I said it once, I’ve said it, well, once. Those brilliant thoughts were strewn onto the web-waves in September 2007, but basically sum up my devastatingly low goals for a while.

Just trying to keep myself busy, taking some time to do what I love about what I love. (Since that first post, I’ve added five glorious men to my polygamist lifestyle. I haven’t forgotten Calvin, though.)

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Almost exactly four months after that de-virginizing post, I wrote something of my own happy ending:

“Less than four months until I can utter the words, ‘I am a college graduate.’ And hopefully, shortly after those words, will come these: ‘And I work at Entertainment Weekly, fulfilling my dream of being a journalist, and focusing on the world of entertainment (clearly) with which I fill my daily life.’ (Or something to that effect…) Here’s to keeping my fingers crossed, praying, visiting psychics, whatever it takes.”

I’m just throwing it out there now, so you can’t say I didn’t try: if anyone feels like giving me a job at EW, that would be perfectly fine with me. Okay, thanks.

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So … Live a few days in the life of my brain (just call me John Malkovich). Be sure to mind the “Out Of Order” sign periodically hanging. And knock before entering.

Good night and good luck. God speed and God bless.

XOXO,

Me