HOLLYWOOD: Seated next to a shirtless dance troupe with Lady Gaga wafting in from nearby shopping plaza speakers, a man in a cowboy hat plays “Mr. Bojangles” to an audience of one: Captain America. The song finishes. Cap’n nods and walks away wistfully.
You should sit down.
Keanu Reeves made a documentary.
I’ll let that settle for a second.
Yes, that Keanu. Could there ever be another?
No, it’s not about holistic healing or hanging by wires all day. It’s about the seismic shift the entertainment industry from film to digital. And he talks to real filmmakers about this important topic. Scorsese (does that guy ever turn down the opportunity to talk about film?). Cameron. Lucas. Nolan. Dunham (for the kids). And it looks like he might have made a thoughtful eulogy, capturing a moment in time as technicians try to make the new as good as the old while purists claim a pixel is not a grain and a skin tone is so much more than a digital array.
I am staunchly pro-film. Digital can look great, but it always looks like digital. I’ll take grain with a drop-off over blocks of under-exposed noise any day. And no one has yet to match the color of Powell or Vidor. (via indiewire)
Most Superfluous Title Card In Trailer History.
Just when you think Moonrise Kingdom could not look any more like a Wes Anderson picture, Bruce Willis shows up, and it seems he and Ed Norton found their sense of humor again. I am unapologetically in the Anderson camp, and yet again he’s created a camp I can’t wait to get to.
Chuck Norris won the arm wrestling match with Jet Li to get on the poster, but then the marketing department tied up his registered weapons with a lousy firearm. Never has one man looked so emasculated and old because he’s holding a gun.
All right, the hat doesn’t do him any favors either. Is he at the Army/Navy game? (via badass)
For some reason this Snow Tron & Thor trailer features a whole mess of Charlize Theron chewing scenery and very little of Mumbles Stewart. An opulently produced question in search of an answer: What am I?
Somewhere in LA, a movie played last night.
Some thoughts on early test screenings of LOOPER, with emphasis on shameless self-promotion.
I’m a “slightly ridiculous human punching bag”, via Badass Digest.
I’m “hapless-but-dogged, with hilariously psychotic zeal”, via Ain’t It Cool.
Unless there’s new financial slang I’m unaware of, that’s a straight-up typo in a national newspaper ad. For a movie so poorly written and bereft of drama, it’s not entirely surprising.
Oh hey, that’s effing creepy. (from the “When are they gonna talk about the new iPhone already” press day going on now)
