The Second (Third? Fourth?) Time Around.
Posted: October 13, 2011 Filed under: Celebrities, Movies, Videos Leave a commentThree new movies open wide tomorrow, and I’m using the term “new” loosely. The Big Year, a male-midlife-crisis yarn directed by David Frankel (now best known for The Devil Wears Prada and Marley & Me, but for me he’ll always be the guy who made Miami Rhapsody), stars Owen Wilson, Jack Black and, sadly, Steve Martin. Why “sadly”? Because Martin, once a kind of gold standard for movie comedy, now saves his intellectual A-game for his books and his plays and his art collection and his website, while seemingly picking his film roles based on their ability to make his fans wince. I mean, two Pink Panther remakes. Two Cheaper by the Dozen remakes. Sigh.
I want The Big Year — a movie about competitive birdwatching, a pastime that seemed more pure before the big endorsement money came in and tainted it — to be good. Early reviews have not been kind.
And speaking of remakes: two seminal ’80s films are being revisited this week. People are very upset about this. They should let it go.
First, a little heresy: the original Footloose was not all that good. Sure, Kevin Bacon. But also Lori Singer, one of the least exciting “stars” of the 1980s. And while the whole the-old-folks-won’t-let-us-dance plot was good for generating some generational friction, it always seemed to me like a straw-man construct: too ludicrous to be taken seriously. Ironically, our socially polarized country today makes a new look at a town outlawing music and dancing potentially interesting. We’ll see.
And then there’s The Thing, ostensibly a prequel to John Carpenter’s 1982 cult classic but, reportedly, a functional remake. (The film takes place at the Norwegian camp in the Arctic Circle referenced by the Americans at the beginning of Carpenter’s movie; but really, a shape-shifting alien picking off one member of your team at a time is still a shape-shifting alien picking off one member of your team at a time, regardless of whether your name is Mac or Sven.) Fans of the original are all over the Internets, complaining that Hollywood is once again raping their childhood.
The thing is (see what I did there?), Carpenter’s Thing was a remake too — of The Thing From Another World, a sturdy 1951 thriller that has fans of its own. (Disclaimer: I liked both films.) It seems a bit churlish to rail on about the desecration of a great 30-year-old movie that did its own desecrating of another 30-year-old movie.
There are many good reasons to yell at Hollywood filmmakers these days, but complaining about their love of doing things over again is a pretty old song. Older than this song, even:
Small World Dept.: Footloose also starred Sarah Jessica Parker, who would later star in Miami Rhapsody, the directorial debut of The Big Year Director David Frankel. (She was also in L.A. Story with Steve Martin, back when Steve Martin movies were something to get excited about.) And Dianne Wiest, who played Lori Singer’s mom in Footloose (and Steve Martin’s sister in Parenthood, come to think of it), appears in The Big Year in the role of … Jack Black’s mom. Was Dianne Wiest born a mom? Discuss.
TIFF Diary: Ten Years Gone.
Posted: September 11, 2011 Filed under: Celebrities, Film Festivals, Movies Leave a commentTen years ago tonight I had dinner in Toronto with my good friend Jim Anderson (who used to come north with me for TIFF, before he fell in love and headed to the west coast, and what’s up with that, anyway?). We ate creole food on the patio of a restaurant across King Street from the Roy Thomson Theater, watching the red carpet action from a respectable distance; then we went across the street to stand in a ridiculous rush line before watching the world premiere of Fred Schepisi’s Last Orders.
You may never have heard of that film — it didn’t make much of a splash. But it starred Helen Mirren, Bob Hoskins, Ray Winstone and Michael Caine and concerned a group of old friends reuniting to dispose of the remains of one of their own. It’s a somber movie of death and life and reflection, which makes it oddly relevant to this particular anecdote. (It’s also a really good movie — I watched it again with my dad last year about this time, and it held up remarkably well.)
I passed that bistro tonight on my way back to my hotel, with Viggo Mortensen being interviewed across the street for A Dangerous Method. It’s not the path I have found myself taking so far on this trip, but for some reason I opted for the road less traveled tonight.
So little has changed, and so much. On my way up to TIFF this week I chatted with my 360|365 colleague about the 9/11 anniversary, and I wondered if there would be any overt remembrance of the event up here. So far nothing has popped onto my radar screen, which doesn’t mean nothing is happening — once again, I’m here watching movies, and the rest of the world is reduced to headlines on newspapers on cafe tables.
One of the first things I did after hearing about the towers on Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001, was try to call my friend who had been working in the financial district. I didn’t get him until the following day, but when I asked him what he thought would happen to the WTC complex, his response (and mind you, this was 30 hours after it happened) was that they should just be rebuilt, so New Yorkers could get back to work and the world could see how we couldn’t be stopped. (Rich, I’m sorry if I’m misquoting you; it’s been a while.)
TIFF, perhaps understandably, has embraced that idea more easily than New York City. The festival is bigger and better (OK, bigger) than ever, with a shiny new headquarters, a longer schedule, and more glitz than I knew existed. It will always seem weird that I’m here each year for the dark anniversary of that singularly American event. But in its own way, it helps serve as just another reminder of something we had a harder time appreciating in the immediate days following 9/11/01: that life goes on.
Forget The Host. Worry About The Parasite.
Posted: September 7, 2011 Filed under: Celebrities, Movies Leave a commentI’m not sure why Eddie Murphy is seen as such a controversial pick to host the 2012 Academy Awards. In many ways he fits the mold perfectly — established comic actor, gone slightly to seed, proven stand-up skills: check, check, and check. Granted, his stand-up resume is rooted in the 1980s, but are people afraid he’s going to make AIDS jokes or something?
To me, the news is less disturbing for Murphy than for the guy who got him the job: Who decided it was a good idea to let Brett Ratner produce the Oscar telecast? (If his awful resume doesn’t explain what I mean, read that interview. He’s not — what’s the word? Oh yes — smart.) I know the ratings for the show have waned, but if all they’re looking for is viewers at any expense, why not just hire Michael Bay and be done with it?
I’m going to be sorry I wrote that some day.
