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January 27, 2010

'Avatar' sinks 'Titanic' as new king of the world

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Jake Sully (Sam Worthington) and Neytiri (Zoé Saldana) bring two worlds together in "Avatar." 

(20th Century Fox)

Who says lightning (in a bottle) doesn't strike twice at the same place.

It would be difficult to convince filmmaker James Cameron of that this week. "Avatar," Cameron's futuristic sci-fi spectacle epic overcame "Titanic," Cameron's 1997 historical drama, to become "the biggest grossing film of all time," according to an article posted on the Hollywood Reporter Web site and other sources.

The numbers are, in a word, staggering.

Just $2 million shy of "Titanic's" $1.843 billion after the weekend, "Avatar" took over on Monday.  Brandon Gray, posting on the Box Office Mojo Web site, says the worldwide total for Cameron's latest is $1.859 billion.  It breaks down as an amazing $555 million domestic and another $1.304 billion foreign.

That's not bad for an epic tale of love between an ex-Marine (Sam Worthington) and a blue-skinned, 10-foot-tall other-worldly beauty with a tail and a fierce snarl (Zoë Saldana).

January 25, 2010

Celebration in the air, pants on the ground

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Oh, when one of the Saints celebrants goes marching in without his pants.  (Courtesy:  Fox-TV)

If you're anything like me (and my condolences if you are), you can't get that "Pants on the Ground" "American Idol" song out of your head these days.

But that's no longer my biggest worry.  My greatest fear is that I've been watching way too much television lately.  And because of that, I keep seeing -- against my will, I might add -- grown men with their pants down. 

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TV's vast waistland?  (Courtesy:  NBC-TV)

The first time it happened was Oct. 18.  The wife and I were watching the weekend edition of the "NBC Nightly News" as a gaggle of frenzied reporters and photographers rushed the Balloon Boy hoax house in hopes of getting a get a word with Balloon Boy dad Richard Heene, currently in the slammer but insisting at the time that no hoax had occurred.

As you can see from the accompanying photo that ran under the blog headline  "NBC 'cracks' balloon boy hoax case," either Joe the Plumber was free-lancing on the story or a photographer cared more about the shot he was getting than the shot the photog behind him was capturing.

The off-putting image was only on NBC's national telecast for a fleeting second or two.  But thanks to DVRs and the ability to rewind and pause, NBC was caught, so to speak, with its pants down.

Sunday night, as the New Orleans Saints gathered on the field to celebrate their overtime victory over the Minnesota Vikings in the NFC title game, another fleeting image grabbed my attention.

Take a close look at the photo above.   Specifically, focus on the lower right corner of the photo.  See the guy in the gold sweatjacket? 

Bingo!  Pants on the ground (pants on the ground) and underpants clearly on display as Saints celebrants get down.

Hopefully, this will be my last "pants-down" dispatch.  Maybe it's the critic in me, but I'm going to try to segue into more of a casual TV viewer and save my sharpest observances for the big screen.

Also, it would help if you guys out there would, you know, be a little more pants diligent and keep 'em up.

January 20, 2010

Ford's new star wars; finding the right project

 

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Dr. Stonehill (Harrison Ford) and John Crowley (Brendan Fraser) at odds over dealing with corporate suits in "Extraordinary Measures."  (CBS Films Inc.)

He’s famous for playing iconic movie characters like Indiana Jones and, of course, rebel space fighter Han Solo in the “Star Wars” franchise.

 

What you might not know about Harrison Ford, though, is that the notoriously stoic free spirit who grew up in – and rejected – the old Hollywood Movie Studio system has always remained on the lookout for worthy movie roles off the beaten, mainstream path.

 

Ford, who turns 68 in July but looks at least 15 years younger, has found such a role in “Extraordinary Measures,” a heartfelt medical drama co-starring Brendan Fraser and Keri Russell.

 

A somewhat odd co-mingling of actual and fictional characters, “Extraordinary Measures” (Opening Friday) focuses on a battle of wills between two men.  Dr. Robert Stonehill, Ford’s character, agrees to help a desperate father, John Crowley (Fraser), and his wife (Russell) develop a drug to battle Pompe disease, which threatens the lives of two of their three children.

 

After settling in to take questions from a small group of film journalists in Dallas recently, Ford (sporting an earring in his left ear and soft-spoken as ever) said his preparation for “Extraordinary Measures” was much like preparing for “Witness” (1985).

 

He played a policeman going undercover in an Amish community to protect a boy who witnessed a murder in that one, and drew a best actor Oscar nomination for his effort.

 

“I didn’t want to learn anything about the Amish.  I wanted to learn everything I could about the police and I let (director) Peter Weir do all the research on the Amish and left it at that,” Ford said.

 

“In this case, I had the same ambition.  I went and met with scientists and saw their labs and invested in the process of learning for myself what was necessary to express the science; the background the audience would eventually need to understand the story, but also to find ways to objectify the science.”

 

Ford, who said he often gets involved in the development process, is listed as an executive producer on “Extraordinary Measures.”  Like any actor worth his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame (he actually has two), Ford began this process looking for the right business and personal deal.

 

“Certainly, every time you get paid to do what I do, that’s doing business.  And that’s a good thing.  But I set out to make something that I had a passion for.  I wanted a part of that deal to be a good part for myself.”

 

A grumpy loner, Ford’s Dr. Stonehill is a gifted research scientist.  His bedside manner, however, can best be described as nil.

 

“I thought the greatest dramatic potential would be to make this guy, Stonehill, the guy who really had no interest in patients, whose fascination was on a molecular, cellular level and who had likely never met a Pompe patient.  This is a guy with an obvious lack of bedside manner, a guy who’s not invested in meeting ill people but is fascinated and focused and passionate about an intellectual puzzle.”

 

While Ford’s character was a compilation of scientists who rallied behind the Crowley family’s dire need, co-star Fraser’s John Crowley was based on the actual father.

 

“I thought Brendan was very effecting and very truthful in his characterization of John Crowley,” Ford said.

 

“He’s a very different guy than John Crowley and he brought his own personality, his own experience to bear.  He’s very involving and, I think, very compelling in the part.  I enjoyed working with him.”

 

Speaking of working.  Don’t look for Ford to hit the brakes on his career anytime soon.  “Morning Glory,” a comedy teaming Ford with Rachel McAdams, Patrick Wilson and Diane Keaton, is due out in July.  A new thriller is in the works as well.

 

But what about another rousing round of “Indiana Jones”?

 

“We’re trying to wrestle a couple of ideas into shape for another one.  I’m happy to do it again.  They’re great exercises in moviemaking and I still enjoy them.”

 

So do we, Harrison.  (May I call you Harrison?).

 

So do we.

Spidey gets a 'Batman,' 'Star Trek'-like re-boot

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Ultimate Spider-Man (Courtesy:  IGN.com)

When you're out of ideas for your cash cow movie franchise and the budget and star salaries begin to climb into the stratosphere, there's only one thing to do:

Re-boot.

Perhaps using the "Batman" and "Star Trek" franchises as a model, Sony announced Tuesday that "(500) Days of Summer" helmer Marc Webb will hop in the director's chair for the next, reportedly scaled-down "Spider-Man" adventure.

Here it is again; the dreaded "re-imagined" project.  I must admit it worked well enough with "Batman" and "Star Trek."  But they both re-emerged on the movie franchise landscape with budgets worthy of the massive endeavors they had grown into.

According to Borys Kit, posting his Risky Business blog on the Hollywood Reporter Web site, the plan for the new "Spider-Man" is a budget "in the $80 million range and feature a cast of relative unknowns."

Sony, which scrapped the Sam Raimi/Tobey Maguire "Spider-Man 4" project just over a week ago, mentions nothing about scaling back or potential cast members in its official announcement.  Just kudos about Webb and the fact that the new thrust will take Peter Parker back to high school:

"We wanted someone who could capture the awe of being in Peter's shoes so the audience could experience his sense of discovery while giving real heart to the emotion, anxiety and recklessness of that age and coupling all of that with the adrenaline of Spider-Man's adventure."

Kit's Hollywood Reporter article says "the touchstone for the new movie will not be the 1960s comics, which were the inspiration behind the movies by Raimi."  This time, the bedrock of the Spidey stories will be inspired by the "Ultimate Spider-Man" comics of the past decade.

No matter how Webb's vision turns out, this about-face in the "Spider-Man" movie franchise will delay the next flick a year.  Raimi was struggling to get his third sequel into theaters next summer.

The "Spider-Man Whatever" re-boot isn't scheduled to hit movie screens until the summer of 2012.

January 18, 2010

One critic's choice: Critics' Choice Awards for fun

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Sarah Silverman vents more than a little to Adam Lambert at the Critics' Choice Movie Awards.  (Courtesy:  Getty Images for VH1)

Do you prefer a wild and woolly, freewheeling, slightly boozy movie awards show over the somewhat professorial Academy Awards?

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Streep and Bullock lock lips at the Critics' Choice Awards. (Courtesy:  Getty Images for VH1)

I do too.  But if you watched last night's Golden Globes on NBC, you watched the wrong show.  The real unabashed wildness broke loose at the 15th Critics' Choice Movie Awards shown on VH1 Friday night.

Sure, brilliantly sarcastic Golden Globes host Ricky Gervais had a few shining moments over on NBC Sunday night.  The awards shindig put on by the Hollywood Foreign Press has, for a reason I fail to comprehend, begun to take itself too seriously.

Sure, they still drink, and James Cameron made a joke about having to pee during his best director acceptance speech for "Avatar," which eventually also took best drama honors.

Gervais, the British comic the world needs to thank for "The Office," tried to liven up the party.

Gervais sipped on a glass of beer throughout most of the evening to set up one very funny jab at a celebrity well known for, shall we say, excesses.

“Cheers. I’ve had a couple, I’m not gonna lie to you. I like a drink as much as the next man. Unless the next man is Mel Gibson,” Gervais said as Gibson strolled out.

After feigning being a little tipsy himself, good-natured Gibson, there to present the best director award, had a little zinger of his own prepared:

"I'm here to talk about inglorious bastards.  In Hollywood, they're called directors." 

NOTE:  The following paragraphs are intended for adults only.

Did two of the biggest female acting names in show business swap spit at the Golden Globes?

Nope, but Meryl Streep and Sandra Bullock, who tied for best actress honors, mixed it up deliciously at the Critics' Choice Awards after Bullock was named the second winner.  Streep, I think we can honestly say, was "Blind Sided" by Bullock's antics.

Did comedian Sarah Silverman go on an "I love penises" tirade at the Globes while standing next to a semi-stunned Adam Lambert, the raunchy and glam "American Idol" almost-winner no less?

I don't think so, but all of this did rock the house at the Critics Choice Awards.  Click here for Ms. Silverman's penis thoughts, and here for the very funny Streep/Bullock mock rumble in the Hollywood jungle.

So next year, remember this:

For unabridged fun it's The Critics' Choice Movie Awards.  (Full disclosure:  I'm a voting member of the Broadcast Film Critics Assoc.)  This is where the best-of-the-best present the rough drafts of their acceptance speeches and where occasional penis talk erupts.

The Golden Globes, while still much looser than the overly staid Academy Awards, is looking more and more like dress rehearsal for the Oscars.

The Academy Awards, unfortunately, are too much like going to the courthouse and letting a judge read the winners' list.  Maybe this year the Oscars (March 7 on ABC) will loosen up a little with Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin as co-hosts.

Maybe. 



January 14, 2010

Fast-forward one year: Conan and Simon who?

I have two slightly annoying problems as I settle into Simon Cowell's abandoned seat as the new designated Grumpy Judge on "American Idol."

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(Courtesy:  Fox)

It's not the cross-country commute every week.  Now that I'm making the big bucks, I think it's rather amusing to pay $100 to check my first bag, $250 for the second and $400 (OK, that's a little steep) for Bag 3, which is crammed full of hair color, non-fat yogurt designed to assist, ahem, digestion and, of course, Milk Duds.

In fact, I enjoy spending much of my time in L.A. these days.  I have my own personal waiter, Conan O'Brien, at the Fox commissary.  That angry bolt from NBC and subsequent late-night talk show on Fox unfortunately went limp quicker than Conan's flame-red pompadour.  He's getting better as a waiter, though.  I think the hair net makes the soup if not more enjoyable, at least less full of surprises.

My hangup No. 1 as THE "American Idol" judge is being forced to wear those form-fitting white T-shirts on the air.  Hey, that was Simon's thing.  I just don't have the chiseled body for a T-shirt in public (or anywhere else, for that matter).

Truth be known, my stint on a No. 1-rated San Antonio radio show began to unravel when I balked at wearing a clingy T-shirt during a TV commercial taping session years ago.  So I'm a little sensitive about T-shirts, OK?

As it turns out, us folks of the morning radio crew should have been wearing tank tops.  The show went downhill fast (tanked, get it?) after a so-called "consultant" was brought in and broke up the very successful, top-rated team. 

Simon, smug as ever, still looks good in T-shirts, though, as he parks my rented Mercedes-Benz S-Class in the Fox Studio parking lot.  Sadly, Cowell's "Project X" landed in the Project Dumper after just a few episodes.

How could it compete with the new "Idol" with myself, Paula Abdul (She's back and woozy as ever, yay!), Ellen DeGeneres and Jay Leno on the judges panel?  I can keep up with Jay all right, although my slight hearing loss crosses me up sometimes.  I just have to remember that the high-pitched, whiny voice is Leno and the deeper tones come from Ellen.

Speaking of DeGeneres, that brings us to my other slight dilemma.  Ellen is sharp as a tack and so quick with a comeback that I often pretend I'm distracted by Paula's snoring until I can think of something sour-yet-clever to say.

That's all right, though.  2011 looks like the year I'll finally break the $11 million salary mark.  When I get a little down on myself, it always cheers me up to end my day with "The Tonight Show with Craig Ferguson." 

Now that guy is funny!  What do I care that it comes on at 1:45 in the morning these days (yep, another round of NBC late-night schedule shuffling). 

I'm up trying on girdles and T-shirts anyway.

January 13, 2010

Six in '10; Films I really want to see this year

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Leonardo DiCaprio reunites with Martin Scorsese for "Shutter Island."  (Paramount Pictures)

I had a dream last night.

I had a DREAM last night!  I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT!

I dreamed that the only movies opening this year were original projects.  No sequels.  No remakes, no (gag me with a movie stub) "re-imagined" classics, but fresh, never-before-seen productions.

We had some greasy home-delivered Chinese food last night.  That may have had something to do with my wild dreams.  I also dreamed that Conan, Jay and the NBC executives had worked out the pesky late-night logjam amicably (Not yet by a long-shot) and that the plug hasn't been pulled on "Spider-Man 4" (It has.)

Wait a minute, though.  The first garlic chicken-inspired vision could come true if movie-goers would simply avoid the remakes and sequels and stick to the new stuff.

We won't, of course.  Frankly, I'm somewhat interested in the "Iron Man" follow-up.  But I'm way over tired franchises like "Harry Potter," "Shrek" and even "Twilight" (Sorry, girls), just to name a few.

The new year will deliver a cinematic six-pack of original movies I can't want to see, though:

"Shutter Island" -- Leonardo DiCaprio and Oscar-winning director Martin Scorsese ("The Departed," "The Aviator") team up once again.  In this mystery thriller, DiCaprio and Mark Ruffalo portray U.S. marshals dispatched to a remote, barren island off the coast of Massachusetts to check out the disappearance of a murderess from the island's hospital for the criminally insane.  (Feb. 19)

"Inception" -- DiCaprio again.  But this time he's teaming with "Juno's" Ellen Page and playing mind games in an action sci-fi thriller directed by "Dark Knight" filmmaker Christopher Nolan. (July 16) 

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Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter.  (Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)

"Alice in Wonderland" -- Frequent collaborators Tim Burton and Johnny Depp, not to mention Helena Bonham Carter, whip up another batch of bizarre cinema in a new live version of the Lewis Carroll tale.  Depp's role?  Isn't it obvious:  The Mad Hatter.  And look for bizarre-in-real-life Crispin Glover as The Knave of Hearts.  (March 5)

"The Expendables" -- Sylvester Stallone wasn't finished when he resurrected "Rocky" and "Rambo."  In this new action yarn, Sly, who directs, rounds up Bruce Willis, Dolph Lundgren and even California gov Arnold Schwarzenegger to blow a bunch of stuff up.  One request, boys:  Keep your shirts on. (April 23)

"Robin Hood" -- This must be the year for old cinematic pals -- or collaborators, at least -- to reunite.  Russell Crowe and Ridley Scott, who did very well with "Gladiator," OK with "American Gangster" and not so well with the ironically titled "A Good Year," send Crowe out into the medieval forest in tights to try again.  (May 14)

"The Green Hornet" -- Going "Green," but not necessarily in support of the environment, Seth Rogen tries his luck as a super-hero.  Frankly, I prefer the old, fat, irreverent, funny Rogen.  I'm open-minded, though, so come on Seth, show us some moves.  It's only fair to warn you that Michel Gondry, the only filmmaker not to get a funny performance out of Jack Black in an alleged comedy ("Be Kind Rewind"), is in the director's chair.  (Dec. 22) 

January 11, 2010

NBC's new latenight imaginarium

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Jay Leno, dumped once by NBC when he was on top in his timeslot, is on the move again.

(Courtesy:  NBC-TV)

In times like these, when there's so much juicy gossip to chatter about, I wish I had a water cooler to, you know, gather around in my one-man office.

Actually, it's not an official office at all, just Bedroom No. 2.  That's of little consequence unless you're me and your wife really prefers that your office be in Bedroom No. 3, which is exactly one foot smaller and, from this office seat, a silly -- and monumentally troublesome -- move to even consider.

But that's not why I summoned this meeting. 

Chances are all you had to worry about this weekend was the outcome of an NFL playoff football game or two and, if you're me, wondering if your water pipes would hold up during what can best be described as a pesky frozen tundra that has gripped much of the nation and particularly, if you're me, North Texas.

Jay Leno, Conan O'Brien and Jimmy Fallon, on the other hand, spent the weekend pondering their fate.

NBC's trio of late-night hosts -- two comics and, well, Jimmy Fallon -- had until today, if published reports are correct, to decide if they'll go along with NBC's plan to yank Leno out of prime time, give him the 11:35 slot (Eastern Time) and push that goofy red-headed guy and Fallon, who used to be funny on "Saturday Night Live," back a half hour.

That, apparently, will appease local NBC affiliate executives, who would rather blame poor ratings on the strength, or, in this case, non-strength of lead-in programming than the substance of their own late news programming.

Alert readers will notice that I cited the Eastern Time Zone in Leno's proposed, or rather imposed move when I, in fact, reside in the Central Time Zone.  That's what we call in the biz (what biz?  I'm working from Bedroom No. 2 here.) a set-up.

In the Eastern Time Zone if Conan the Laugharian's show is pushed back a half hour, that'll mean "The Tonight Show" will be hitting the airwaves at 12:05 a.m.

There are many things we disagree about in this country:  Who should sit in the Oval Office?; Why don't those sweaty folks on "The Biggest Loser" wear more clothes? (Please, I'm begging you!) and, of course, whether my office should be in Bedroom No. 2 or 3.

I'm pretty sure we call all concur, though, that if "The Tonight Show" starts at 12:05 a.m., it should really be re-titled "The Really, Really Early Tomorrow Show."

Mull that over NBC, and make that bold bail-out move if you must.  Just remember to run it by all the namby-pamby local affiliates first.

Oh, and about my water pipes, I'm happy to report that unlike with the NBC shuffle, there have been no harmful leaks so far.

Wait, what's that gurgling noise?

January 06, 2010

'Spidey 4' caught up in a tangled script web

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(Courtesy:  Columbia Pictures)

If you've already marked May 11, 2011 on your calendar to catch the fourth big-screen "Spider-Man" extravaganza, you may have to look for something else to occupy your time that day.

According to an article posted on the Hollywood Reporter Web site and other sources, "Sony and director Sam Raimi are at loggerheads over which direction to go with the villains."

It sounds very much like an impasse that could delay this spring's production launch and, of course, the May 2011 release date.  The good news, anxious Spidey fans, is that you have a little time to pencil something else in for May 11 next year.

According to the Hollywood Reporter article, Raimi, who has been in the director's chair for all three previous Spidey adventures, wants the Vulture as the primary antagonist for the third sequel.

The movie studio is said to be pushing for another villain and a romantic sub-plot involving a burglar dubbed the Black Cat.

'Scuse me, but I have a question.  Is a third sequel really necessary?

Yes and no.  No from an artistic viewpoint, especially since the franchise's visionary leader can't see eye-to-eye with studio suits over Spider-Man's rival and a sub-plot or two.

But yes, oh YES, when it comes to bottom-line Hollywood economics.  The Spidey franchise is a runaway money-making machine.

Methinks if Raimi rages against the machine too much, even the creative genius behind the comic book-to-big screen transformation could become a victim himself going up against the multi-billion dollar revenue machine.

January 04, 2010

Sandra Bullock is back, baby!

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After a two year layoff, Sandra Bullock came back  strong in 2009.  (Courtesy:  Warner Bros.)

When she's not on a movie set, Sandra Bullock resides just outside Austin.

The sometimes Texan got some very good news just before the turn of the new year.  Quigley Publishing Co. announced that Bullock, who appeared in three films in 2009, roared back to stardom as the year's top Hollywood star.

According to a Reuters story posted on the Hollywood Reporter Web site, the honor is based on votes from hundreds of movie house executives.

"Bullock beat out such stars as George Clooney and Denzel Washington, on the strength of her roles in "The Proposal" and "The Blind Side," according to the story.

"All About Steve" was a comic clunker, of course.  But her two rousing successes pushed Bullock to the top of the list.

Who was close on her heels?  Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp and Tom Hanks also ranked high.  Check out the Hollywood Reporter story to fill out the rest of the Quigley list.