Portuguese and UK posters for The Princess and the Frog and Dr. Parnassus.
Nat Rogers wrote his review of Precious and takes a bold step out on a ledge with the following:
That’s vague I know but you’re already going to combating months of hype when you see it and I don’t want to add to the problem… except perhaps by saying that Mo’Nique has already won the Supporting Actress Oscar. Someone somewhere will try to pretend it’s a contest when 2010 rolls around but they’ll only be trying to sell magazines or boost page views. Done deal.
It’s always interesting when someone takes such a giant leap of faith. It either pays off spectacularly or it backfires. At this point, with so many voices in the mix, putting out a bold prediction like that can’t really hurt.¬† Either way, Nat also managed to draw this image on his iPhone, which is just stunning:
[UPDATE: Topping off this post with the newly minted review from EW's Lisa Schwarzbaum]:
Profoundly beautiful and affecting, Where the Wild Things Are is a breath-‚Ä®taking act of artistic transubstantiation. From Maurice Sendak’s beloved picture book about a rambunctious little boy named Max and the kingdom of untamed creatures who adopt him as their like-minded king, filmmaker Spike Jonze has made a movie that is true to Sendak’s unique sensibilities and simultaneously true to Jonze’s own colorful instincts for anarchy. This is, to quote the 1963 children’s classic, ”the most wild thing of all.” It’s also personal movie-‚Ä®making, with corporate backing, at its best. Whatever the (well-documented) struggles it took to create this gem, the result is worth every monster growl…
…Sendak’s great gift to readers, old as well as young, is the seriousness with which he presents even the wildest mayhem, the deepest contradictions in human (and Wild Thing) behavior; the author empathizes with fantasists but has no time for cuteness. In his transcendent movie adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are, Spike Jonze not only respects the original text but also honors movie lovers with the same clarity of vision. This is one of the year’s best. To paraphrase the Wild Thing named KW, I could eat it up, I love it so.
Marshall Fine, Hollywood & Fine:
‚ÄúWhere the Wild Things Are‚Äù is a startling achievement from a director with a clear vision and the strength to see it through. Working from ‚Äì but not slavishly adapting ‚Äì Maurice Sendak‚Äôs beloved children‚Äôs classic, Jonze has made a movie that can‚Äôt help but create controversy because of its utter simplicity, which masks layers of complexity…
Dennis Dermody at Paper Magazine sums it up best: “Rapturous… Ravishing…”
Watched it again last night and found it even more dreamlike and hypnotic than the first time around. Almodovar has a way with the camera that turns the simplest shots into archetypal images, profoundly meditative and psychologically soothing.
“The first mandatory stop in the awards season,” says The New York Times, with deadpan lack of sarcasm. Gathering a list too pretty to resist borrowing, Kris Tapley at In Contention, reminds us what this honor best represents: “diligent publicists doing their jobs.”
A few categories are missing, so we’ll update as the gaps are filled in. They names have come trickling in for maximum PR impact, but look more impressive stacked up like an Oscar wish list. Join the meaningless fun by voting for Movie of the Year! at Yahoo.
Cracked.com has put together a list of what they think are the worst accents ever. The ones that come immediately to mind for me are:
Holly Hunter in Once Around
Angelina Jolie in Alexander
Don Cheadle, Oceans 11
Michael Caine, The Cider House Rules
Al Pacino in Scarface (even though it’s totally great)
Kate Winslet’s American dialect in Titanic (it just fell flat for me, I know, how dare I?)
This is how the story unfolded to me. The first thing that caught my attention was several movie bloggers were being flown to London for the premiere of the Fantastic Mr. Fox. Disclosed completely here, but bits of it were gleaned from Twitter and various other modes of communication. I wondered why the studio would foot the bill to send so many out there at once – it seemed quite unusual for a film that has a built-in audience and should do well, being that animated films almost always do well; families will take their kids to see these movies no matter what. And as one Twitterer put it, Wes Anderson is kind of a favorite son of the blogger/fanboy crowd and it seemed impossible they would not like the film, even sight unseen.
So what could be the reason? I couldn’t quite manage to get my mind around it in any satisfactory way – what would having a whole lot of blogs on your side mean? So, they’re off in London, visitin Roald Dahl’s home and tomorrow, Wednesday, they will see the Fantastic Fox at the London Film Fest.
Then the other shoe drops. This story in the LA Times puts out the idea that Wes Anderson “remotely” directed the film. Read all about it here. The outrage in the comments section here makes me think that this might be among the reasons for flying the bloggers out – head the bad press off at the pass. Do you think I’m right? Do you think it was a good idea? Do you think it helps or hurts the film? Maybe it’s just an odd coincidence.
Another possible reason for the coaxed migration could be that the film might be thought of as “too British” (but in a good way) and that having Americans out there to get a vibe for the place could help them to digest it better? Anyway, with so many prominent Americans doing the voices it’s hard to envision anyone thinking it too British.
Here is a bit of a review from the Telegraph:
“I believe that children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way..”
~ Whitney Houston
Stop reading right now if you’d rather work out the underlying meanings of Michael Haneke’s WWI-era morality tale, The White Ribbon on your own.
…ees eet safe? Safe to proceed for those who already know and anyone else who doesn’t mind knowing?
ok, I suppose it’s pretty obvious to anyone who’s read a review, but I’d hoped to avoid learning too much in advance about this year’s winner of the Palm d’Or at Cannes. But this HuffPo headline caught me off guard and blurted the message right up front: Michael Haneke: When the Nazis Were Children. To be sure nobody misses his implication, Haneke himself doesn’t mind spelling it out:
“There are countless films that deal with the Nazi period, but not the pre-period and pre-conditions, which is why I wanted to make this film, [says Haneke].
“Set in Germany prior to World War I, this is the generation that became adults in the Nazi period. But it’s not just a film about a German problem. It’s about the roots of evil — whether it’s religious or political terrorism. I wanted to depict the children who in their adult life would play a role in the fascist period, and these people were determined by Protestantism.“
The connection between the master race and masturbation, more explicitly explained after the cut.
I first read The Road two weeks after it was published, in 2006. Just finished re-reading it tonight and this time was able to hear the austere dialogue spoken in my ear by Viggo Mortensen, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Robert Duvall, Garret Dillahunt and the other perfectly cast actors. Checking to see if there were any new clips online besides the ones we featured a month ago, I ran across these three themes from the soundtrack. Now the music of Nick Cave & Warren Ellis is flowing into the open spaces between the words, supporting the framework that’s coming together in my head with another vital element, providing another hint of what’s in store for us come December.
I’ve seen the screenplay too, and those of you who already know the novel will be glad to learn virtually every major scene and setting survives the adaptation intact. For anybody who hasn’t read it yet, I can’t recommend it strongly enough. We’ve been paying a lot of attention to a handful of titles this month, and I worry we’re neglecting this one. On the basis of what I’ve seen and what we’re beginning to find out, let me just say: Prepare yourself for something extraordinary. Feels like The Road has taken the long way ’round to get here, but it’s going to be a movie to reckon with, I promise you.
You can listen to two more tracks after the cut.
Announced a couple of days ago as one the 8 documentary shorts shortlisted for Oscar consideration. Premieres Wednesday, October 14 at 7pm, on HBO.
Filmmakers Lance Bangs and Spike Jonze present an intimate look at the life of noted children’s book writer and illustrator, Maurice Sendak, a seminal talent at times conflicted with his success and whose lifelong obsession with death has subtly influenced his work. Now 81 and living in Connecticut, Sendak is best known for his first (and most famous) book, Where the Wild Things Are, which he wrote after being a book illustrator for over 10 years. Though it was originally panned, Wild Things would eventually become one of the most beloved and critically lauded children’s books of all time and, to Sendak’s chagrin, came to define his career. Through his words, old pictures and illustrations, Tell Them Anything You Want offers a deeply personal look at an otherwise private and somewhat isolated man.
Even though last week fans were treated to Rupersized episodes of “RuPaul’s Drag Race,” only one queen went home in the two-part installment, so it was really only like one episode (a moment of silence for our fallen queen Laganja Estranja. . .mmmmk?). So now it’s down to seven queens. We’re getting very close to the end of season 6 when Ru will crown the next drag superstar (or superdud if she goes with Adore). I’m sure all season long you were thinking, “Wow…when is there ...
You may or may not have seen last night’s wicked installment of Game of Thrones. But if you have you probably don’t want to read further. But if you’ve already seen it, and/or read the books, you will already know which character was ejected from the series. Finally, that little twerp Joffrey got what he had coming from him. My only objection was that it wasn’t a violent enough death, particularly after the way he tormented Tyrion. I had read the spoilers so I knew not t...