There exists a severe disparity between how Europeans can carry off the white captain’s cap look and how Americans can do the same.
Example: Jurgen Prochnow as the hard-boiled, veteran U-boat skipper with his no-nonsense chief engineer in “Das Boot”:
And hard-boiled pop ditty writer Daryl Dragon and his nonsensical sidekick Toni Tennille:
Muskrat love? 'America' should have been summarily beaten for giving this duo the rights . . .
I rest my case.
if only to behold, within a 2-hour span:
1) the sight of Meryl Streep and an incredible simulation of a mutated Jami-Gertz lookalike laughing and cutting up like a pair of delirious giant cassowaries or Miss Hathaways;
2) the odd sight of Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci sitting together in a tub full of suds;
3) the impressive sight of Meryl Streep boning a duck (a scene done only once before by Lea Thompson in “Howard the Duck,” and with far less deliberation and brutality than by Ms. Streep);
4) a delicious-sounding way to reduce butter;
5) aforementioned duck encased in pastry;
6) Ms. Streep’s superhuman restraint from patting Mr. Tucci’s head like he was Jackie Wright on The Benny Hill Show;
7) a reminder why I’ll eat a poached egg only over my own dead, decomposing body;
8 ) another chance to see the Dan Ackroyd takeoff on “The French Chef” and to laugh harder and in a more-informed manner than the twenty-somethings sitting in front of me (that’ll teach the little bahstahds to look at their cell phone screens while the house lights are off);
9) the spectacle of Frenchmen actually being polite and nice to an American, and;
10) a damn fine recipe for beef boulignon stew.
And to think the young pseudo-adults from my workplace I saw at the theater were saying how much they were gonna get into “G.I. Joe – The Rise of Cobra.”
I enjoy a good comic book movie as much as the next American male. That said, I have never watched a comic book movie that talks so much and says so little.
‘Sin City’-style cinematography, several fight scenes, a naked Eva Mendes , and Samuel L. Jackson couldn’t even save it.
I damn near spent ny New Year’s Eve passed out in a theater, and I wasn’t even drunk.
‘Howard the Duck’ was better than this.
I went to see the movie ‘W.’ It was like a five-year old sachertorte. It could have been delicious, but it was five years too late.
I just finished reading ‘Hubris’ by Michael Isikoff and David Korn a few days ago, and much of the film’s 2002-2005 moments track pretty well with that book.
Scott Glenn’s broad-brush portrayal of Donald Rumsfeld and Richard Dreyfuss’s Bela Lugosi-like depiction of Dick Cheney were enjoyable in an “I-told-you-so” way, and Thandie Newman was a well-done characature of Condoleeza Rice.
Toby James as Karl Rove; What an inspired piece of casting! Rove as a malignant Truman Capote.
Josh Brolin as Shrub – it deserves an Oscar for its depth in portraying someone so intellectually shallow.
As for Oliver Stone? Stone is pretty restrained here. Given the proven outlandishness of the real-life cast of characters inspiring, Stone didn’t have to resort (much) to methods already used in ‘JFK’ to move that version of events.
Most of the people I saw in the theater were, based on their demeanor and appearance, probably Democrat. The film’s appeal probably will be partisan and may have little if any real impact on the election.
But it still would have been better for this movie to have appeared before 2004.
I watched a movie Thursday. Without going into plot details (actually irrelevant for the purposes of this post), I would like to place three of the descriptive terms applied to this movie by the cable movie details subscreen:
‘Stylish’ – The director seems inspired by music videos, and not very good ones.
‘Smart’ – The director probably attended a Hitchcock film festival in college and now thinks; ‘Hey, I’ll bet no one uses odd camera angles and visual narrative like that anymore, so I’ll use it and look original!’
‘Taut’ – The film editor and producer cut 40 minutes of film to get rid of the self-indulgent and poorly executed Hitchcockian scenes, including the one where the director is walking a poodle down a crowded sidewalk.
does anyone else catch the irony that Heath Ledger put the moves on both of the Gyllenhal siblings in the movies?
or maybe it was the scene where Cruise screams into the phone, “Show me the Reichsmarks!”
Then again, maybe it was the clip where he’s walking along with Rommel and yells, “I feel the need, the need for MACH SCHNELL, SCHNELL!”
“The fortunes of Hollywood actor Tom Cruise have suffered a blow with the news that his next big film has been postponed until 2009.
The release of Valkyrie, which tells the story of the 1944 assassination plot against Hitler, was first postponed from this summer to the autumn and is now not expected to appear until next year.”
More at TimesOnline
I think what would have really helped the concept would been having Harrison Ford running from Tommy Lee Jones as a tough Reichsmarschall while tracking Cruise down . . . ‘The Reichsfugitive’ – or at least Paul Newman beating him in a game of pool in ‘The Color of Reichsmarks’
Bet Tommy will be jumping on couches a lot more this summer.
I gotta give Miss Cellania her props – something I’ve failed to do in recent months.
Miss C has a link to a great list of the top vampire movies of all time over on her page, and I found myself going ‘yeah, uh-huh, right, good one, yep . . .’ reading down it. Go over and see how many you’ve seen.
Meanwhile, here’s some links to real-life vampire castles:
for you know who you are . . . .