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Sunday, September 13, 2009

Let’s see -- 271 movies in ten days, that’s 27.1 movies a day. Which means that most Toronto Film Festival-goers are going to have wildly divergent takes (and tickets) as they queue up with their circled and underlined schedules, waiting for whatever the next show is at the Varsity or the AMC plexes, the Elgin or the Cumberland, or the other venues spread around town. (A town celebrating its 175th year.)

And so far, my festival has been a grim one – thematically, that is. With the exception of the happily loopy, sort-of-true The Men Who Stare at Goats and its tale of secret paranormal military ops and New Age army dudes (including a Dude-like Jeff Bridges), I’ve seen nothing but doom, death and depression.

Sure, the Coen Brothers’ A Serious Man – drawn from Joel and Ethan’s experiences growing up in 1960s suburban Minnesota -- is laced with typical Coensian irony and close-up absurdity. But the film’s protagonist, a physics professor played by Michael Stuhlbarg, has the luck of Job: his wife wants a divorce, his brother, a jobless social misfit, has moved into the family house, the tenure committee has been receiving unfavorable, anonymous letters, and a foreign student is threatening to sue. On top of that, the X-rays from this ill-fated father and husband’s most recent doctor’s visit seem ominous. Laff riot.

Consider Up in the Air, Jason Reitman’s adaptation of the Walter Kirn novel about a guy who fires people for a living (George Clooney). This dark, quiet comedy achieves levels of documentary-like pathos with a series of talking head “interviews” with everyday Joes (and Jills) who have just been laid off, let go, made redundant. Tears, rage, despair and suicide permeate the pic, which also stars Vera Farmiga, Jason Bateman and Anna Kendrick and which addresses the current economic climate (and near-10% unemployment rate) with chilling relevancy.
 
Or The Road, the post-apocalyptic tale of a father and son (Viggo Mortensen and the Australian Kodi Smit-McPhee) slogging across gray, dangerous landscapes looking for food and safe haven. John Hillcoat’s adaptation of the Cormac McCarthy novel is bleak, powerful stuff.
 
And then there’s Triage, Danis Tanovic’s drama about an Irish photojournalist (Colin Farrell) covering the strife in ’80s Kurdistan: a bloody report about battle, bombings, amputation, mercy killings and debilitating post-traumatic stress. At the world premiere at the Winter Garden, Tanovic (No Man’s Land, Hell) introduced the film with grace and humor, and then introduced Farrell, who shuffled out onto the stage, nodding nervously. He could be up for an Oscar.
 
Friday and Saturday, interviewed Penelope Cruz and Lluis Homar for Almodovar’s Broken Embraces (more loss, more melancholy); The Art of the Steal’s Philly-based doc director, Don Argott; Viggo Mortensen (talking like a proud dad about the talents of his pipsqueak co-star), and Jeff Bridges, reflecting on his career, his dad, and the upcoming remake of True Grit he’s going to do with his Big Lebowski auteurs, the Coens. (He hasn’t run into them here.) Upcoming interviews: Abbie Cornish (Bright Star), Vera Farmiga (Up in the Air and Niki Caro’s The Vintner’s Luck.)
 
Sick parenting moment on Yorkville Avenue, as a father and his toddler daughter negotiate the sidewalk near the Four Seasons and the crowd of celebrity gawkers stationed there: “Want to try your sunglasses on so you can look like a movie star?” 
 
Sick marketing moment in same Yorkville nabe: a stand emblazoned with Matt Damon’s image and a The Informant! sign, distributing corn, still green in the husk, to passers-by, promoting Steven Soderbergh’s tonally wacked agri-business whistle-blower comedy thriller.  

 

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Friday, September 11, 2009
TIFF 2009 – Day One

Never mind health care, here’s the real difference between the U.S. and Canada: Driving into the country from the States side of Niagara Falls, you pull up to the Customs officer’s booth, he asks you the purpose of your visit and when you say you’re covering the Toronto Film Festival his next question is “What’s your favorite movie?” And then he tells you his (Raiders of the Lost Ark) and then he wants to know what’s up with James Cameron’s Avatar because he heard that it’s going to revolutionize the movie-going experience.

And then: What are you looking forward to seeing in Toronto? Are there going to be a lot of stars?

Somehow I can’t picture the Homeland Security dude on my return through New York asking me if the new Pedro Almodovar is as good as All About My Mother.

Speaking of which, Broken Embraces, with Almodovar muse Penelope Cruz as a woman leading (at least) a double life, and her relationship with a blind screenwriter (Lluis Homar) who has his own secret past, isn’t perfection after all. But this moody, labyrinthine soap opera is never less than compelling.

Forget Jennifer’s Body, though. A self-consciously hip horror thing with Megan Fox striking various teen-seductress poses as she gnashes and gnaws her way through Devil’s Kettle High, this might have felt fresh 15 years ago, but then again, maybe not. Amanda Seyfried, as the kinda nerdy good-girl and Jennifer’s improbable best-friend, voice-overs the tale, directed by Girlfight’s Karyn Kusama, from an arch script full of pseudo-cool teen patter from Diablo Cody of Juno fame.

Way more engaging, and truly nutty: The Men Who Stare at Goats, with George Clooney (looking like a fried Clark Gable) and Jeff Bridges as U.S. army intelligence agents trained in paranormal, psychic powers. Ewan McGregor is the reporter along for the ride, covering this seriously strange gang (also Kevin Spacey) as they bring their unique abilities to Operation Iraqi Freedom. The line for the press and industry screening was literally out the door. And there are some Jedi jokes that take on special meaning given that McGregor is, of course, Obi-Wan Kenobi in another life. Not quite the awed audience response that greeted Slumdog Millionaire in the same theater last year, but hearty applause nonetheless.

Brian De Palma spotted walking from one screening to another, and then later out in Yorkville, sitting on a rock in a pocket park in his trademark safari jacket, adjusting his iPod. DePalma is one of the fest’s annual fixtures.
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Monday, August 31, 2009

 

In a huge deal that promises to shake up the superhero franchise business – and the theme park and merchandizing businesses – Disney and Marvel Comics announced today that the former was acquiring the latter, to the tune of $4 billion.
 
That means that once the dust (and the sequel rights?) settles, the likes of Spider-Man, Iron Man, the X-Men, Captain America and the Fantastic Four will be pitching their tents -- and their tentpoles -- in the Magic Kingdom. It’s a mighty stable of brand names, a gaggle of caped crusaders and costumed avengers (including the Avengers) that boasts mega-cross-generational appeal and that shows no sign of flagging in popularity. The Mouse House now has its very own squad of neurotic, wisecracking crime-busters to bust up the box office with. 
 
“By the hammer of Thor!” as 30 Rock’s Liz Lemon likes to exclaim.
 
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Maybe one of the reasons Quentin Tarantino insists on spelling Inglourious Basterds the way he does (the director’s not saying) is that there’s already a Spell-Checked Inglorious Bastards out there in the universe.

Released in 1978, Enzo Castellari’s World War II action pic remains a cult fave, revered in certain cinema circles – Tarantino’s circle being one of the more notable. (Tag line on the original poster: "Whatever the Dirty Dozen did, they do it dirtier!") To capitalize on the new Weinstein Brothers' release, the first Inglorious has just been sent out on DVD and Blu-Ray via Severin Films. Bo Svenson and Fred Williamson star as members of a gang of criminals who escape an Allied prison convoy with a plan to hop over the Swiss border, but end up ‘volunteering’ for a suicide mission deep inside Nazi-occupied France instead.

Svenson’s the head Bastard in Castellari’s flick, Brad Pitt the head Basterd in Tarantino’s. The latter film definitely veers off into different territory, plot-wise, albeit still in Nazi-occupied France. Both Svenson and director Castellari show up to do cameos in Tarantino’s $70 million over-the-top Holocaust revenge actioner.
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

 

Add up the box office of the whopping summer hits Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen and G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra and the number you get (and this is just the domestic tally, as of Aug. 13) is on the far side of $465 million.
So, what next for the matchup between Paramount Pictures, distributors of said films, and Hasbro Toys, owner of the trademarks on Transformers and Joe? The studio and the toymaker must be wracking their respective noggins trying to find more lucre in the vaults. Um, I mean, on the Toys R Us shelves. 
Well, Hasbro owns the Nerf Balls. How about a live-action, CG-driven action thriller about anthropomorphized foam orbs plotting to destroy the Eiffel Tower? Nerf Balls: Retaliation of the Dart TaggersMichael Bay is said to be interested.
And then there’s the venerable rainbow-hued My Little Pony gang. How about a live-action, CG-driven action thriller in which Pinkie Pie and Scootaloo must thwart an evil plot to turn Ponyville into a glue factory and destroy the Eiffel Tower? G.I. Joe helmer Stephen Sommers is already at work on the storyboards.
 
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

When Steven Spielberg heads to the National Constitution Center on October 8 to accept his Liberty Medal, he’ll be bringing vivid memories of a childhood spent in the Philadelphia area. From my interview with the filmmaker way back when Schindler’s List was released in December, 1993, Spielberg had this to say about his days as a whippersnapper living in Haddon Township, NJ -- and hanging around the grand hall of Philadelphia’s landmark John Wanamaker department store, in the shadow of the bronze eagle statue:

"My family lived in Haddonfield and we used to go to Philadelphia on weekends to visit relatives. . . . My parents used to put me under the eagle and leave me there for an hour and a half, alone.

"My job was not to wander - no nannies, no baby sitters - and they went shopping, because I was impossible to shop with. So they would go all around Wanamaker’s and I would sit there terrified because there was this eagle over me, there were a million people and there were nuns playing the organ. 

"I used to dread more than anything else being stuck under that eagle."

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

 

In Cold Souls, opening Aug. 21, Paul Giamatti plays Paul Giamatti, a New York-based actor and star of such estimable fare as Sideways and HBO’s John Adams. Things aren’t going particularly well in his life right now, though, and he reads an article that might offer help: It’s about the Soul Storage Company, an operation, run by “world renowned neurologist” Dr. David Flintstein, that will remove your soul from your body and let you get on with things, unencumbered by angst and woe. Soul Storage’s motto: “Unburdening Made Easy.”
 
And like Lacuna, Inc., the storefront institute in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind that promised to erase painful memories from its clients’ minds, the Soul Storage Company has a website offering its services, and testimonials, for any and all surfing the Net. It’s a spiffy piece of movie-marketing. Check out the Soul Storage Company site here.
 
And check out Lacuna, Inc.’s here.
 
Fans of J.J. Abrams’ epic TV undertaking, Lost, might want to book tickets on Oceanic Air’s site, here. (Then again, you may not, depending how you feel about time travel and parallel universes.)
 
One of the first elaborate fake url’s tied to a film was the Godsend Institute's site, which specialized in cloning children. It was schemed up to promote 2004's Godsend, the parenting spook-o-rama starring Greg Kinnear, Rebecca Romijn and Robert DeNiro as the mad doctor, Richard Wells, head on the Institute. Lots of folks fell for the site -- folks outraged at the concept of cloning your kid, and folks who wanted to sign on to clone theirs.
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Greater Philadelphia Film Office should send copies of John Hindman’s The Answer Man to every producer and director even remotely thinking of coming here to shoot. For a city still suffering from a collective case of low self-esteem, this so-so rom-com – with Jeff Daniels as a burnt-out bestselling author of spiritual advice books and Gilmore Girls’  Lauren Graham as the chiropractor who brings him back into alignment in more ways than one – is one big City of Brotherly Love morale booster.

 More so than even the most-dashing moments in the M. Night Shyamalan oeuvre, The Answer Man shows off the striking urban beauty and cool of Philadelphia. From the stately brownstone manors of Delancey Street to the cafes and shops of Old City, from a shot of Daniels crawling on all fours past the WPA-era tableau of the post office at 9th and Market Streets to scenes of Rittenhouse Square and scullers on the Schuylkill, the film celebrates the city’s cinemagenic strengths. Locations include the Warsaw Café, the Newport apartment building, McCall Elementary in Society Hill (redubbed the Robert Frost School) and the Book Trader on 2nd Street -- the used bookstore gets a huge, huge plug.

Director of photography Oliver Bokelberg, who shot The Visitor and the Meryl Streep-starrer Dark Matter, clearly saw something he liked in Philadelphia. Lou Taylor Pucci, Kat Dennings, Nora Dunn and Olivia Thirlby also appear in Answer Man (called The Dream of the Romans when it was in production here in 2008), but the real star of the picture, without a doubt, is Philadelphia.

 

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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Spanish filmmaker Pedro Almodovar and Italian bean purveyor Illy Coffee have joined forces in celebration of Almodovar’s many-times star and long-time muse, actress Penelope Cruz.

Images of the Live Flesh/All About My Mother/ Volver actress adorn a new cup and saucer, part of the “Illy Art Collection” series that has famous artists (Koons! Schnabel!) designing chinaware to drink your espresso out of.

Almodovar shows Cruz in a set of Warhol-like photo images, promoting the Spanish siren’s moody beauty and, coincidentally, Almodovar’s upcoming fall release,  Abrazos Rotos (Broken Embraces).  Yes, Cruz stars.

The limited edition cup and saucer combo is signed by Almodovar, and is yours for $60. Click here to have Cruz show up in your kitchen, too.

 

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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

By the end of its seventh weekend of release -- that’ll be Monday, July 20 – Todd Phillips’ The Hangover will have passed Beverly Hills Cop’s $234.8 million box office take to become the top-earning R-rated comedy of all time.

Who’d have thunk?

Not Phillips, who steered Bradley Cooper, Zach Galifianakis and Ed Helms through the blotto bachelor-party-gone-amok comedy.

“We had a feeling, once we started screening to test audiences, that it was going to do all right, but who knew?” says the director, on the phone just before Hangover topped $200 million.

Nonetheless, the director -- a specialist in male-bonding comedies (see Old School, see Road Trip, see Starsky & Hutch) – had a feeling he was onto something. There they were in Las Vegas last year, he and his cast (and the tiger and the baby and the chicken), and already Phillips and company were volleying possible scenarios for a sequel.

“We’d been talking about doing Hangover 2 while we were shooting Hangover,” he confirms. “And that’s not because we knew the movie was going to be a big, breakout success. It was more because, well, when you’re on the set of a movie it’s fun to talk about that kind of stuff. You know: `Man, if we did another one we could do this, that, the other thing.’

“So we do have ideas, and it’s something that we’re going to work on and hopefully shoot not this fall -- but probably shoot next fall.”

Not coming in the near future, however, is Old School 2 (or Old School Dos, as IMDB has it listed). The original Will Ferrell, Vince Vaughn, Luke Wilson comedy was a big hit back in 2003, but the logistics of regrouping has proved daunting.

“We’re not actually doing Old School 2,” Phillips says. “That’s been a hard project to put together…. These guys are so big, it’s tough to get all the planets to align on that one.”

 

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About Steven Rea
Steven Rea has been an Inquirer movie critic since 1992. He was born in London and raised in New York City, where he graduated from Stuyvesant High School. He graduated from San Francisco State University with a major in English and Creative Writing, and attended the Writers Workshop graduate program at the University of Iowa. His column, "On Movies," appears Sundays in Arts & Entertainment, and his reviews normally run in the Weekend section on Fridays.

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