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Boiling Point: When Censorship Goes Full Retard

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Boiling Point

As much fun as it would be to pick on SOPA/PIPA some more and make some jokes about how “SOPA,” when said aloud, is Spanish for soup, this is something entirely different. Oh, it still has to deal with censorship, but this is some self-imposed completely idiotic and maddening censorship.

On air, movies and television have to play by a set of rules. These rules aren’t totally set in stone, but basically there are some words you can say and some you can’t say. Then there are some you can sort of say, but mostly only in the right context. An example? Pretty much any show on at any time could say “bitch” meaning female dog, because that’s just the definition of the word. If you want to call someone a bitch, generally that’s kept to after 8pm.

Cable gets a bigger break than network, as it’s a paid service, but that doesn’t mean they’re immune to fines and more importantly, advertiser backlash, so everyone kind of plays with kid gloves.

Of course, it’s parents who should be responsible for policing the television. If a show wants to say bad words, let them. Put it on after 8pm, put a “Language” notice on it, and parents can set their TVs to block it. Easy cakes. I mean, I still don’t understand why HBO, Showtime, and Cinemax won’t show hardcore porn, because why not, amirite? But I’m getting distracted by the thoughts of boobies. This boiling point is specifically about language. One bad word and one not-at-all bad word, both needlessly censored on cable television.

If you’re offended by words, you can still probably read this. After all, one of the words I’ve already used in the title because I do what I want. Retard. There I said it.

Retard is not a nice word.

It is an actual word, with a real definition, but when used to talk about someone who has mental retardation, it’s a not nice thing to say. Words like that are often co-opted out of context to make fun of people without a real disability. If you call someone with a mental handicap a retard, you’re a dick. If you call someone a bastard and they are one, you’re also kind of a dick. However, if you’re just trying to hurt someone’s feelings on the opposing dodgeball team, who is neither mentally retarded or a kid from an illegitimate partnering, and you call him a “retarded bastard,” you’re not that big of a dick. Kind of unsportsmanlike, but whatever.

So yeah, there are probably tens of hundreds of people (at most), who want the word retard treated with the same severity as “cunt,” but I’m not one of them. Further, when talking about arts and entertainment, a writer carefully crafts his words to reflect his characters. If a character uses the term retard, it reveals at least something about his character. In the case of Tropic Thunder, an entire joke is based on the idea of “going full retard.” It is one of the funniest bits of the movie and it made some stuffy old ladies mad. Boo hoo. Unfortunately, these same stuffy old ladies must have written in to FX, as when Tropic Thunder aired recently, Simple Jack was no longer retarded. He was special. Tugg Speedman no longer went full retard, he went “full special.”

What the retarded fucking fuck? Retard is not a curse word. It shouldn’t be treated like one. People can hear bad words. People can choose not to support whatever the fuck they want to not support. But killing that joke entirely to avoid upsetting a small subset of people? That’s bullshit. That’s… retarded. Tropic Thunder was airing on FX, which is part of expanded cable, and can definitely get away with saying retard. The fact that they edited out is frustratingly stupid.

Now, AMC’s Hell on Wheels dealt with a much more sensitive word. I’m not a child or a politician, so I’m not going to play around with you. How can I get mad at censorship and then censor myself? Set in the west shortly after the Civil War, Hell on Wheels obviously must dip its toes into racism – and you can’t have racism without some dirty-toothed cracker (racism) calling some black man a nigger (more racism, a white guy didn’t say ‘n-word!’).

Hell on Wheels smartly does the right thing when they’re trying to show you that an asshole military veteran (or three) is racist – the guy calls black workers niggers. Why? Because, primarily, that’s realistic as to what the character would have said and second, because a modern audience knows that’s a vile thing to call another person. So the show establishes two things with that exchange: a sense of realism and the alienation of that character from the audience. We know this guy is an asshole and we start to dislike him. Remember what I said about writers carefully choosing words? This is why. That one word, as opposed to “blackie” or whatever other less risky term they could come up with, sells the scene a lot better.

So wait – why am I mad then? Because of the closed captions. I normally don’t watch shows with the closed captioning on – I just turn that motherfucker way up. However, this instance I was watching with someone who likes to have the closed captioning on so I went with it. And that’s when I saw it. That’s when I read it. N.

N. Not “n-word.” Not “negro.” Definitely not “nigger.” But “N.” That’s what the closed captioning put in place of the word nigger.

This is offensively stupid. Almost as offensively stupid as editing Mark Twain’s “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” so that Nigger Jim becomes Slave Jim. You know what would be easier? If you just erased slavery and racism from the encyclopedia and history, so it was like it never happened! Also, let’s modify all works of art to be in no way offensive and also to not accurately reflect what the creator intended! Fuck art! Fuck history! Fuck it all, we’re dumb pussies!

It’s blatant censorship to remove the word nigger from the closed captioning. The television show writers made a choice to put the word in there. An artistically important choice. The producers, or whoever, and probably someone at AMC along the line, made the choice to let the word be in the show. There was no dictum to change it. So why then censor it on the closed captioning? It’s okay to hear it but not read it? Is it a typo on the screen now? What is happening? Why do that? What does N mean!?

Imagine, if you will, a viewer who is deaf. What are they to think? They can’t hear the word. Maybe in that scene they can’t read the lips of the actor, too. That character is now shed in a completely different light, against the intent of the author, or you’ve confused the deaf viewer.

That’s what this is all about – the intent of the author. As a writer myself, we choose words very specifically to make points or provide depth to a character. A show could have a character say “Man, that Greg sure is a racist” and that would be an example of bad writing, but it gets the information across. Or, the show could make the decision to have Greg act and speak like a racist – which is more effective; which is better?

Words hurt. Words offend. No shit, that’s why we came up with all sorts of nasty words – to hurt people. But these are works of fiction. Television, books, and movies are not authors reading their personal thoughts through a screen directed at a viewer. They’re creating a world, a realistic and deep world, full of characters with flaws, traits, and dirty vocabularies.

If you’re such a sensitive wee lass that you can’t handle even hearing these words in a fictional context, I feel bad for you son. That stick is way up your ass, jammed right into your cerebellum.

Hearing vile, or not so vile words, in a fictional context, is part of the experience. That’s the purpose. The words aren’t there to offend you, they’re not there to hurt your feelings, or your neighbor’s feelings. They are words coming from one fake character aimed at another fake character. Those two fake characters are at loggerheads and one is trying to make the other feel bad – so he’s using bad words. Every time I hear (or read) needless censorship, I rage past my boiling point.

R_ _ _   Mo_ _  Boiling  P_ _ _ _


Sundance 2012 Interview: Late Night Dining and Life Changes with ‘TUB’ Director Bobby Miller

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As we continue to roll out our mini-interview series with the movers and shakers of the Sundance Film Festival, it’s high time we got to know a real-life filmmaker. And not just any filmmaker, a Sundance filmmaker. Ooh! Meet the Internet’s Bobby Miller. His short film, TUB, world premiered at the 2010 Sundance Film Festival and has gone on to play SXSW, Cannes, and over thirty other film festivals around the world (and even the very website you’re reading). If you’ve never seen TUB, you should. If you have even a mild aversion to inanimate objects getting knocked up, um, well, still check out TUB! And forget I said anything!

The first time I met Bobby was when we stayed together in a tiny (seriously tiny) house with about eight other people for SXSW 2010. Bobby – well, he slept in a crib for that whole week. No, literally, a crib. That’s how dedicated Bobby was to getting to SXSW to represent his film. I don’t know about you, but I like my filmmakers dedicated and I like Bobby a lot. Since TUB, Bobby has moved to Hollywood, had his own movie show (That Movie Show on MTV’s Next Movie, which I was lucky enough to guest star on once), and come back to Park City for the premiere of a new anthology film that features an all-new segment from Bobby and his girlfriend, Daron Nefcy.

As a bonafide Sundance alumni, Bobby has some unique insights into Sundance-ing (and Slamdance-ing). As one of the most drily hilarious people I have the pleasure of knowing, Bobby also has some quite, ahem, amusingtakes on life in Park City. Get closer to the insights and the hilarity with Bobby Miller, after the break.

How many times have you been to Sundance? 
I have been there at least 30 times. And it keeps getting better every time. SIKE! I’ve only been there once, with my film TUB, in 2010. I’ll be at Slamdance this year with a feature I contributed to called Holiday Road. But, I hope to check out some Sundance stuff as well.

What is your favorite Sundance memory?

I want to say seeing TUB at the Library theater, because it was the biggest venue we played and it went over really well. But, honestly the memory I will always hold dear is sneaking off to a 7-11 to buy some hotdogs, after being at a party till late. One of my friends stumbled into the condo to discover me stuffing my face with one of those things and I was filled with shame. It was like he caught me masturbating or something.

What is your favorite film that you’ve seen at Sundance?

I remember seeing Gasland and getting all teary eyed about it. And I wanted to congratulate my friends Matt Sanchez and Josh Fox on their work, only to see that the film affected a whole bunch of people and I had to wait in line. That was really cool. Not so much the waiting in line thing TO TALK TO MY STUPID FRIENDS, but the whole “affecting a bunch of people” thing. There was a palpable reaction to that film and it was very inspiring.

What other festivals do you enjoy going to?

I haven’t been fortunate enough to travel with the film everywhere, but I really love SXSW and AFI Fest.

What films are you most looking forward to at Sundance 2012?

There are too many, but I will try: Compliance, Save the Date, Kid-Thing, Sleepwalk with Me, Wrong, V/H/S, Tim and Eric. Oh, and Don Hertzfeldt’s new short, It’s such a beautiful day.

However, if I were to pick ONE FILM to see at Slamdance it would be this no budget indie I keep hearing about (from my friends who worked on it) called: Holiday Road, which, let me check…is debuting on Monday @ 7:30pm. I hear tickets are available HERE.

What are your tips for those going to Sundance for the first time?

You’ll hear this a lot: drink lots of water and take vitamins. Also, try out the hot dogs at 7-11. Because, fuck it, you’re on vacation, know what I mean?

What is your favorite venue at Sundance and why?

That’s a hard one. But, I think Egyptian. It might be because it’s on the main drag and it’s very intimate feeling. And because I just like Egyptian stuff.

Is there something you must always do (or see) while at Sundance (besides movies)?

Sometimes I like to take a break and wander throughout the hills and take in the beautiful scenery. Just kidding. I just watch movies, drink too much, and get fat.

What is the craziest thing that has ever happened to you at Sundance?

I told you that hot dog story, right? That was pretty nuts. Oh, and we almost missed our premiere.

Why do you think Sundance is important?

Sundance changed my life. So, I think that’s important. I think if my life is changed, than that should be important to people. But, seriously, Sundance helped me get representation, which got me to move to LA, where I met my girlfriend (who happened to co-write/direct with me on Holiday Road), etc. So, it was legitimately important to me. Without it, I probably would be dead in a ditch somewhere.

To be fair, I think festivals in general are really important for filmmakers. I’ve made a ton of internet content and as great and liberating as that is, nothing compares to seeing it with a crowd in a festival setting and getting to interact with an audience and meet other filmmakers. It reminds you why you go through all this struggling for. And brother, it’s a struggle out there. LET ME TELL YOU.

You can follow Bobby on Twitter HERE, and be sure to check out his personal website and the super-special TUB site.

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Short Film Of The Day: Haunting Animation and Sound in ‘Hearts a Mess’

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Why Watch? This animation work from Brendan Cook is directly pulled from the dreams your nightmares have. The US is on the cusp of discovering internationally-loved musician Gotye (specifically the infectious, xylophone-heavy “Somebody That I Used To Know“), and this video for “Hearts A Mess” is a cinematic display of animated work that would cause Tim Burton to lose bodily function. It’s a darkly dreamlike voyage with a group of monsters marching through a digital wasteland, and Gotye’s haunting, pierced vocals help the short subdue the eyes, ears and the brain. Get ready to avoid work all day re-watching this and looking for more of Cook’s and Gotye’s work.

What will it cost? Only 5 minutes.

Skip Work. You’ve Got Time For More Short Films.

Watch: Trailers for the 9 Shortlisted Best Foreign Oscar Contenders (Now With Convenient Subtitles!)

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A little over a year after jailing and banning their most famous filmmaker from making movies, Iran might win an Academy Award for Best Picture. It would be a first for the nation whose government seems to strongly dislike creativity and freedom of speech, but its entry this year, A Separation, almost seems like a sure thing. Come February, writer/director Asghar Farhadi and Iran might be standing on the winner’s podium.

But it’s not a done deal yet. A Separation and 8 other films were announced last week as part of the Oscar shortlist – just one step away from becoming an official nominee. They include a Danish comedy set in Argentina, a masculine drama about the underground world of illegal bovine growth hormones in Belgium, and something marvelous from Wim Wenders. It’s, to say the least, a varied group. Except that almost all of them are dramas from writer/directors.  So, yeah. Subject matter-wise though, it’s a full spectrum.

The final 5 will be announced tomorrow morning, but here first are the trailers from each of the 9 shortlisted movies from far off lands (like Canada):

A Separation (Iran)

Directed by: Asghar Farhadi

Written by: Asghar Farhadi

Starring: Peyman Moadi, Leila Hatami

Review of A Separation

Bullhead (Belgium)

Directed by: Michaël R. Roskam

Written by: Michaël R. Roskam

Starring: Matthias Schoenaerts, Jeroen Perceval, Barbara Sarafian

Review of Bullhead

Footnote (Israel)

Directed by: Joseph Cedar

Written by: Joseph Cedar

Starring: Lior Ashkenazi, Shlomo Bar-Aba, Yuval Scharf

In Darkness (Poland)

Directed by: Agnieszka Holland

Written by: David F. Shamoon (from the book by Robert Marshall)

Starring: Robert Wieckiewicz, Benno Fürmann, Agnieszka Grochowska, Maria Schrader

Monsieur Lazhar (Canada)

Directed by: Philippe Falardeau

Written by: Philippe Falardeau (from the play by Évelyne de la Chenelière)

Starring: Fellag, Danielle Proulx,

Omar Killed Me (Morocco)

Directed by: Roschdy Zem

Written by: Roschdy Zem & Rachid Bouchared & Olivier Gorce & Olivier Lorelle (from the book by Jean-Marie Rouart)

Starring: Sami Bouajila

Note: No subtitles on this one, friends.

Pina (Germany)

Directed by: Wim Wenders

Written by: Wim Wenders

Starring: The choreography of Pina Bausch and a bunch of dancers

SuperClásico (Denmark)

Directed by: Ole Christian Madsen

Written by: Ole Christian Madsen & Anders Frithiof August

Starring: Paprika Steen, Anders W. Berthelsen

Warriors of the Rainbow: Seediq Bale (Taiwan)

Directed by: Te-Sheng Wei

Written by: Te-Sheng Wei

Starring: Umin Boya, Masanobu Ando, Landy Wen, Irene Luo, Vivian Hsu


Of the shortlist, only Taiwan, Denmark, Canada and Germany have ever won before (Denmark leads that group with 3 wins); Morocco has never even been nominated; and Israel leads with most nominations without a win (9). Despite a noteworthy career, this is also Wim Wenders’s first nomination in this category. His only other Oscar nomination was for Best Documentary in 2000 with Buena Vista Social Club.

It’s also important to note that this is another year without France or Italy in the running. France has an ebb and flow to its nominations and wins, but even though Italy leads with the most wins ever (13), it hasn’t won since 1998′s Life is Beautiful, and it’s only had one nominee (Don’t Tell) since then.

The lesson from this year’s shortlist? World cinema, or at least the United States’ relationship to it, is changing, and new players are emerging to deliver some incredible movies.

Which five will make the cut?

Experience Sundance 2012: Snow, Good (And Bad) Movies, and Live Performances from The Civil Wars, Eric D. Snider, and Ben Pearson

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One of the many benefits to staying in a condo filled with fellow critics is getting up each morning (and making sure one another get up) and fighting over who gets to be “friends” with who as people match up their screening schedules for the day. Our motley crew headed out early yesterday morning armed with mini pumpkin muffins (thanks, Kate!) and hopes that we got enough sleep the night before to make it through the day.

Thanks to the snow Park City was hit with Saturday, the shuttle system has been less than speedy, making jumping from venue to venue a bit of a headache. There are a few venues that are walking distance from one another, but as I learned today (with fellow colleague Rudie Obias) walking may have been the faster option, but it certainly wasn’t the drier one. (Snow is wet! I’m from California!) Either way, I made it to all my screenings and yes, my socks were soaked for most of the day, but luckily our condo has a washer and dryer in house (like I said – it’s the bloggerati condo of dreams) so it was worth it. Well…kind of.

The movies! Yesterday morning I started out with That’s What She Said and eek, only two days in and this may have taken the cake for worst movie I’ll see during the festival. As my review said, the three characters were simply unlikable by the end of the film and while they all forgave each other, it was hard for me to since the majority of the film had been about pointing out (or highlighting) their flaws (which really did not need to be pointed out or highlighted.) Luckily I followed that up with Something From Nothing: The Art of Rap, a documentary from Ice-T about how the intricate flows that drive hip-hop are conceived and written (and one that was worth walking through the snow for.) I really enjoyed the film  and even though it ran a bit too long for my taste, it was definitely an interesting look into the creation of this genre of music.

My last screening was Lay The Favorite and, although the early reviews that came in after Saturday’s screening (and the in-person ones that came into my condo from fellow condo-mates The Film Stage’s Jordan Raup and MSN Movies’ and Film.com’s William Goss) were less than favorable, I did not hate it. Rebecca Hall’s baby voice throughout set me off starting with her opening voice over, but the hilarious scenery chewing performances from Vince Vaughn and Catherine Zeta Jones kept me entertained. And after That’s What She Said, I’m pretty sure no other movie I see will leave me with such a bad taste in my mouth. (At least here’s hoping!)

Kate Erbland and I braved Main Street earlier last night to go to the Finding North after party to see a live performance by The Civil Wars, who scored the film. The lovely Alyssa Grinder and Alice Zou from DDA Public Relations greeted us at the door and it was great to put faces with names after having exchanged emails back and forth over the last few weeks. It was the perfect end to the day with some mellow music and strong vodka tonics. The performance had a good-sized crowd (not too big, not too small) that was definitely into the show (read: lots of dancing) and even at 5’3” I was able to see the stage (always a victory.) Even though their songs were not written “for this altitude” their performance was definitely a highlight of the fest for me so far. We also scored a man on the street interview on our way out with a Sundance staple that I am very excited about and will be posting here to FSR in the next few days.

As I wrapped up the day, a discussion broke out comparing The Artist to Swim Fan (“You love me, I know it!”), Kate was fighting with the washer, and Eric Snider was entertaining me with a song he has started writing titled, “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo” – because that name sounds like, “an old-timey, Groucho Marx tune.” He only has that one line so far, but it’s already amazing. The musical performances continued with GeekTyrant and Not Just New Movies Podcast host Ben Pearson’s (aka S.P.O’NAJ) latest rap song, “TBG.” I’ll leave it to you, dear readers, to decipher what that title stands for, but I can tell you as someone who watched a documentary on rap earlier today, it is pretty impressive.

Today: Smashed, Red Hook Summer, and Teddy Bear.

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Sundance 2012 Review: ‘Lay The Favorite’ May Have Bet Too High

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There is one thing that becomes quite clear, quite quickly when Lay The Favorite begins: not everyone should do voice over work. Rebecca Hall (who plays Beth Raymer) sadly falls into that category and her baby voice stays with her throughout the entire film. Lay The Favorite tells Beth’s story as she tries to figure out her purpose in life at a job that will be stimulating and make her good money (don’t we all, Beth). The best place to pursue such a dream? Las Vegas, of course!

Beth packs up her life (and dog Otis) and heads West with stars in her eyes. Ready and willing to do anything, Beth quickly makes friends with Holly (Laura Prepon) who turns her on to a job with Dink Heimowtiz (Bruce Willis) who runs a legal (at least in Vegas) gambling company (Dink Inc.) that bets on anything and everything, but mainly sporting events. Dink’s world is exactly the type of excitement and stimulation Beth was hoping for and despite her baby talk, daddy issues (no matter what she says) and constant hair chewing, Dink takes a shine to her and agrees to bring her on.

Beth turns out to be pretty good with numbers and takes to Dink’s world quickly, proving to be a good asset to his team, and maybe even a good luck charm to Dink himself. Beth likes being good at something, but her growing crush on Dink is clearly what has her excited to go to work each day. However, Dink is married to Tulip (played like a Real Housewife of Las Vegas by an almost unrecognizable Catherine Zeta-Jones), a fact that does not seem to faze Beth.

When Beth’s presence starts to affect Dink’s marriage, he feels he has no choice but to fire her. Beth spins out after losing a job she was finally good at (and a man she thought she was in love with) and decides to move to New York to make it on her own. Even though she tries to make an honest living for a while (three weeks), she soon wants back in the game, but after finding out Dink is keeping her from working for him or anyone else in Vegas, she turns to another bookie, Rosie (played by Vince Vaughn at his unhinged best) and soon her naïveté gets the best of her and she finds herself in a seemingly serious situation.

In the end, Beth grows up and takes charge of her life and her decisions (albeit while threatening one of her customers to pay off his illegal gambling debt to her) with Dink and Tulip looking on like proud parents (an odd turn considering Beth was trying to steal Tulip’s husband only a few months before). While the film wraps things up nicely in the end, the disjointed tone made it feel like two different films sewn together to be one.

The Upside: Zeta-Jones turns in the most layered (and realistic) performance as a woman who at first seems shallow gold-digger, but turns out to be so in love with her husband she will do anything for him (even clip his toe nails.)

The Downside: Lay The Favorite never seems to quite know what it wants to be, shifting from a slightly goofy film about gambling to the high stakes that come with that life to friends who become family.

On the Side: Joshua Jackson as the sort-of boyfriend? Pacey Witter, you’re better than this.

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Austin Cinematic Limits: Austin Takes Sundance By Storm [Again]

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Austin Cinematic Limits

I promise not to begin every Austin Cinematic Limits post with a discussion on Richard Linklater’s significance to Austin’s filmmaking community, but he is an integral piece of the puzzle when it comes to Austin’s long-standing relationship with the Sundance Film Festival. Other Austin filmmakers may have traveled with films to Sundance before him (though I am not sure who they are), but Linklater deserves the credit for initially spraying Austin’s mark on the snowy slopes of Sundance with his regional premiere of Slacker in 1991 — and Linklater did not end his relationship with Sundance there, as he holds the distinction of being the Austin director who has screened the most feature films at Sundance (Slacker [1991], Before Sunrise [1995], SubUrbia [1996], Waking Life [2001] and Tape [2001]).

Ever since Linklater plowed that initial path in January 1991, Austin filmmakers have frequented the silver screens at Sundance year after year. In fact, no matter how you define an Austin filmmaker or Austin film production, I guarantee that Austin ranks extremely high on the list of cities that have sent the most films to Sundance. In turn, Sundance has done a lot for Austin’s reputation as the “Third Coast” of filmmaking in the United States; Sundance has also helped launch the careers of several now-famous Austin filmmakers including Robert Rodriguez (El Mariachi), Wes Anderson (Bottle Rocket [13 min short]), Catherine Hardwicke (thirteen), and the Duplass brothers (The Puffy Chair).

The Invasion Begins

It was not until more recently — let’s say 2008 — that festival-goers in Park City probably began to question whether there might be something supernatural in Central Texas’ water supply as Austin’s cinematic output was suddenly cranked up to 11. Sure, the premiere of The Puffy Chair (Sundance 2005) was Jay and Mark Duplass’ first break into the national consciousness, but the Duplass brothers were catapulted into the big leagues when Baghead was snatched up by Sony Pictures Classics during Sundance 2008. (Disclaimer: Jay and Mark Duplass were not technically living in Austin at the time, but they will always remain to be Austinites in the hearts and minds of Austinites.) And let’s not forget the international headlines generated by the Sundance 2008 premieres of Margaret Brown’s The Order of Myths and the PJ Raval-lensed Trouble the Water. Oh, and the Zellner brothers debuted their feature film, Goliath, there too. (I still hold firmly to the belief that the only reason Goliath was not a bigger hit was because it was handcuffed by copyright issues.)

Another remarkable year at Sundance for Austin filmmakers was 2010… That was the year Bryan Poyser wowed audiences with the world premiere of Lovers of Hate; all the while, the Duplass brothers proved with Cyrus that high profile actors and a significantly larger budget does not always mean directorial compromise. (Both films went on to earn nominations at the 2011 Independent Spirit Awards.) Two other noteworthy features — Ryan Piers Williams’ The Dry Land and Anthony Burns’ Skateland — enjoyed successful premieres at Sundance as well. And that’s not all… Austin filmmakers also delivered a couple of short films to Sundance 2010: the Zellner brothers’ Fiddlestixx and Amy Grappell’s Quadrangle. This seminal year also marked the Sundance premiere of a future Austinite, Clay Liford’s short film My Mom Smokes Weed.

Everyone thought Sundance 2010 would be the pinnacle of Austin’s presence in Park City; but, Sundance 2011 might have topped it, if for one premiere alone — Jeff Nichols’ Take Shelter. Sony Pictures Classics had already purchased Take Shelter (sight unseen, no less) prior to its world premiere at Park City’s Eccles Center, but at least a year’s worth of glowing critical buzz was generated by the film’s Sundance screenings. (Take Shelter received five nominations at the 2012 Independent Spirit Awards.) Athina Rachel Tsangari’s Attenberg also enjoyed a tremendous U.S. premiere at Sundance 2011 and — along with Nichols’ Take Shelter — enjoyed countless year-end accolades as a result. (Disclaimer: Tsangari no longer uses Austin as her home address, but she did spend a lot of quality time here, co-founding Cinematexas, earning a MFA from the University of Texas at Austin and lecturing at UT.) Two short films from Austin also premiered at Sundance 2011: the Zellner brothers’ Sasquatch Birth Journal 2 and David Lowery’s Pioneer.

The Year 2012

Kid-Thing

That brings us to Sundance 2012… The Zellner Brothers are in Park City right now with their newest feature, Kid-Thing. (For those of you who are keeping score, Kid-Thing is the second feature of the Zellner brothers to premiere at Sundance — they have also premiered five short films there as well.) Kid-Thing is a drama about a young girl named Annie (Sydney Aguirre) who relies on shoplifting for survival; her life becomes increasingly complicated following a strange discovery in the woods near her home. Aguirre (who made her cinematic debut in the Zellner Brothers’ short film, The Virile Man) shares the screen with David Zellner, Nathan Zellner and Susan Tyrrell (Cry-Baby, Fat City).

Short films by two of Austin’s most highly regarded filmmakers will also be featured at Sundance 2012. Kyle Henry already has one Sundance premiere — Room (Sundance 2005) — under his belt. (Room went on to screen at Cannes 2005 in the Directors’ Fortnight section and was nominated for two Independent Spirit Awards.) This time around, Henry (who is currently a professor at Northwestern University) will screen Fourplay: Tampa, the second of four subjectively related shorts that will eventually be released as a feature film. (Fourplay: Tampa had its world premiere at Cannes 2011 in the Directors’ Fortnight section). Fourplay: Tampa is about a late-twenties man, Louis (Jose Villarreal), and his hapless attempts at having sexual relations in a Tampa mall’s public restroom. When reality fails to quench his sexual desires, Louis’ wildly homoerotic imagination takes over and the restroom mutates into a surreal orgy of fictional characters and historical figures. Even in this fantasy world, Louis is left humiliated and unsatisfied…that is until his own personal savior arrives and gives him a heavenly blow job.

After perusing Kat Candler’s impressive resume (specifically her amazing 2006 feature, Jumping Off Bridges), it is very surprising that Hellion is her very first film to be accepted into Sundance. What promises to evolve into a mayhem-filled feature-length film, Hellion serves as a six-minute introduction to three young brothers (Deke Garner, Arthur Dale and Tommy Hohl). The three hellions have been left alone with an unqualified babysitter (Karinne Bersti) who has already been removed from the equation; all hell breaks loose, but soon the boys are forced to suffer the consequences of their father’s (Jonny Mars) mighty belt. Shot in Georgetown, Hellion was produced by Kelly Williams (former program director of the Austin Film Festival).

Watch: The trailer for Kat Candler’s Hellion:

Mark Duplass (who still lives in Los Angeles, though his brother Jay has returned to residing in Austin) stars in three Sundance 2012 premieres — Colin Trevorrow’s Safety Not Guaranteed, Katie Aselton’s Black Rock and Lynn Shelton’s Your Sister’s Sister.

Cinematic Things To Do in Austin This Week:

1/24 – Violet Crown Cinema – Heather Courtney’s Where Soldiers Come From won the 2012 Independent Spirit Truer Than Fiction Award, now the Texas Independent Film Network is hosting screenings of Courtney’s documentary around Texas, including this one in Austin at the Violet Crown Cinema. (More info)

1/24-1/25 – Paramount Theatre – The Paramount’s Winter Comedy Series continues with a Woody Allen double feature of Bananas and Love and Death. (More info)

1/26 – Salvage Vanguard Theater – Join Cinema41 in their new home, the Salvage Vanguard Theater, for a screening of Sam Green and Bill Siegel’s documentary The Weather Underground. (More info) (Also get your film nerd on at Cinema41′s Trivia41 at the Dive Bar on 1/24.)

1/27 – 1/29 – Alamo Ritz – The Late Show concludes its month-long focus on the great supporting roles of Harry Dean Stanton with three screenings of David Lynch’s Wild At Heart. (More info)

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Joon-ho Bong’s ‘Snow Piercer’ Adds Tilda Swinton and John Hurt

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Tilda Swinton and John Hurt

South Korean director Joon-ho Bong is set to make his English language directorial debut with a train thriller set in an ice covered world called Snow Piercer. Normally if you told me there was a movie about train travel on an ice covered world called Snow Piercer, I would assume that we were talking about a Syfy channel original with a B-list cast and some hilarious attempts at digital effects; but that’s certainly not the case here. Joon-ho is pretty much the man when it comes to moviemaking skills, so despite its outlandish premise, Snow Piercer is very rapidly amassing an impressive cast. I mean, duh, Hollywood actors have probably been lining up around the block to audition once it was announced they could work with this guy.

Less than a week ago it was reported that Captain America star Chris Evans had signed on to star in the film, and already there are more impressive names on board to help bring this one to life. Soon after Evans was announced, Variety reported that he was to be joined by upcoming young actor Jamie Bell (Jane Eyre) and veteran actress Tilda Swinton (you know who she is, dammit!). And now news has broke that a true living legend in the film world, John Hurt, is set to join the cast as well.

When talking to The Telegraph, Hurt said of working with Joon-ho, “All the film crew refer to him, with great reverence, as ‘Director Bong’. I love the fact that I am working for Director Bong.” Watching him show up in prominent roles in Melancholia and Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy last year made me remember how much I like seeing Hurt in films, so I’m happy that he’s working with Director Bong as well. Snow Piercer is starting to sound like one perilous train ride I can’t wait to take.

Source: The Playlist


Anton Yelchin Hooking Up With ‘Very Good Girls’ Elizabeth Olsen and Dakota Fanning

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Anton Yelchin

Sometime around Cannes last year we reported that Elizabeth Olsen and Dakota Fanning would be starring in a new movie by first time director Naomi Foner called Very Good Girls. It’s a story that Foner penned about a couple of young girls who have made a pact to lose their virginities, who then come into conflict with each other when they fall in love with the same “charismatic street artist.” All these months later it appears that this film is finally gearing up to happen, and there’s some news about who has been cast to play the deadbeat object of their misguided affections. No, it’s not the guy who played Nick from Family Ties like I suggested originally, Foner and company went in a completely different direction.

According to a report from Deadline Leningrad, curly-headed manic pixie dream boy Anton Yelchin is in final negotiations to take the role. Those that saw him in last year’s Like Crazy know that Yelchin is no stranger to adeptly playing young love related melodrama, and the kid is just so cheek-pinchingly cute… so I guess this casting was kind of a no-brainer. There’s no telling what Foner is going to be able to deliver as a director, but I now find myself looking forward to this one on the strength of the cast alone. I hope it’s a story interesting enough to deserve so many talented young actors teaming up.

Razzie Nominee Announcement Put on Hold

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The Razzies

Tomorrow is the big day when the Academy is set to announce this year’s Oscar nominees, and traditionally that meant that today was supposed to be the day that The Golden Raspberry Award Foundation announced the contenders for The Razzies, the annual set of awards that are unique in that they recognize the worst in the world of moviemaking instead of the best. This year things are being done a little differently over at Razzie headquarters, however.

Apparently Razzie co-owners John Wilson and Mo Murphy want to emphasize the comedic nature of shaming people for doing awful work by announcing the awards on April Fools’ Day. Maybe that will take the sting out of things? Probably not, but it means the sting is going to get delayed.

The Razzies aren’t going to give up riding the coattails of the Academy Awards completely, however. In order to fit into this new schedule of announcing the winners on April 1st, the nominees for each category will now be announced on the eve of the Academy Awards, February 25th. This is good news for people like Adam Sandler, whose involvement in Jack and Jill sees him poised to potentially break Razzie records, but it’s bad news for everyone who likes to make fun of people like Adam Sandler. That’s another entire month we have to wait to unload our snark! Dagnabbit.

Sundance 2012 Review: Josh Radnor Grows Up Alongside His ‘Liberal Arts’

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Triple threat Josh Radnor‘s first feature, happythankyoumoreplease, debuted at Sundance in 2010, hitting big with the crowds and ultimately winning the Audience Award. The film was written and directed by Radnor, who also starred in it as a disaffected twentysomething struggling to make meaningful connections with others in big, bad New York City. Radnor’s latest outing, Liberal Arts, is written and directed by Radnor, and stars the multi-hyphenate as– well, you probably know the rest. But while happythankyoumoreplease was perhaps too much of a classic first feature – complete with twee touches and too much coincidence and not enough of the sort of things that happen in the real world – Liberal Arts sees Radnor and his craft maturing wonderfully, which is startlingly in-line with the aims of the actual film.

Radnor stars as perhaps an older, mid-thirties cousin of happythankyoumoreplease‘s Sam Wexler. His Jesse Fisher is consumed with books, and his affection for printed reading material perhaps eclipses his affection for anything (and anyone) else. That’s probably why Jesse is (both unoriginally and still quite believably) unsatisfied with his current life state. His job as a college admissions counselor means that Jesse comes equipped with a few conversational ticks that he might not even be fully aware of possessing (though Radnor the writer certainly is). He’s interested in people, but most of his questions seem rehearsed and leading, meant to disarm those he is asking while not revealing much about himself. And that’s certainly no way to go through life.

Invited back to his alma mater for a weekend by his favorite professor (Richard Jenkins, solid as ever), Jesse reverts back to his college self, in terms of both of his maturity level and his passion for things in his life. Returning to academia (if even for a little bit) plunges Jesse back into college life – complete with hyperbolic statements, dramatics, discovery, and new friends. Well, you know, new friends, including Elizabeth Olsen as the exuberant and knowledgeable Zibby, who Jesse enters into a halting relationship with. The two embark on an old-fashioned courtship – the kind with exchanged mix CDs and handwritten letters. But how can Jesse ever grow up when he’s fascinated by someone sixteen years his junior?

Happythankyoumoreplease and Liberal Arts are both concerned with making connections in the modern world, and both center on protagonists who believe that those connections will help them grow up into the adults they feel they somehow should already be. Jesse is unsatisfied both with his life and with himself, but Radnor’s treatment of an early on-set mid-life crisis is more refined than it was in his previous work, and less glossed over with twee touches that seem unrealistic and detrimental to real growth. Liberal Arts is a film about growing up and how that can be scary, but how it is essential and ultimately good. It’s a fine and appropriate message for a sophomore feature, and one that Radnor does extremely well by.

The Upside: Liberal Arts shows great growth in Radnor’s filmmaking and acting, and is frequently quite charming and genuinely humorous, with great heart. Radnor clearly has passion and affection for the films he makes, and that continues to shine through.

The Downside: Radnor’s film still has twee touches that, like those in happythankyoumoreplease, will likely annoy on repeated viewings. Certain elements are a big too precious and convenient.

On the Side: Liberal Arts was filmed on location at Kenyon College in Gambier, Ohio, Josh Radnor’s actual alma mater.

 

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Movie News After Dark: The Nielsen Family, Drive Art, The Wire, Typography and The Wrath of Vertigo

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Who is the Nielson Family?

What is Movie News After Dark? It’s a nightly movie news column that is celebrating Monday Funday with what amounts to a bunch of shenanigans. Don’t worry though, we’ve slipped in at least one legitimate piece of news. We’ll get to that shortly.

We begin tonight with something found a few weeks ago via Warming Glow, where an image from the Twitter account of Charley Koontz, best known as Fat Neil on Community, shows that Executive Producer Dan Harmon is just as bitter about Community‘s ratings as the rest of us. Seriously, who is the Nielsen Family? In other news, I hope Dan Harmon never changes.

Tonight in actual news, Bryan Cranston and Anna Kendrick have joined Get a Job, the next project from Roger Dodger director Dylan Kidd, who has spent 8 years not directing anything since the great, great Roger Dodger. They join Christopher Mintz-Plasse, Jay Pharoah and possibly Jesse Eisenberg.

One of the more fascinating site’s I’ve come across this week is Doctor Nerdlove, a site that provides dating advice for nerds. The advice is hit or miss, but it does feature an article called Dating While Nerdy, adorned with a picture of Kayla Kromer’s Millennium Falcon bed, with which I am personally familiar. Also, make sure your life-sized standees are either badass or adorable. A man with a life-sized Sailor Moon standee in his room is not going to seal the deal. Of this, I am sure.

“I think it should be considered acting, because it is. My part in it, what I do, as say the authorship of the role, the creation, the emotional content of the role, the physicality up until the point of delivering that for the director, it is acting.” That’s Andy Serkis explaining how performance capture is acting. No one that saw his performance in Rise of the Planet of the Apes is going to argue with that.

We feature art tonight from Massimo Carnevale, who has created this eerie, brilliant concept poster for Drive. It has been found via the great site Reelizer:

Drive by Massimo Carnevale

Fans of The Wire, prepare to cringe. According to an expose by Gawker, people say really stupid things about The Wire on OKCupid. There’s something wrong with the world.

Typographer Matthew Butterick was just minding his own business, out to see one of the winter’s big action films, when he happened upon the awful on-screen typography in Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol. This Verdana bomb of IMAX-sized lettering got him so worked up that he wrote a mostly hilarious letter to director Brad Bird.

If you have $35 and some extra time tomorrow night, you can ask NY Times critic A.O. Scott all about the Academy Awards and why Drive won’t win best picture via an exclusive webcast called Beyond the Red Carpet: Oscar Talk with A.O. Scott. In other news, I will do the same thing for free. Just post your questions in the comment section below and I’ll answer you back. There, I saved you all $35. Film School Rejects: We’re here for you, man.

According to this LucasFilm Fan Club magazine from 1992 dug up by The Mary Sue, George Lucas has been working on Red Tails forever. Not literally, but figuratively.

One trend we’ve seen during the rise of the Internet and services like Tumblr is the notion of keeping track of every movie you watch. Is this something you do? If you’re anything like HTML Giant’s AD Jameson, you may have tallied some 1925 feature films in 15 years. Which, interestingly enough, is only .7% of all movies released (according to IMDB). Some of you may have more, which would be impressive. For those who have kept track, what is your total?

We close tonight with a video from a contest held over at IndieWire’s Press Play. It’s called the Vertigoed contest, in which video mix-masters were tasked with setting scenes from other movies to Bernard Hermann’s “Scene D’Amour” from Vertigo. The winner of the contest was Jake Isgar’s take on Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan:

Sundance 2012 Review: Things Heat Up In ‘Red Hook Summer,’ But Not Soon Enough

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New York in the summer is intense enough with the heat and humidity that bears down on the city from June to August, but if you are a kid from an upper middle class Atlanta neighborhood suddenly dropped into the Brooklyn projects, summer gets a lot more than intense, and quick. Flick (Jules Brown) is sent to live with his incredibly religious grandfather, Bishop Enoch Rouse (Clarke Peters), who lives in Red Hook, a neighborhood plagued by poverty, gangs and colorful characters (including a well-known pizza delivery boy from another Spike Lee film).

Flick is combative towards his grandfather from the start, clearly unhappy about being forced to spend his summer away from home. Bishop Enoch tries to get Flick involved with his church, convinced that if Flick lets Jesus into his life, he will be much happier. Flick resents being made to work during his vacation, but when he meets fellow church member Chazz (Toni Lysaith) his attitude towards helping out and attending Sunday sermons softens a bit.

Flick seems most comfortable behind his iPad2, filming the world around him and interviewing those that populate it. Unfortunately his interest in voyeurism and documenting (despite warnings from Enoch) gets Flick into trouble with one of the gangs on the block and the incident seems to send Flick right back into resenting the situation he had just started to warm to. Enoch’s constant sermons (both in front of and away from the pulpit) only work to further drive Flick away from him.

After some advice from Chazz’s mother, Sister Sharon Morningstar (Heather Alicia Simms), Enroch realizes that Flick needs a grandfather, not a preacher. Unfortunately, just as this advice leads to Enroch and Flick having a real moment of connection with one another, some explosive revelations and incidents occur at church that Sunday, shedding light on the reason why Enroch and Flick have not met until now and sending the entire congregation (and neighborhood) into chaos.

Lee’s distinctive style is certainly at play here and you get the impression that Flick’s penchant for amateur filmmaking to escape his situation is a slight extension of Lee himself. Unfortunately Brown and Lysaith (the young actors playing Flick and Chazz) were almost too awkward on screen with one of their first scenes together playing like two students with no acting experience asked to act out a scene in front of the class. Peters delivered a dynamic performance as Bishop Enroch, but the film’s lengthy run-time (130 minutes) took what could have been a sharp performance and drew it out a bit too much.

The Upside: As you would expect from Lee, the film gives you a look into a world many of us would never experience and paints that world to jump off the screen. 

The Downside: Red Hook Summer would have benefited from editing some of the more verbose sermons to tighten up the narrative and keep the pace of the film from dragging.

On the Side: There was one question that continued to plague me throughout the film – why did Flick’s mother send him to spend the summer with his grandfather in the first place?

Experience Sundance 2012: Growing Up with Josh Radnor, Headaches, Penning, and Standard Fare

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We’ll make this brief, dear readers – today has been a strange day. Since that first day (the one where I showed up to the airport without my driver’s license which, PS, is still missing), things have been relatively drama-free. Sure, both sleep levels and real meal levels are low, but most everything else is on the up and up. Except for some movies. Oof.

The day started with a public screening of Josh Radnor’s sophomore effort, Liberal Arts, a film that I like the more I think on it. I could go on, but hey, why don’t you just read my review?

Post-Liberal, it was time for quick jaunt to Sundance HQ, the beautiful and buzzing Park City Marriott. What else can I say? They have coffee there. It’s cool and stuff. (Seriously, I need to apologize for this daily diary, what the hell happened today? Nothing.)

Then it was time to head over to the Holiday Village Cinemas, home to Sundance’s press screenings, and that attractive tent pictured above. Hanging out in the tent is approximately like being a cow, some kind of cattle penned up and mooing for long stretches of time. It’s reasonably warm in there, and there’s always plenty of time to holler over other people at your friends. Sometimes it leaks!

The first Holiday screening of that day was Save the Date, a film with great promise, thanks to its stellar cast – Lizzy Caplan, Alison Brie, Martin Starr, Mark Webber, Geoffrey Arend. But Save the Date is just too much of what people think is a standard Sundance film – an indie dramedy about relationships and quarterlife crises. There’s nothing new to the film, and it neither engages nor angers. It just exists. None of the comedic talent is utilized to its potential.

Lunch time! Or, lunner! The only meal of the day! The day’s sole sitdown meal consisted of a chicken sandwich (with bacon jam) at the Yarrow. It was perfectly servicable, but after eating, I fell victim to a headache that threatened to fell me for the day. Equal parts exhaustion and high altitude, I couldn’t shake it, and I feared it would spell my doom. But then I took a nap and everything was amazing! (Seriously, I apologize for this write-up.)

Next up, Katie Aselton and Mark Duplass’ Black Rock. More of a character-driven thriller than a horror film, it will inevitably draw comparison to Deliverance, but it’s a fair bit different. A think-y entry into the Midnight category, it’s already been bought and should receive a nice little limited roll-out. Also, the soundtrack is riddled with songs by The Kills, so it both looks and sounds good.

And now, the final film of the night. Bachelorette. Awful. Bridesmaids worked because its characters were all believable people who clearly cared about each other. Bachelorette has no such luck – it’s a dirty, mean, toxic film about dirty, mean, toxic people. No one comes out looking good. Everyone is an asshole. Seriously, this movie made Adam Scott look like a douchebag for the bulk of its runtime – how is that even possible? Worse yet, the film makes a third act play for depth and emotion that’s absolutely unearned and wrong-headed. Hideous stuff.

Now, time for schedule triage. Tomorrow? Sleepwalk With Me, Compliance, Safety Not Guaranteed, and Beasts of the Southern Wild.

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Exploring The Twilight Zone #146: I Am The Night – Color Me Black

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With the entire original run of The Twilight Zone available to watch instantly, we’re partnering with Twitch Film to cover all of the show’s 156 episodes. Are you brave enough to watch them all with us?

The Twilight Zone (Episode #146): “I Am The Night – Color Me Black” (airdate 3/27/64)

The Plot: A whole lotta racism goin’ on.

The Goods: On the morning that a man called Jagger is to be hung for murder, the darkness of night never turns into day. As if to weigh in on the wrongful judgment by a bigoted town, the universe has kept the light out of their city limits. But why? What’s at the center of it all?

As it turns out, it’s John F. Kennedy.

This story was Rod Serling‘s artistic response to the assassination of JFK which had taken place 4 months before. It affected him deeply, and I Am The Night – Color Me Black is robust with the kinds of messages, symbols and emotional outcries of a writer trying to make sense of the nonsensical. It’s not exactly subtle.

At its core is the self-defense killing of a racist by Jagger – who is innocent save for saving himself, but has to pay the price of living in a town filled with hatred. Kill one of their sons by being different, and you’re ripe for a neck stretching.

On either side of the issue are the cracker-ass law enforcement team (featuring George Lindsey – the man who would go on to fame as Goober Pyle in The Andy Griffith Show) and the benign colored man of the cloth, played with brimstone by Ivan Dixon. The latter predicts that the sky has gone dark because the town is filled with hate, and this prediction arguably becomes true when they learn that it isn’t just their sleepy hamlet that’s been infected by a natural power outage.

On the list of affected places: Vietnam, The Berlin Wall, Chicago, Birmingham, and a street in Dallas. Although it’s a footnote, that street is the reason for all of this.

Oddly enough, the force of the heavy hand is here is what makes the story tolerable. It’s probably not the favorite episode of the KKK, but it’s definitely a story worth telling, featuring flattened characters and allegory hanging from its earlobes. There’s the savage law enforcement versus the peaceful religion of acceptance; nature being perverted (physically) by humans angry at other humans; the elemental crux of a black man being killed by an entire town; the imagery of the lynch mob; and, of course, the title itself.

Again, it’s anything but subtle. However, that works in its favor because sometimes the message you want to get across is so vital that you have to hammer in the morning and hammer in the evening all over this land. This is Serling’s most severe protest story. It’s sweaty, and mean, and harsh, and difficult to understand because it’s a response to something in life that is all those things.

What do you think?

The Trivia: The story is similar to one the show bought called Many Many Monkeys which featured people having their eyelids close gruesomely because of their hatred.

On the Next Episode: A man that really, really loves loud noises gets exactly what’s coming to him.

Catch-Up: Episodes covered by Twitch / Episodes covered by FSR

We’re running through all 156 of the original Twilight Zone episodes over the next several weeks, and we won’t be doing it alone! Our friends at Twitch will be entering the Zone as well on alternating weeks. So definitely tune in over at Twitch and feel free to also follow along on our Twitter accounts @twitchfilm and @rejectnation.


The 2012 Oscar Nominees: Silent Films, Surprises and Scorsese

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It’s been a year filled with silent screen stars seeking redemption, the 1920s coming alive in Paris, a young boy searching for the first great director, sex addicts in New York City, horses going to war, maids of dishonor, and skulls getting crushed in elevators. Now it’s time to celebrate all of those things and more with the 84th annual Academy Awards. They’ve come a long way since the Hotel Roosevelt in 1929 (although sex addicts have almost always been a fixture).

Get to ready to smile, ball your fists with snubbed rage, or be generally unsurprised.

Here they are. The 2012 Oscar nominees:

BEST PICTURE

War Horse

The Artist

Moneyball

The Descendants

The Tree of Life

Midnight in Paris

The Help

Hugo

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

BEST ACTOR

Demian Bichir – A Better Life

George Clooney – The Descendants

Jean Dujardin – The Artist

Gary Oldman – Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

Brad Pitt – Moneyball

BEST ACTRESS

Glenn Close – Albert Nobbs

Viola Davis – The Help

Rooney Mara – The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

Meryl Streep – The Iron Lady

Michelle Williams – My Week With Marilyn

BEST ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE

Kenneth Brannagh – My Week With Marilyn

Jonah Hill – Moneyball

Nick Nolte – Warrior

Christopher Plummer – Beginners

Max Von Sydow – Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

BEST ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE

Berenice Bejo – The Artist

Jessica Chastain – The Help

Melissa McCarthy – Bridesmaids

Janet McTeer – Albert Nobbs

Octavia Spencer – The Help

BEST ANIMATED PICTURE

 A Cat in Paris

Chico and Rita

Kung Fu Panda 2

Puss in Boots

Rango

BEST DIRECTOR

Michel Hazanavicius – The Artist

Alexander Payne – The Descendants

Terrance Malick – The Tree of Life

Martin Scorsese – Hugo

Woody Allen – Midnight in Paris

Adapted Screenplay

Alexander Payne, Nat Faxon, Jim Rash – The Descendants

John Logan – Hugo

George Clooney, Grant Heslov, Beau Willimon – Ides of March

Steve Zaillian, Aaron Sorkin, Stan Chervin – Moneyball

Bridget O’Connor, Peter Straughan -  Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

Original Screenplay

Michel Hazanavicius – The Artist

Kristen Wiig, Annie Mumolo – Bridesmaids

J.C. Chandor – Margin Call

Woody Allen – Midnight in Paris

Asghar Farhadi – A Separation

Best Foreign Language Film

Bullhead (Belgium)

Footnote (Israel)

In Darkness (Poland)

Monsieur Lazhar (Canada)

A Separation (Iran)

Short Film Of The Day: Our Time Is Up

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Why Watch? The formidable Kevin Pollack shows off his drama and dead pan as a psychologist whose life is about to shift – which just might be the best thing for him and his troubled clients (a long list of faces you’ll recognize). The sessions ebb and flow through each other with sharp dialogue, and the solutions are as cathartic as they are funny.

Should it be seen purely for Lost‘s Hurley (Jorge Garcia) playing a pot-enthusiast gardener? Yes, but it should also be seen because it’s a full human story told with humor, humility, and head cases.

What will it cost? Only 14 minutes.

Skip Work. You’ve Got Time For More Short Films.

Sundance 2012 Review: Nasty, Toxic ‘Bachelorette’ Is ‘Bridesmaids’ for People Who Hate Their Friends

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We’ll get this out of the way right off the bat – Bachelorette is not Bridesmaids, though the film’s premise (three girls embark on a bachelorette party adventure for a bride they hate!) sounds like the perfect post-Bridesmaids feature for a ladies’ night out. In reality, Leslye Headland’s film is a production that’s perfectly crafted for people who hate their friends. Toxic, nasty, and ugly, Bachelorette reaffirms stereotypes about women (they are bitches! They are sluts! They are emotionally unstable!) and their relationships (they secretly all hate each other!) that should have disappeared from cinema (and the world) long ago. 

We never quite know why Regan (Kirsten Dunst), Katie (Isla Fisher), and Jenna (Lizzy Caplan) are still friends – we can only assume it’s because no one else wants to associated with such horrible shrews. Pals since high school, the trio call themselves “the b-faces” and appear to spend most of their time bitching about other things and people. They are all unhappy in different ways – control freak Regan thinks she’s done everything right and still nothing is happening to her (hint, no one cares if you went to Princeton if you’re a huge, raging bitch to every single person you meet), airhead Katie is sick of work retail but thinks she’s not smart enough for anything else (that brief moment when she gets idiot savant about fashion? Don’t worry about it, that little bit of character development will never resurface) and pops pills to mask her pain, and Jenna doesn’t do much of anything (unless you count banging random dudes and get coked up as anything, which Jenna does).

The three come back together for the wedding of Becky (Rebel Wilson), a fellow b-face that they all secretly hate. While the b-faces are in disbelief that Becky can get married (but, but she’s fat!), Wilson doesn’t even earn automatic sympathy, mainly because (just like everyone else) she’s so thinly drawn that it’s hard to get to know any of her other traits. Beyond her extra heft, the only things we learn about Becky is that she’s got terrible taste in friends and has a weird panache for blurting out things that make no sense (“I’m so happy, I could buy a gun!”). After Becky objects to a traditional bachelorette party (leaving Jenna’s bottle of cocaine, no, a literal bottle) useless, the other b-faces end up finding themselves in a real pickle (due, of course, to their terrible behavior) and have to spend the rest of the film running around Manhattan to right a wrong. Thank God there’s all that cocaine for them to hoover up to fuel their escapades!

Along the way, they run into the wedding’s groomsmen, guys who are just as gross and revolting as they are. James Marsden is the best man, a cad to the point of breaking the law. Even Adam Scott (who plays Caplan’s ex-boyfriend) spends the first two-thirds of the film behaving despicably before suddenly turning sweet and sentimental. It’s not just a weird flip, it’s a poorly-written one. The only character who has anything that resembles redeeming values is Kyle Bornheimer as Joe, who gets the title of “nicest character” simply because he doesn’t have sex with a girl so drunk she can’t even remember his name. Bachelorette has standards!

But what’s really most egregious about Bachelorette is not the posionious, awful characters that we don’t care about – it’s that Headland makes a third act play for emotion and depth that’s just not present in the rest of the film. After over an hour of Dunst, Fisher, and Caplan cavorting around New York City, making ever-worse decisions and saying continually horrible things to everyone they meet, Headland expects us to care when their behavior has real consequences. No dice.

The film does have a smattering of funny lines, mostly one-liners that come in the first act of the film. Isla Fisher is particularly funny for the first twenty or so minutes of Bachelorette, playing a dumb bunny to perfection (Katie is the sort of girl who can’t even pronounce the name of her workplace). Headland’s first outing as a director is filmed with a quick energy and briskness that keeps things moving around. A playwright by trade, Headland doesn’t seem afraid to move the camera or locations. But that proves detrimental over time, as Headland seems intent on shucking the theatrical tendency to tell rather than show, which is one of the main reasons why her characters never feel more than just one-dimensional, because they don’t tell us anything.

Bachelorette is Headland’s first feature film, and the film is based on one of her previous plays of the same name, part of her cycle of seven plays based on different sins. Bachelorette is meant to represent gluttony, and the girls certainly consume enough alcohol and cocaine to meet those criteria. But Bachelorette is more about the gluttony of toxic emotions, as Regan, Katie, and Jenna feed on those more than anything. Headland’s play cycle was a success, and defenders of Bachelorette will likely point to the plays as reasoning why everyone in the film is so awful – “it’s like that in the play! They are terrible people there, too!” That just means there’s more ugly material out there in the world, it doesn’t defend the poisonous emotional wasteland that is Bachelorette.

The Upside: The film has a number of one-liners that show solid comedic timing from both Headland and her cast. There’s possibly a kernel of a good film here – one where the characters are just regular people who make some mistakes, not toxic assholes who wage war against each other at every turn.

The Downside: Toxic, crude, rude, mean, poorly structured, free of character development, nothing in the way of honest emotional impact, I could go on and on.

On the Side: The film will inevitably be picked up for studio distribution, thanks to its marketable cast and easy (and cheap) summary – “it’s The Hangover for chicks!” No, sorry, it’s Bridesmaids for people who hate their friends. Stick that on a poster.

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Over/Under: Airplane! vs. National Lampoon’s Loaded Weapon 1

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The concept of satire has been around for a really long time. I’m sure it goes back to some famous Roman or something. But the modern spoof movie as we’ve come to understand it has much more recent roots. Now, by spoof I’m not talking about satire in general, something that comments on familiar tropes, I’m talking about one movie that makes direct references to other, very famous movies. A lot of people trace these things back to the 1980 release Airplane!, a movie that’s still highly regarded and that launched its creators on the path to doing things like Top Secret!, The Naked Gun, and Hot Shots!; all films that are also generally well-regarded among fans of comedies.

One spoof that isn’t so fondly remembered is the 1993 film National Lampoon’s Loaded Weapon 1. Its star, Emilio Estevez, got so much crap for starring in what was viewed as a lesser spoof movie, right after his brother did the Hot Shots! movies, that they even had to address the issue in the film. And the director, Gene Quintano, he didn’t go on to do shit. Does this movie deserve the reputation it has for being a bottom tier pretender, though? No way! Have you watched it lately? There’s a lot of good stuff in there.

What do they have in common?

Both of these movies are heavy on references to other films that came before them. Airplane! is referencing the Airport series of movies that came out over the course of the 70s, and most specifically, Airport ’75, which it takes its plot from. Loaded Weapon is taking aim at the buddy cop movies of the 80s, and the super successful series of Lethal Weapon movies in particular. Also, you know, they’re both comedies. You’re supposed to be laughing when you watch them.

Why is Airplane! overrated?

AirplaneBack when Airplane! came out the concept of a movie that makes fun of other movies was pretty original. Unfortunately, none of that creativity makes its way into any other aspect of the film’s humor. It’s not so much that the references are dated, anyone who isn’t a filmgoing Philistine should still get the majority of the reference gags, it’s just that all the other jokes this movie makes are so obvious, so first thing that anyone would think of, that they play as your grandpa’s version of satirical comedy.

And seeing as a lot of what Airplane’s gags have to offer is racism, sexism, or just general bigotry, the fact that they are no longer funny makes a lot of what you’re watching come off as crass and unpleasant. Take the, “Oh stewardess, I speak jive,” bit. It basically boils down to the hacky standup routine of “black people talk like this, and white people talk like this.” There’s really no clever observations going on there at all, and it comes off cheap. The same principle applies when a gay guy, when asked to describe an airplane that may crash land, only describes how it’s decorated. Or when the turbulence makes the ladies with big chests’ boobs jiggle. Is there even a gag there at all? I appreciate the chance to look at some boobs, but at least come up with a joke involving them if you’re going to shoehorn them in. And if you’re going to poke fun at gay guys, then just saying that gay people like to decorate things isn’t going to cut it. You can get away with pretty much anything in a comedy as long as you’re funny, but if all you have to offer is obvious jokes that someone’s ignorant uncle could come up with, suddenly you just look like a jerk.

Really, I just can’t understand what everyone still finds so funny about this one. Some of the wordplay is still funny, but it’s the kind of funny where you smirk to yourself at mild cleverness, not the sort where you’re laughing out loud. Maybe that wouldn’t be a problem if there was a compelling story to go along with all of the too-obvious-to-work clunkers we have to sit through, but the plane whose crew gets sick leading to a passenger performing the landing plot is so paper thin that it’s only the most rickety of frameworks for the jokes to rest on. Really this plays more like a series of vignettes than anything else. Show any of these scenes alone and out of context and they work just as well as they do in the middle of this story.

Why is Loaded Weapon underpraised?

Loaded WeaponWith as much crap as this movie gets for sucking you would think that it didn’t have any talented actors in it whatsoever, but the main performances are great. Emilio Estevez is doing the unhinged guy haunted by his past thing way funnier here than Robert Hays did it in Airplane!. The joke there was that his rambling was so boring people kept killing themselves listening to it, but Estevez’s haunted rambling is so off the wall that it’s hilarious to listen to. And how could you hate on a movie that has Samuel L. Jackson delivering such ridiculous material with a completely straight face? Jackson looking at the rigamortised, screaming corpse of Whoopi Goldberg and saying, “Suicide, huh? She must have caught herself by surprise.” is right up there with any of the absurdism in Airplane!.

And there are way too many amazing guest stars in this movie for it not to be considered a cult classic among movie nerds. Tim Curry absolutely kills it playing an effeminate, German heavy. Only this guy could completely sell the idea of a grown man with a beard posing as a Girl Scout and get away with it. Curry’s career is probably the closest thing we’re ever going to get to seeing Alan Rickman doing big, broad humor. Add in F. Murray Abraham doing a Hannibal Lector parody that kind of made me wish I could see him actually star in The Silence of the Lambs, Phil Hartman and Corey Feldman showing up as a couple of troublemaking rookie cops, William Shatner doing comedy before he became known for it and just started coasting on his persona, and Jon Lovitz with completely ridiculous blonde hair, and this movie is chock full of awesomeness.

I find that Loaded Weapon is a much richer storytelling experience than most spoof movies too. While this could have just aped one of the Lethal Weapon movies’ plots completely, instead it comes up with its own completely ridiculous crime plot. And instead of just sticking to poking fun at Riggs and Murtaugh, we get a lot of stuff here that’s commenting on the action movie genre as a whole. The overblown editing where people fly through the air during explosions and do dozens of flips before hitting the ground is choice. And the lame action movie score that Robert Folk came up with is funny enough to listen to and laugh at on its own. Maybe it’s because I grew up on action movies, but there’s so much stuff I love here. It did the guys crashing through plate glass windows that are being randomly relocated gag before Wayne’s World 2, it did the police chief who screams everything he says gag before Last Action Hero; hell, suddenly I’m realizing that 1993 was a really good year for underrated comedies.

Evening the odds.

Despite any differences we might have regarding these two movies, I think we can all agree that they’re both better than the miserable Friedberg and Seltzer spoofs that have come out over the last decade. Those pieces of dreck work so poorly because of how heavily they rely on parroting the original material they’re supposed to be spoofing. Instead of coming up with a joke about pop culture they just recreate it. These movies fall into that trap once or twice: Airplane! opens with a gag that boils down to essentially, “Hey, remember the Jaws music?” and Loaded Weapon closes with a gag that’s essentially, “Remember when they head-banged in Wayne’s World?” but the problem wasn’t nearly as pronounced back then. As least these movies came up with some of their own material.

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Culture Warrior: How the 70s Proved Mass-Marketing Wasn’t the Only Way to Make Movies

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As much as I admire the incomparable films made during the era, New Hollywood (the term referring to innovative, risk-taking films made funded by studios from the mid-60s to the mid-70s) is a title that I find a bit problematic. The words “New Hollywood” better characterize the era that came after what the moniker traditionally refers to. Think about it: if “Old” or “Classical” Hollywood refers to the time period that stretches roughly from 1930 to 1960 when the studios as an industry maintained such an organized and regimented domination over and erasure of any other potential conception over what a film playing in any normal movie theater could be, then if we refer to the time period from roughly 1977 to now “New Hollywood,” the term then appropriately signifies a new manifestation of the old: regimentation, predictability, and limitation of expression. Where Old Hollywood studios would produce dozens of films of the same genre, New Hollywood (as I’m appropriating the term) could acutely describe the studios’ comparably stratified output of sequels, remakes, etc.

What we traditionally understand to be New Hollywood was not so much its own monolithic era in Hollywood’s legacy, but a brief, strange, and wonderful lapse between two modes of Hollywood filmmaking that have dominated the industry’s history.

The much-celebrated years that gave us The Graduate, Midnight Cowboy, Five Easy Pieces, and Petulia do not constitute an “era,” but a lapse between eras which itself afforded incredible opportunities for visionary filmmakers and the type of unprecedented low-scale/high-risk filmmaking that will most certainly never happen again on an institutional level. I don’t have a name to describe what happened during that decade in the place of New Hollywood, but perhaps it’s better for the era to exist without a categorizing term, for it’s not an era characterized so much by what it uniformly was as what it most certainly wasn’t. This brief and anomalous window found filmmakers seizing on Hollywood’s identity crisis. It’s an era that was defined then and has been canonized since by alterity, not through the unity and consolidation Hollywood is otherwise known for.

With the occasional exception of a certified hit like The Godfather or The French Connection, in the for-profit ethos of Hollywood, the late sixties and early seventies constituted a hiccup and a drunken night of sleep experienced after a long series of regrettable mistakes and rare good fortune. Welcome sobriety came to the studios bearing the names of Spielberg and Lucas. Post-1977 “New Hollywood” simply proves the rule by rendering mid-60s-mid-70s films ever more exceptional with each passing, uninspiring year as we hurtle inevitably toward Transformers 4 – Angrier, Louder Toys.

Hollywood’s switch from risk and innovation to re-regimentation was not a uniform one. It took several years, and the fumes of what we traditionally understand as New Hollywood certainly wafted through the early 80s. But the year in which the era of Hal Ashby and Robert Altman’s first phase ended is comfortably situated as 1977, the year of two major releases from a pair of behemoths of the new studio aristocracy: Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and, of course, Lucas’s Star Wars. Sure, of Spielberg’s 70s output, Jaws has a lot more to do with the current summer-blockbuster model of studio hyper-investment than the rather poetic and beautiful Close Encounters did, but the film solidified Spielberg’s reputation as a new kind of auteur: one who promised more premium entertainment and less insight into the state of the ashes of the American Dream. And as fun (though certainly not ageless) as the first two Star Wars entries remain, what the Lucas-logic wrought (franchise-think, privileging technological spectacle over storytelling, characters as stand-ins for cross-promotional merchandise) set foot for the worst habits of big studio filmmaking to come.

1976 was the year of Taxi Driver, Network, and All the President’s Men – some of the greatest films made during the era to be sure, but these films were not without a powerful stench of pessimism and defeat. Like Howard Beale, the voice of a frustrated counterculture would soon be abruptly silenced. (Still, it’s fun and strange to think that, in 1976, science-fiction meant Michael York running through a campy future or David Bowie falling to Earth, not Han Solo or Boba Fett.) Three years later, Michael Cimino’s Heaven’s Gate (following the weary trail of Coppola’s Apocalypse Now and Scorsese’s New York, New York) would definitively knock down the altar to the auteur that the previous thirteen-or-so years had built. But 1977 involved some serious pre-decimation damage.

But if one looks a bit closer, it seems that unique, untraditional voices who longed to express themselves through the art of cinema had already developed a Plan B. Perhaps it’s useful to think of 1977 not as (or, at least not only as) the year of Star Wars and Close Encounters, but the year of David Lynch’s Eraserhead and Charles Burnett’s Killer of Sheep. While independent cinema certainly existed at the margins of American filmmaking long before 1977, often in somewhat rickety association with the American avant-garde (in 1977, American indie pioneer John Cassavetes released the last great entry of his short-lived filmography, Opening Night), Eraserhead and Killer of Sheep were two black-and-white anomalies whose legacies run as deep for the American independent filmmaking era that followed as Close Encounters and Star Wars do for the American blockbuster that would continue its dominance.

Killer of Sheep made (early) good on the growing accessibility of the increasingly economically-friendly filmmaking materials that would continue to provide more and more opportunities for filmmakers which each new technological change. Made for $10,000, the film showed that you don’t have to have a theme song by Isaac Hayes to deal directly with issues pertaining to black American identity. The film’s pseudo-documentary, neo-realist slice-of-life feel makes it not only one of the most enduringly poignant and authentic representations of African-American life ever caught on film, but its preference of patiently depicting the everyday over conventional plotting made way for a similar approach to film structure exercised by an incredible variety of American independent filmmakers, from Jim Jarmusch to Richard Linklater to the so-called mumblecore aesthetic.

Eraserhead, as J. Hoberman and Jonathan Rosenbaum made notably clear, was the seminal midnight movie. Just as Hollywood franchises and blockbusters would seek to find as massive a mass audience as possible, Eraserhead proved that there’s a niche audience enduringly hungry for the unconventional. In the era of James Cameron and Robert Zemeckis, David Lynch’s career by any stretch of institutional logic should not have happened. The cult of Eraserhead had great implications for the future of American cinema that followed, for it proved that the traditional mass-market theatrical model of film promotion and distribution was not the only way for a film to find its audience – and in fact, imaginative and risk-taking films could benefit by taking routes to find their audiences that are as untraditional as the films themselves. Star Wars was the stuff of movie theaters and toy shops; Eraserhead was the stuff of roadshow screenings, compelling conversations, and, eventually, home video.

So while 1977 might be the accepted signpost of Hollywood’s stark transition from the gritty and the innovative to the accessible and the populist, two underground entries of that year portended the alternative routes to creative expression that have acted as the necessary route of escape from big fat new Hollywood’s structures of redundancy.

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