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They're creepy and they're kooky, mysterious and spooky, they're back for one more movie, the Addams Family. According to Variety, the spooky family is being rebooted as an MGM animated movie.
The final negotiations are still underway, but Pamela Pettler (Corpse Bride and Monster House) is set to pen the screenplay, and BermanBraun's Gail Berman and Lloyd Braun are in talks to produce the film. Earlier in the year, it was expected that a Tim Burton-led stop-motion Addams Family movie would be made, but the project was put to rest in July.
While we're not a fan of all of the reboots that are being announced as of late (we're looking at you, Charmed), we're pretty excited that our favorite Halloween-esque family is inviting us back into their mansion. When you've got a set of characters — especially one that has a family dynamic — that are off-kilter (in the best way possible), it's not a bad move to reincarnate them for another go-around.
The Addams Family has been around since 1938 when the family came to life in Charles Addams' comic strip, and 75 years later, it's seen its fair share of air-time. The family came to the masses via ABC's sitcom, which aired from 1964 to 1966, and then was the basis for a handful of other TV series (one being an animated version), two Paramount live-action films (The Addams Family and Addams Family Values), a musical, and the straight-to-video reboot Addams Family Reunion (which we like to pretend never happened). Suffice it to say, the black-clad family certainly has enough of a fanbase — one that loves a dose of nostalgia every now and then -- to warrant another reboot.
Plus, we're just super psyched to see which version of Wednesday is going to come out to play: the sweet-natured girl who loved her pet spiders (a la the '60s TV series) or the morbid girl with a deadpan wit and an urge to murder her brother (also known as Christina Ricci in the 1991 live-action film). We're definitely hoping it will be the diabolical Wednesday.
Firing a rather tepid opening salvo in Hollywood’s annual Valentine’s Day rom-com blitz is When in Rome starring Kristen Bell (Forgetting Sarah Marshall TV’s Veronica Mars) and Josh Duhamel (Turistas the Transformers flicks) and directed by Mark Steven Johnson (Ghost Rider Daredevil). You read that correctly: Johnson a guy who gave us two critically-reviled comic book flicks was tapped by Disney to direct a movie entirely devoid of acrobatic fight sequences or computerized visual effects the only filmmaking skills for which he’s received consistent praise. Hmmm ... maybe this is why Dick Cook was fired.
Bell plays Beth a high-strung New York City museum curator whose frustration over her barren love life spills over at her sister’s wedding in Rome where she winds up drunkenly splashing around in the city’s fictional “Fontana D’Amore.” The embarrassing but harmless episode takes a momentous turn however when Beth absentmindedly steals a handful of coins from the fountain unknowingly triggering an ancient Italian curse. Soon she’s romantically besieged by a diverse and highly aggressive group of oddballs played by Danny DeVito Dax Shepard Will Arnett and Jon Heder — the very men whose coins she plucked from the fabled fountain.
The concept isn’t entirely without potential but When in Rome’s script takes the quartet of previously funny actors and comedically castrates them forcing them to survive this creative Dust Bowl on precisely one joke apiece. DeVito playing a sausage magnate emits only meat-related quips; Shepard’s self-obsessed model explores the comic possibilities of his washboard stomach; hapless street artist Arnett plasters the city with nude portraits of his unrequited love; and Heder’s wannabe magician mounts a series of botched magic tricks. (In a gag that might have been funny back in 2004 Efren Ramirez Napoleon Dynamite’s Pedro enjoys a cameo as Heder’s videographer. He’s this week’s winner of the Jeff Zucker “How Does This Guy Have a Job?” Award.)
All of which serves to delay the inevitable coupling of Bell and Duhamel two likable leads who gamely trudge through material so inane so bland — and so safe — that it could fit comfortably in one of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s increasingly soporific family comedies. In fact I’m not even sure if When in Rome made use of the standard PG-13 allotment of one F-word (used in a non-sexual manner of course). Expect to hear it used liberally however by fellow audience members as the credits roll on this middling debacle.