Source: IM Global
In a swift one-two move, IM Global first replaced Clive Owen with Dwayne Johnson in their developing action thriller Protection and has now secured director Simon West to lens the film.
Johnson will star as 'Hombre' in the $35 million budgeted, high-octane tale of a mercenary Mexico City security operative forced to smuggle the daughter of an under-threat, high ranking judge and the judge's chief legal counsel across the border while being pursued by corrupt cops, drug lords and white collar U.S. criminal forces.
Written by Brandon Noonan, the film will be produced by Robert Lawrence, along with Gordon Gray and Marc Ciardi of Mayhem Pictures. It is scheduled to start shooting in New Mexico this fall.
West, who was behind some of the biggest hits on the late 1990's and early 2000's including Con Air, The General's Daughter and Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, hasn't directed an American film since 2006's When A Stranger Calls.
Johnson has been locked in a bitter war of words with professional golfer Mark Burk since splitting at the beginning of 2009.
The former couple has already filed suits against each other, with Johnson accusing Burk of beating and threatening to kill her, while he countersued for allegedly lying about the claims.
In December (09), the sportsman then sued for $5 million (£3.1 million) in damages in a palimony case - even though the couple never wed - protesting that Johnson reneged on a verbal agreement to financially support him "for the rest of his life".
Burk has now taken further legal action against Johnson, alleging the model took an armed hitman named Chuck Zito to his home in January 2009 to try and scare him into dumping her.
In the legal papers, filed in a Riverside County, California court, Burk claims he was yelled at by his ex to sign an agreement to move out of her house in exchange for a $2,000 (£13,335) pay off, as Zito kept watch with his gun on display.
Burk managed to escape the scary situation by hiding on a neighbour's property until Johnson and Zito left, reports TMZ.com.
But that's not all - Burk is convinced Evans, another of Johnson's former lovers, was also involved in the plot, although further details have yet to be revealed.
Johnson has yet to comment on the latest legal dispute, but Zito has spoken out to insist he was unarmed during the January 2009 visit to Burk's home and was simply there as the model's bodyguard.
He tells TMZ.com, "I was not carrying a gun and don't need to carry one."
This time Burk is suing for emotional distress and unspecified damages.
Louis Leterrier’s remake of Clash of the Titans the 1981 cult favorite that fused Greek mythology with sci-fi theatrics is a grand experiment in the ancient art of alchemy a big-budget attempt to spin fanboy nostalgia for a 30-year-old novelty into contemporary box-office gold. The main ingredients in this ambitious concoction are a potent arsenal of CGI weaponry and the star of the biggest movie ever Sam Worthington who inherits Harry Hamlin’s role as the heroic Perseus. But it’s what’s missing from the formula that ultimately dooms this remake.
Clash of the Titans redux mimics the original film’s epic ethos and preference for spectacle over all else but its storyline differs dramatically. Perseus is still the half-breed product of a one-night stand between the god Zeus and a human hottie and he still must to defeat the monstrous Kraken in order to save the lovely Princess Andromeda. Almost everything in between however has been altered — and not necessarily for the better.
The new version casts the Greek city of Argos as the primary battleground in a proxy war fought by dueling Olympian superpowers Zeus (Liam Neeson) and Hades (Ralph Fiennes). Born of a god but raised by and partial to humans Worthington’s Perseus battles not for the hand of Andromeda (Alexa Davalos) — as Hamlin’s character did — but instead for the people of Argos who stand to perish along with their princess at the hands of the dreaded Kraken. The film’s love story if it can be called that consists of the briefest of flirtations between Perseus and Io (Gemma Arterton) his self-appointed spiritual guide. (Cursed with immortality by the gods Io’s been secretly watching him all his life — which ostensibly makes her a glorified stalker.)
This detail is a small but crucial one. Strong-willed Perseus braves an obstacle course of giant scorpions gorgons and other horrors laid out for him by the wheezy fiend Hades but it’s never quite clear why he bothers with it all since what’s at stake is a princess he isn’t particularly interested in and a community of people he doesn’t really know — and who frankly don’t seem all that worth saving. His deadbeat dad up on Mount Olympus certainly isn't worth dying for nor are the battlefield compatriots he met barely a week prior. And while I’m sure that a few inviting glances from Gemma Arterton are positively delightful I wouldn’t risk being doused in flesh-eating scorpion venom for them.
This narrative oversight triggers a drain in enthusiasm that persists throughout the film. For a movie so epic in scale Clash of the Titans makes for a disappointingly bland ride. Leterrier’s CGI set pieces are at times magnificent but they’re proffered in the service of weak story filled with characters whose motivations are either unclear or unconvincing. During the film’s climax when Neeson’s Zeus utters the portentous words “Release the Kraken ” what should be an emotional high point instead feels perfunctory and anticlimactic. The only excitement it spawns comes from the knowledge that the end is mercifully imminent.
The Johnson & Johnson heiress was found dead at her Los Angeles home in January (10) at the age of 30, and doctors ruled she died of natural causes linked to her diabetes.
Court papers obtained by TMZ.com reveal the socialite left $75,000 (£50,000) in assets and, with no will, her father Robert Johnson IV, owner of the New York Jets football team, has applied to become Special Administrator of Casey's estate to stop her property falling into the wrong hands.
The documents state, "It is necessary for him to take possession of all of the assets... as quickly as possible to preserve her estate from damage, waste, injury and publicity. Members of the media have previously attempted to gain access to her personal effects."
The papers also reveal Johnson's mother Sale, who is divorced from her father, has applied to become the official guardian of three-year-old Ava, who was adopted by the late socialite in 2007.
Source: USA Today
Director Lee Daniels revealed in a USA Today article that Hugh Jackman will star in his Civil Rights movie Selma, which he hopes to start shooting in May.
Daniels said, "I had to do a lot of homework on the script, and I spent a lot of time writing. I feel like I'm caught up a little bit with that. I have to really start casting the movie because we're shooting it soon. The only person I've nailed in for sure is Hugh Jackman. It's all over the place."
It was previously reported that Robert De Niro was going to play Alabama Governor George Wallace, but that might not be the case now that Daniels says only Jackman is confirmed.
Selma, Alabama was the place where segregation in the South was at its worst, leading to a march that ended in violence, forcing a famous statement by President Lyndon B. Johnson that ultimately led to the signing of the Civil Rights Act.
The God of Legion secular Hollywood’s latest Biblically-inspired action flick is old-school an angry spiteful Almighty with a penchant for Old Testament theatrics. Fed up with humanity’s decadent warmongering ways He’s decided to pull the plug on the whole crazy experiment and start over from scratch.
Fortunately for us the God of Legion is also a rather lazy fellow. Instead of doing the apocalyptic work himself and wiping us out with a giant flood which worked perfectly well last time He opts to delegate the task to His army of angels — a questionable strategy that starts to fall apart when the archangel charged with leading the planned extermination Michael (Paul Bettany) refuses to comply.
Michael who unlike his boss still harbors affection for our sorry species abandons his post and descends to earth where inside the swollen belly of Charlie (Adrianne Palicki) an unwed mother-to-be working as a waitress in an out-of-the-way diner sits humanity’s lone hope for survival. Why is this particular baby so important? Is it the one destined to lead us to victory over Skynet? Heaven knows — Legion reveals little details its script devoid of actual scripture. What is clear is that God’s celestial hitmen want the kid whacked before it’s born.
But Michael won’t let humanity fall without a fight. Armed with a Waco-sized arsenal of assault weapons he hunkers down with the diner’s patrons a largely superfluous collection of thinly-sketched caricatures from various demographic groups led by Dennis Quaid as the diner’s grizzled owner Tyrese Gibson as a hip-hop hustler and Lucas Black as a simple-minded country boy.
Together they mount a heroic final stand against hordes of angels who’ve taken possession of “weak-willed” humans turning kindly old grandmas and mild-mannered ice cream vendors into snarling ravenous foul-mouthed beasts. They descend upon the ramshackle diner in a series of full-frontal assaults commanded by the archangel Gabriel (Kevin Durand) the George Pickett of End of Days generals.
Beneath its superficial religious facade Legion is really just a run-of-the-mill zombie flick a Biblical I Am Legend. Bettany an actor accustomed to smaller dramatic roles in films like A Beautiful Mind and The Da Vinci Code looks perfectly at ease in his first major action role wielding machine guns and bowie knives with equal aplomb. Conversely first-time director Scott Stewart a former visual effects artist does little to prove himself worthy of such a promotion serving up some impressive CGI work but not much else worthy of note.
James Bond Daniel Craig is in talks to replace Sherlock Holmes star Robert Downey, Jr. in new movie Cowboys & Aliens.
Downey Jr. reportedly quit the project, directed by Iron Man filmmaker Jon Favreau, to concentrate on a Sherlock Holmes sequel, and now Craig is the frontrunner to land the lead.
He has been offered the role of Zeke Johnson in the movie, which is based on a 2006 graphic novel, according to Variety.
Busy Favreau has also adapted the story for the big screen and he'll also appear in the film.
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Johnson, heir to Johnson & Johnson cosmetics company, was found dead at her Los Angeles home last week (04Jan10) at the age of 30.
And the Wall Street star admits he's been on hand to help her grieving parents, Robert 'Woody' Johnson and his ex-wife Nancy, known as 'Sale', deal with their loss.
He tells ETonline.com, "It's a terrible, terrible tragedy. Woody is a distant relative, a dear, dear friend of mine. My heart goes out to him and his ex-wife Sale, Casey's mom. It's the worst thing that could happen to anyone, losing a child.
"I've talked briefly (with them). They're grieving, as one would expect, and there's nothing really you can do. I think it just takes a lot of time. It's a tragedy."
An autopsy on Johnson's body showed there were no signs of trauma, but the cause of death has been deferred, pending toxicology tests.
The Johnson & Johnson heiress was buried at a private ceremony hosted by her dad, Robert Johnson, the owner of the New York Jets American football team.
Her fiancee, reality star Tila Tequila, was not present among the mourners, reports RadarOnline.com.
Johnson was found dead at her Los Angeles home on 4 January (10) at the age of 30.
An autopsy showed there were no signs of trauma, but the cause of death has been deferred, pending toxicology tests.
It takes a special film to transform an audience of movie critics highly-trained skeptics who can dismiss the most painstakingly crafted work with a mere smirk and roll of the eyes into a bunch of glowing giddy teenagers but that’s precisely what happened earlier this week when Avatar James Cameron’s extraordinary new sci-fi epic screened for the first time. Count me among the awestruck rabble; Avatar is a truly astounding piece of filmmaking a leap forward in visual effects artistry that sets a lofty new standard by which future event films will be judged.
Avatar wastes little time before unleashing the spectacle. Perhaps sensing our collective anticipation Cameron serves up the barest of backstories before shoving off for Pandora the staggeringly lush planet upon which the film’s futuristic tale unfolds. Through the eyes of Jake Sully (Sam Worthington) a crippled ex-marine who navigates Pandora vicariously through a bio-engineered surrogate (aka an avatar) we’re introduced to the planet’s boundless breathtaking collection of natural and unnatural wonders all created from scratch rendered with uncanny fluidity and presented in the most realistic and immersive 3-D ever witnessed on film.
Occasionally Avatar’s technical triumph is betrayed by its maddeningly derivative storyline which borrows elements wholesale from Dances With Wolves The Last Samurai and countless similar films about oppressors switching sides and going native. Sent to gather intelligence on the Na'vi Pandora’s blue-skinned indigenous population for an Earth-based mining consortium Jake becomes enamored with the proud peace-loving natives and their groovy granola ways. Soon enough he’s joined their tribe taken a smokin’ hot native girl for a wife (Zoe Saldana) and organized an army to help repel the encroachment of the rapacious earthlings.
The Bad Guys (Avatar’s moral perspective is as monochromatic as Pandora is colorful) who initiate the assault on the Na'vi are led by a tag team of grotesque absurdly one-dimensional villains: Parker Selfridge (Giovanni Ribisi) the khaki-lad bottom line-obsessed corporate administrator of the mine; and Miles Quaritch (Stephen Lang) a bug-eyed musclebound sadist who commands the mine’s vast security force. As Pandora’s Cortez and Pizzaro they form a potent one-two punch of arrogant imperialist caricatures deriding the noble Na'vi with sophomoric slurs like “blue monkeys” and “fly-bitten savages that live in a tree.” Neither would think twice of eliminating them entirely in order to procure the exceedingly rare obscenely valuable element known as — I sh*t you not — Unobtainium.
Unobtanium? Really? It’s that kind of ham-fisted uninspired pap littered throughout Avatar that makes me want to tear my hair out. If Cameron devoted a fraction of his time and effort toward improving the script as he spent perfecting the bone structure of the viperwolf (one of Pandora’s innumerable animal species) we might have a bona fide classic on our hands. But in Avatar story and character development are treated as obstacles pockets of narrative brush that must be clear-cut to make way for construction of the next extraordinarily elaborate set piece.
And yet despite its flaws Avatar represents one of those exceedingly rare instances in which style triumphs over substance — and by a landslide. I don’t know if Cameron has revolutionized the movie-watching experience (as he famously promised) but he’s surely improved upon it.