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Endless Love has awakened something in me. Not a long dormant passion for an introverted high school classmate, or a sudden desire to break into the zoo after dark. A question about movies — more accurately, about movie criticism. The same question you would ask yourself if you fell drowsy in the middle of Citizen Kane, or welled up during the emotional climax of Just Friends. The question I ask myself now, as I recount the 103 straight minutes of asphyxiating laughter that I endured during a screening of Shana Feste’s would-be romantic drama: What makes a good movie?
We assign deference to some films, disgust to others — a lucky few of us make a living this way. But what, precisely, are we reviewing? A film’s mission or its execution? The product onscreen or the experience of watching it? All factors come into play when considering whether or not a movie “works.” But on rare occasions you’ll get a film that offers no common ground in its meeting of these standards. You’ll get Endless Love, which strives for dramatic sincerity, winds up with underwritten idiocy, and provokes in its viewers an unrestrained, absurdist revelry — the kind of joy you’d otherwise be forced to seek in a third viewing of The Lego Movie. Laughter at the ill-conceived antics and befuddling dialectical patterns of our central teen couple — a Mars native Gabrielle Wilde and her gaping mouthed beau Alex Pettyfer. Elated bemusement at the younger generation’s propensity for chaotic disrobing and didactically organized dance parties. Unprecedented ecstasy at the Mafia movie intimidation tactics of an overprotective dad (Bruce Greenwood) and the brain-dead disregard of a supportive one (Robert Patrick). As a comedy, Endless Love is unstoppable.
I can only hypothesize that it was not Feste’s intention to roll us in the aisles. I have no cold proof that her resolution in paving every nook in her Georgia-set remake with another farcical stone — Wilde’s instantaneous evolution from wordless ingénue to sexually aggressive spirit walker, Patrick’s loving caution-to-the-wind attitude regarding any situation that has to do with a girl, Rhys Wakefield’s “black sheep” character forming an odd amalgamation of Pauly Shore and Charlie St. Cloud — was not one of Wolf of Wall Street-like satire, or reappropriation in the vein of Spring Breakers. Here are two movies that earned scorn from viewers who read them literally, and in turn vehement defense from those who peered through the exaltation of cocaine and firearms into the filmmakers’ ironic intentions.
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To the latter community, one to which I subscribe, I ask: if we’re readily willing to dive deeper for Martin Scorsese and Harmony Korine, shouldn’t we grant Feste this benefit? If we’d defend the authenticity of the splendor we recognized in their movies, why am I inclined to write off the very same when present in this year’s Valentine’s Day cannonball? Why do I eagerly laud the merit in Leonardo DiCaprio directing Quaalude-charged tribal chants and relinquishing subhuman treatment upon anyone short a Y-chromosome, while instinctively shafting the invaluable merriment in Pettyfer’s goofily deliberate declaration that he likes to read into the category of happy accident?
But an even more precise question (one I was challenged to entertain by a friend and film critic far wiser than I am), and this time to the former community: does it matter? Did it matter to all those offended by gunplay and intrusive nudity that Korine set out to demonize youth culture and its omnipresent hedonism? Did considering his intentions make the endgame any less a visceral nightmare? If not, does it matter if Feste poured her soul into the machination of a timeless love story, only to produce a riotous cinematic episode that treads genre parody as expertly as anything from the golden age of the Zucker brothers? Does it matter that she didn’t intend for Wilde and Pettyfer’s sex scene to come off as super-hoke, for every mention of cancer to feel like soap opera send-up, or for Robert Patrick’s vindication of his son’s passion for menagerie trespassing to elicit the biggest laugh of a movie yet in 2014?
So long as I consider the power of cinema, I’ll never be sure if it matters. I’ll never be sure of the answers to any of these questions. But no matter where I find myself standing on this issue down the line, I had far too much fun at Endless Love — and entertained far too many questions on the nature of cinema and the way we react to it — to call it a movie that people shouldn’t see.
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Susan Sarandon is in talks to join the feature version of iconic 1960s TV series The Big Valley.
The Hollywood Reporter says Sarandon is looking to step into the part of Victoria Barkley, a role originated by Barbara Stanwyck. Kate Edelman Johnson, whose late father Louis F. Edelman was a co-creator of the TV series, is producing the feature.
The Big Valley, which ran from 1965-1969 on ABC, centered on the Barkley clan, a wealthy ranching family in the 1870s San Joaquin Valley. It marked the debuts of such stars as Lee Majors and Linda Evans. Richard Long and Peter Breck also starred.
Edelman Johnson's producing partner Daniel Adams wrote the feature screenplay and will direct. Johnson and Adams' Panther Entertainment will produce.
A May start date is planned for principal photography in Michigan and New Mexico.
Fox, which distributes the TV show on DVD, has first option on the North American distribution rights for the film, notes THR. Arclight Films is selling the film internationally.
The majesty of the Emerald Isle is on full display in Leap Year an opposites attract romantic comedy starring Amy Adams (Julie & Julia Enchanted) and Matthew Goode (A Single Man Watchmen). Director Anand Tucker (Shopgirl Hilary and Jackie) shooting entirely on location in Ireland takes us on a whirlwind tour of the country’s breathtaking landscape reveling in its fabled fairy-tale charm.
Pity then that such a magnificent setting is so mercilessly defaced by Leap Year’s unrelenting mediocrity. The film’s dubious premise testing the already loose limits of rom-com believability casts Adams as Anna a type-A career girl who flies to Ireland intending to pop the question to her feet-dragging boyfriend on February 29th aka Leap Day. Why Leap Day? Because according to some idiotic old Irish tradition that’s when women are allowed to do such things. (Click here to watch Adams herself try to explain the plot.)
Unfortunately for Anna weather problems force her plane to land far away from Dublin and her would-be fiance. Trapped in a tiny coastal town with no reliable transportation at her disposal she enlists the help of a scruffy abrasive barkeep named Declan (Goode) to drive her cross-country so she can reach her destination by the 29th. And thus begins the traditional rom-com mating ritual of sexually-charged bickering followed by moments of abrupt awkward intimacy.
While watching Leap Year I swear I could hear the Irish countryside quietly weeping as it witnessed Goode and Adams slog through the film's succession of trite misadventures the talented actors straining in vain to manufacture some semblance of romantic chemistry as an assortment of jolly Waking Ned Devine types futilely spurred them on. Oh if only Greenpeace could have intervened and put a halt to such wanton environmental desecration. It's the worst thing to come out of Ireland since The Cranberries.
All Jackie Chan movies are basically the same right? Jackie is the good
guy who's on the run from or in pursuit of a truly evil bad guy. In
this one Jackie plays an Imperial Chinese guard sent to the American
west during the 1800s to rescue a kidnapped princess (Lucy Liu). He
buddies up with a bumbling outlaw (Owen Wilson) and as you might guess
action and laughs follow.
One reason for Chan's phenomenal success of recent years is that he
seems to realize his own strengths and weaknesses as an actor and plays
up to them. As he did with Chris Tucker in "Rush Hour " Chan plays the
straight guy while Wilson (doing a more slapstick type of comedy than in
"Bottle Rocket" and other films) acts the goof.
Well there's some nice scenery of the Sierra Nevadas and the old west
(where this stuff was actually filmed I have no idea but it looks
great) but other than that this film is a showcase for the actors. For
the most part director Tom Dey doesn't deviate from the tried-and-true
elements of a Hollywood western: Gunfights Indians brothels bounty
hunters barroom brawls hangings damsels in distress and so on. The
final fight between the good guys and bad guys is a lot of fun mixing
up swordplay gunplay martial arts and fighting sticks.
Every little bit helps.
In order to boost its chances to gather Academy Award nominations, The Associated Press reports Fox Searchlight is running ads for its drama Antwone Fisher that include not only favorable comments from prominent film critics but from political and social leaders as well.
Denzel Washington's directorial debut focuses on a sailor, played by newcomer Derek Luke, who overcomes a difficult childhood in foster care with the help of a Navy psychiatrist, played by Washington.
According to AP, the current campaign includes quotes from the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People's president Kweisi Mfume, who calls the movie, "Gripping, riveting and forceful," and Marian Wright Edelman, president of the Children's Defense Fund, who says, "Antwone Fisher is a compelling testament to the strength of spirit and resilience of a remarkable child."
Fox Searchlight's marketing head Nancy Utley acknowledges the ads were primarily used to get the attention of Academy Award voters. They are scheduled to stop running as of Friday now that the Wednesday deadline for Oscar ballots has passed.
Utley hopes the film will get recognized in the Best Picture, Best Actor (Luke) and Best Director ( Washington) categories when the nominations are announced on Feb. 12. If so, Fox Searchlight will start running the ads again.
"Unfortunately, the critic thing has become a blur to people," Utley told AP. "Literally every movie is using quotes, including Kangaroo Jack. It becomes difficult when you have the real deal, when you have critical appeal, to get people to understand you're different, and you really do have people loving this movie."
Peter Rainer, chairman of the National Society of Film Critics and writer for New York Magazine, told AP he thinks Fox Searchlight also used this marketing tactic because Antwone Fisher has received mixed reviews since its December release, and has won no major critics' group awards.
"I don't think it's just being aimed at the average reader who's looking to see a movie. I think it's very much aimed at the Academy Awards," Rainer said, pointing out that the ads appeared only in the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times and the trade papers Variety and The Hollywood Reporter--the main publications Academy voters read during the busy awards season.
"I think they've made a very astute decision to circumvent the critic blurb mill and appeal to a higher calling," Rainer told AP. "People will feel virtuous when they see this movie, that's what that's telling them: Do a good thing, see this movie."