On Thursday night, The Sound of Music Live! somehow managed to pull in 18.5 million viewers. Yes... seriously. So, if you weren't one of the 18.5 and you don't have a Twitter then you should probably know that the show didn't have such an amazing viewership because it was good. Nah, it was actually pretty awful. Carrie Underwood's singing was perfection, but that girl has no acting ability whatsoever. Plus, Stephen Moyer took on the role of Captain Von Trapp. Yup, you read that right. Vampire Bill from True Blood played the iconic Captain Von Trapp. But hey, not all was lost. The show actually made for a hilariously awesome Thursday night due to the combination of this drinking game and the invention of live tweeting. So, in honor of this totally absurd remake, we're taking a look at the best celebrity reactions.
The Nazis probably would have left them alone if they didn't yodel. No one likes yodeling. #SoundofMusic
— Zach Braff (@zachbraff) December 6, 2013
Nazi's where total dicks #justsaying #SoundofMusic #SoundofMusicLive
— Cameron (@CameronDiaz) December 6, 2013
Mr Von Trap is strange. Not that I have 100% credibility
— mia farrow (@MiaFarrow) December 6, 2013
The Sound of Music Live is tonight and Carrie Underwood’s “favorite things” should be people who haven’t seen Julie Andrews in the original.
— Joan Rivers (@Joan_Rivers) December 5, 2013
Is it my 10 yr old samsung or is the lighting a little to "period"? #TheSoundOfMusicLive #seemsdark
— Carson Daly (@CarsonDaly) December 6, 2013
The Sound of Music: the feel good family musical of the year about leaving your fiancée to boink the nanny.
— Ronan Farrow (@RonanFarrow) December 6, 2013
Tonight they will finally put back the original scene where Von Trapp sucks the blood out of Maria. #soml
— Albert Brooks (@AlbertBrooks) December 6, 2013
This Nazi looks like a young Al Gore. #TheSoundOfMusic
— Rob Lowe (@RobLowe) December 6, 2013
Wow there's so much fake fun happening! #SOML
— Sarah Silverman (@SarahKSilverman) December 6, 2013
I'm glad Carrie wore her sensible pumps for the hike to Switzerland. #Phew #SoundofMusic #WeOut
— Anna Kendrick (@AnnaKendrick47) December 6, 2013
And, although not celebrities exactly, these tweets also made our list.
Ladies, if you're in the woods and some dude in knickers starts singing about how young you are, RUN #TheSoundOfMusicLive
— The Soup (@TheSoup) December 6, 2013
YOU ARE 16, GOING ON 17 AND I'M ASSUMING YOU'D LIKE PIZZA FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY DINNERRRRRRR #BuyDiGiorno #TheSoundOfMusicLive
— DiGiorno Pizza (@DiGiornoPizza) December 6, 2013
Ruh roh, no one cast sexual chemistry in #SoundOfMusic
— Crushable.com (@crushabledotcom) December 6, 2013
If Britney Spears can get through 2007, we can get through the Sound of Music live
— samir mezrahi (@samir) December 6, 2013
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This review previously appeared as part of Hollywood.com's coverage of the 2012 Sundance Film Festival.
After adorable but limiting roles in The Office I Love You Man Our Idiot Brother and her biggest part to date Parks and Recreation actress Rashida Jones nabs her meatiest part to date courtesy of her own script.
Celeste and Jesse Forever the brainchild of Jones and writing partner Will McCormick is a romantic comedy that feels perfectly comfortable treading into honest poignant relationship moments. It's obvious Jones co-wrote the movie every beat tailor made to draw out her best qualities. Celeste (Jones) and Jesse (Saturday Night Live's Andy Samberg) are longtime friends a perfect pair who eventually tie the knot and live happily for six years… until their relationship ends in divorce. But even with their impending separation the two can't help but remain best buds. Their friends are critical of the continued companionship but the pair work together to get back in the dating game. The journey forces the former couple to confront the truths and regrets both have harbored since first meeting.
Celeste and Jesse skips the big gags and sappy confessions in favor of grounding its characters in honest (and often uneasy) scenarios. Jones' and McCormick's script captures the kookiness ingrained in long lasting friendships from inside jokes (Celeste and Jesse routinely play a game where they perform sex acts with random objects) to the strange customs of Los Angelenos. Quirk isn't easy to pull off but director Lee Toland Krieger keeps the action intimate and restrained allowing Jones Samberg and the handful of exceptional supporting actors (including Erik Christian Olsen Ari Graynor Elijah Wood and Emma Roberts) to riff and joke without ever going broad.
If the movie was simply a string of hushed comedic sketches Celeste and Jesse Forever would fall into the familiar territory of meandering mumblecore but Jones and Samberg elevate the material with a surprising knack for the dramatic. In one of the film's more emotionally frank moments Jesse delvers a confession that solidifies the couple's dissipating relationship. The normally-goofball Samberg reels it back allowing quiet expression take the stage. The film may not land every intentionally heavy moment with perfect grace but watching two actors play against their established personas gives Celeste and Jesse extra (and exciting) punch.
Celeste and Jesse Forever is evidence Rashida Jones can deliver both behind and in front of the screen. In the right hands her talents can be mined to create a performance both daring and sweet. Celeste and Jesse suggests those "right hands" may be her own.
Drive Angry directed by Patrick Lussier (My Bloody Valentine 3D) is an action thriller with a resolutely trashy grindhouse ethos. This weekend should you require an antidote to the Academy Awards’ hauteur pretentiousness and altogether unreasonable commitment to quality this lowbrow orgy of carnage nudity and roaring muscle cars will surely do the trick. Then again so will a few episodes of Jersey Shore. But that show unlike Drive Angry isn’t available in eye-bludgeoning 3D. Yet.
The film stars Nicolas Cage as John Milton a cigar-chomping Jack Daniels-swilling ex-con who has escaped from hell (literally) to save his granddaughter from being sacrificed by an apocalyptic cult. Fear not B-movie aficionados: The character’s name a winking nod to the author of Paradise Lost is about the only discernibly literary or philosophical element to be found in Drive Angry which otherwise keeps its aim squarely below the waist. Knowledge of Milton’s 17th-century epic poem or of literature in general is not required for the enjoyment of this film. In fact it might hinder it.
Some films inadvertently earn the “so-bad-it’s-good” label; Drive Angry aspires to it. The plot is spotty and nonsensical crafted mainly to connect the dots between bloody spurts of stylized mayhem. Milton drifts through various small southern towns populated entirely with louts and sluts leaving behind a trail of bodyparts as he rushes to confront the cult leader (Billy Burke) who abducted his granddaughter and who intends to offer her up to the Dark Lord at the next full moon.
Along the way he picks up a sidekick Piper (Amber Heard) a pugilistic potty-mouth in daisy dukes included in the film for the very express purpose of giving us something pretty to look at betwixt the gory shootouts and car chases – a considerate gesture on the part of the filmmakers truth be told. She is however only tangentially related to the plot. Which would be a problem if plot were a priority.
Drive Angry’s holy triumvirate of sex violence and muscle cars merges into one unified splatter-drenched whole during the film’s climax in which Milton launches his ’69 Dodge Charger into the center of an orgiastic cult gathering picking off with a shotgun the few revelers he can’t run over before finally following through on his pledge to drink a bottle of beer from the skull of his dead nemesis. This is actually one of the film's more endearing moments.
Cage for his part has a few moments of inspired batshitry my favorite being a scene in which he enjoys a bizarre sexually charged exchange with a randy waitress before pulling her in for a sloppy French kiss but for the most part his eccentricity is disappointingly muted. He’s more of a grim gunslinger out of the Sergio Leone mold in Drive Angry shooting much and saying little which doesn’t leave much room for those manic outbursts I’ve come to regard with such genuine affection.
Slyly stealing the show from Cage in Drive Angry is the man who pursues him The Accountant played by esteemed character actor William Fichtner. A sort of bounty hunter sent by the devil to bring Milton back to hell The Accountant moves with a kind of creepy grace his utter disregard for conventions of personal space throwing every character he encounters off-balance. Fichtner’s wry observations are the comedic highlight of a movie that tries hard to ape the dark offbeat humor of Tarantino's Death Proof but falls woefully short in the end.