Singer Madonna is planning to step behind the camera for a third time to direct a film adaptation of Rebecca Walker's debut novel Ade: A Love Story. The movie will centre on a 19-year-old American student who falls in love with a Muslim and plans to marry him and settle in Kenya.
The pop superstar and Silver Linings Playbook producer Bruce Cohen are currently searching for a writer to adapt the book into a screenplay.
Madonna made her directorial debut with 2008's Filth and Wisdom and worked on 2011's W.E.
Walker is the daughter of The Color Purple author Alice Walker and civil rights lawyer Mel Leventhal.
Gary Numan's former keyboard player will be playing the rocker's songs once again after joining a tribute group. Adrian Crickmer, also known as Ade Orange, performed in the electro-pop pioneer's band for 22 years before he quit in 2006 to opened his own pub in Surrey, England.
He will now perform onstage with a tribute act called Nuway Army after the musicians came into his bar and asked for a gig, without realising the landlord's connection to their hero.
Crickmer says, "We got talking and decided it might be fun for me to guest on keyboards when they played there (at my pub). That's exactly what's happening... We are thinking about going on a mini-tour. Nuway tell me they like cranking out the old tunes, so it will be a blast from the past."
The gig at the pub in March (13) has already sold out.
In just about every one of Kevin Hart's scenes in Ride Along, there's a joke that is just aching to find its way out of the diminutive, rascally comic actor. Hart is a small-scale physical comedian — of the same ilk as Jack Black — who puts nuclear-degree energy into his facial contortions, anatomical outbursts, and the delivery of every gag in general. If only he had material that was crafted with the same energy.
Unfortunately, nothing else about Ride Along seems at all "hard at work." Not the script, which pads a lifeless story with lazy comedy, and certainly not his screen partner Ice Cube, whose only stage direction seems to be "frown, and be taller than Kevin Hart." So lifeless is Ice Cube that even his machismo-obsessed straight man bit doesn't really work. Instead of the virile and intimidating "bad cop," he comes off as a disapproving middle aged dad without much to show for his own life.
But the script pairs the wily, overzealous high school security guard and video game junkie Ben (Hart) with no-nonsense lawman James (Ice Cube) on the titular ride along, with the scrappy cop-wannabe hoping to prove to the force veteran that he's good enough to marry the latter's younger sister. In earnest, he's not. Ben never puts any respectable effort into learning the tools of the trade, insisting on employing his amateur style and controlling the radio despite his proclamations that he wants, and deserves, James' trust. And James is no saint either — he's irresponsible on crime scenes, violent with perps, and disgruntled to the point of being unable to work with anybody else on the force. These are not good police officers... of course, you'll say, this is a comedy. But where are the laughs, then?
They're not absent entirely, you just have to look for them. In a movie so focused with big, broad humor, it's the smaller comedy that actually lands best. Hart's background mutterings and fumblings, his emoticon-laden texts to girlfriend Angela (Tika Sumpter, whose only stage direction seems to be "smile, and never wear a full outfit of clothing"), and a bizarre repetition of the word "weird" from supporting player John Leguizamo. All good for unexpected chuckles, while jokes like Hart facing off with a pre-teen or being blown backwards into a brick wall after firing a large gun are all lazy, familiar, and flat.
Structurally, the script is a mess. Ride Along spends far too much time on set up — we get it, Hart and his soon-to-be-brother-in-law Ice Cube don't get along — and far too much time on wrap-up — there's a gigantic, dramatic warehouse shootout that, in any other movie, would be the climax, but there's plenty more to go after that — without any cohesive middle to make the movie feel like... a movie.
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Hart, who leaps at every comic opportunity like a kangaroo (wallaby would be more appropriate), is suited just right for a buddy cop comedy, but he needs something fresh with which to work — a real character, an interesting story, actually funny jokes. Even just one of these would be fine!
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The Impossible star Tom Holland and Scottish actor Paul Brannigan have landed on the British Academy of Film and Television Arts' inaugural list of Breakthrough Brits. The pair join actors James Floyd and Ade Oyefeso, comedienne Sharon Rooney, and writer/director Rowan Athale among the 17 newcomers selected for the BAFTA recognition, which is presented in partnership with fashion house Burberry.
Teenager Holland, who portrayed Naomi Watts and Ewan McGregor's eldest son in the tsunami drama, says, "I'm honoured to have been recognised for my work by two very prestigious organisations such as BAFTA and Burberry. It's fantastic to be among this brand new talent and to meet some really inspirational people."
The talent was handpicked by a jury which included director Shane Meadows, Les Miserables' Eddie Redmayne and The Invisible Woman star Felicity Jones, the winners will be celebrated at a special ceremony in London on 21 October (13).
The Absolutely Fabulous actress was diagnosed with breast cancer last October (09), but remained silent about her struggle until she was given the all-clear by doctors in June (10).
Now Edmondson has opened up about the "horrible" ordeal, revealing Saunders has to wait five years to see if she has fully beaten the "horrible" disease.
He says, "The chemotherapy knocks you out and that's just brutal. You're hooked up to drips and things for three or four hours once a week. It's just grinding. It's horrible. And, the hardest thing was, there's nothing I could do to take it away."
Casino Royale starts at the beginning as James Bond (Craig) takes his first baby steps as a Double O agent. His first assignment is to track down a terrorist cell in Madagascar but he’s a bit of a loose cannon and things quickly go awry. Bond’s superior M (Judi Dench) is soon regretting giving the arrogant Bond the promotion. Nonetheless Agent 007 takes it upon himself to follow a lead to the Bahamas and discovers that all nefarious dealings point to Le Chiffre (Mads Mikkelsen) a nasty fellow who has money ties to terrorist organizations. Le Chiffre is planning to raise money in a high-stakes poker game at the Le Casino Royale in Montenegro—and Bond gets in to beat him at his own game. Along with a hefty bankroll M also sends the beguiling accountant Vesper Lynd (Eva Green) to keep Bond in check. They are skeptical of each other at first but as the danger escalates it becomes apparent there is a growing attraction—and affection—between them. Natch. Can these two crazy kids make it work immersed in the cutthroat world of international intrigue? Well this is Bond after all—and we know how he ends up. Craig absolutely gets it. Whatever doubts people may have had when Craig was first announced as the new Bond are washed away in the first few minutes of the film. Sure if Casino Royale was anything like the last few Bond movies then maybe the understated Craig wouldn’t have fit in as well. But this is a different Bond. The British actor plays him not as the icon we’ve come to know but as a flawed man warts and all who flies by the seat of his pants isn’t necessarily refined and yes can even fall in love. Craig also raises the acting bar. His brief scenes with the impeccable Dench for example simmer and pop unlike anything we’ve seen before in a Bond film. Danish film star Mikkelsen (Pusher) is quite effective as the main baddie with a particularly gruesome physical malady while the always good Jeffrey Wright (Syriana) shows up as CIA Agent Felix Leiter. The one weak link unfortunately is Green (The Dreamers). She certainly looks the part of a “Bond girl ” but her Vesper is supposed to be whip-smart able to engage in witty banter with 007 and the French actress can’t quite pull it off. Craig needs more of a challenge. Too bad Judi Dench isn’t 30 years younger; she would have been perfect. Casino Royale the first book in the Ian Fleming series is basic Bond 101. Director Martin Campbell--who helmed Goldeneye Pierce Brosnan’s first and probably best foray into the franchise--strips it of all the far-fetched gadgets (save for a few new-fangled PDAs) and over-the-top action sequences leaving just good clean action devoid of any invisible cars armored Russian tanks and the such. Oh wait Bond does use a bulldozer at one point but that comes briefly in the middle of a rather extensive and hair-raising foot chase. It just proves action can be just as riveting without having to completely suspend your disbelief. Casino Royale is also rare in that it shows how Bond became THE James Bond the one we’ve seen in countless movies over the years in the stylish tuxes drinking the martinis driving the Aston-Martins and bedding all the beautiful women. Casino Royale breathes new life into the franchise and one can only hope they can keep up the good work without once again lapsing into the ridiculous.
Diamond thief Franky Four Fingers (Benicio Del Toro) must deliver a huge rock to his boss Avi (Dennis Farina) in New York via London. Franky's delivery is botched of course when he's asked to place a bet on an illegal boxing match in London by Boris the Blade (Rade Serbedzija). To add to the mayhem enter local jewelers Vinny (Robbie Gee) and Sol (Lennie James) and their plump getaway driver Tyrone (Ade); novice unlicensed boxing promoters Turkish (Jason Statham) and Tommy (Stephen Graham); ruthless boxing promoter and pig farm owner Brick Top (Alan Ford); an unreliable and unintelligible gypsy boxer (Brad Pitt); a squeaking dog (really) and other uniquely Ritchie characters.
This year is shaping up to be another great year for Del Toro. After his mesmerizing turn in Traffic that is certain to land him his first Oscar nomination he commands attention when he's onscreen in Snatch. Unfortunately he's only onscreen for the first third of the film. Nonetheless there isn't a weak link in the cast. Particular standouts include a much tattooed and ripped Pitt who speaks in hilarious gibberish the dimwitted Graham who provides comic relief and old fart Ford one mean son of a bitch who creates tension whenever he's around.
Ritchie strives to be an original talent and although comparisons of Snatch to Pulp Fiction might be inevitable he certainly has created his own sense of directorial style. Snatch mixes it up with lightning-fast editing (Avi has his passport stamped his drink polished off and his flight from New York to London completed in a matter of seconds) great music and plot twists and turns (the boxing matches the pig farm the gypsy camp car chases the pawn shop … how do they all intersect?). And the scene of the final boxing match with Pitt is ahem a knockout.