The Frozen soundtrack has returned to the top of the U.S. album chart for a third week at number one. It becomes the first film album to spend at least three weeks on top since the soundtrack to High School Musical 2 spent four weeks at number one in 2007.
The 2014 Grammy Nominees compilation is this week's highest debut on the Billboard 200 at number two, while Beyonce's self-titled album rises a spot to three, and A Great Big World's first album, Is There Anybody Out There?, enters the chart at number four.
Last week's number one album, High Hopes by Bruce Springsteen, drops to eight on the new countdown.
Meanwhile, Katy Perry scores her ninth number one on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart with Dark Horse.
The pop star tells Billboard.com, "This number one is the most unexpected one I've ever had... I'm so thrilled and grateful to have these moments."
Perry now ties for 10th place among artists with the most U.S. chart-toppers with the Bee Gees, Elton John, Paul McCartney and Usher. The Beatles have the most number ones with 20.
Last week's number one, Pitbull and Ke$ha's Timber, topples to two, while OneRepublic's Counting Stars stays put at three.
The latest cinematic tribute to the late Hunter S. Thompson is The Rum Diary, based on the author's longtime-unpublished novel about a fictional young journalist's hedonistic and dangerous trip to Puerto Rico. The film stars Johnny Depp as Paul Kemp (whose journey is inspired by Thompson's own Puerto Riccan adventures) as well as Aaron Eckhart, Amber Heard, Giovanni Ribisi and Richard Jenkins.
Singing the praises of Hunter S. Thompson is fairly pointless deed. Everyone who knows him has likely already decided how they feel about him. There are the tirless devotees who appreciate the man's onconscionable genius and hold dear the watermark he has forever left on the world of not simply journalism but writing entirely. And then there are the others... whom we'll just gloss over. Regardless of which side you're on, you're likely glued to it. But if you're in the first category, you still hold an unvarying spot in your Top Ten for Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
The movie was a godsend -- perhaps the truest and most worthwhile film adaptation of a piece of literature created in our time. Depp portrayed Thompson's alias Raoul Duke with such artistic dedication and originality, narrating his thoughts in a thrilling timber, to cement Terry Gilliam's vibrant love affair with madness.
The Rum Diary, adapted from an even earlier work by Thompson, will reunite Depp with his role playing a thinly veiled embodiment of the author and with the memorable style of narration. It's hard to say if this movie will capture the magic of its cinematic predecessor. Of course, the two stories are not related and are not meant to be compared, but when such important elements are revisited, you can't help but hold one up to the other.
Some of us might be apprehensive. Can today's Depp and director Bruce Robinson (Withnail & I) bring Thompson's words to life in The Rum Diary? We don't know. But let's just say, the film is in capable hands. And the poster seems to be in the spirit Thompson would appreciate. So sure, we're a little nervous. But we're also very excited.
When retired U.S. Special Forces Soldier Chris Vaughn (Johnson) returns to Kipsat County Wash. it's only to find his hometown overrun with crime drugs and violence. The old mill where Chris's father (John Beasley) worked for most of his life is closed and the town's only thriving industry is the Wild Cherry casino. Even Chris' high school sweetie Deni (Ashley Scott) couldn't resist the Wild Cherry's lure; she's become a peepshow dancer to "pay the bills." But Chris really loses it when he discovers the casino's dealers are using loaded dice--and he starts a brawl that ends with the security team carving up his chest and abdomen with a rusty Exacto knife. Chris also learns that that his old high school rival the casino's owner Jay Hamilton (Neal McDonough) has transformed the mill into a crystal meth lab and is using the casino's menacing security staff to sell the drugs to innocent kids. Chris strikes back by running for sheriff firing the entire police department on his first day and with the help of a cedar two-by-four and his deputy and buddy Ray Templeton (Johnny Knoxville) restores peace to the Pacific Northwest.
Johnson looking buffer than ever is well cast in the role of Chris: He's a fearless and determined soldier with beyond-human fighting skills. But while the film takes advantage of Johnson's brawn it fails to take advantage of his brain. In last year's comedy The Rundown Johnson proved he was more than a muscle-bound action star; he oozed charm and was surprisingly witty. With Walking Tall he never gets a chance to flex his acting muscles; if anything they atrophy. The only skills Johnson gets to show off are his ability to swing a plank at someone's shins and his unique way of bashing skulls against slot machines. Johnson's sidekick Ray played by Knoxville of MTV's Jackass fame is an ex-junkie who after spending a couple of years in the slammer is content with living in a camper and doing odd jobs around town. With his scraggly appearance and klutzy demeanor Knoxville supplies the film with brief interludes of humor amid the slam fest including a scene in which he stabs a bad guy with a potato peeler. Johnson and Knoxville would have made a first-rate action team had they had more screen time together.
A WWE production with Vince McMahon serving as executive producer Walking Tall has none of the subtlety of director Kevin Bray's last film All About the Benjamins and all the elements of a wrestling match. As with wrestling the film begins by melodramatically establishing the story (Chris and his family's lives are devastated by the mill's closure) and just like rival pugilists who publicly taunt the favored wrestler Chris challenges Jay--not for the world title but at least for control of Kipsat County--in a never-ending battle between good and evil that mimics wrestling to a T. But what's entertaining in the ring doesn't translate to film especially when the good guy running the town is a maniacal meathead. Chris is supposed to be the protagonist who single-handedly saves the town but who's responding to the citizens' domestic violence calls for example when the sheriff fires the entire precinct and spends 24 hours a day casing the casino? Never mind the fact that he has sex with his girlfriend in his office while he's on the clock.