Was going to save this until our usual Monday post, but by then everyone will have already seen it. Plus it’s snowing to beat the band across the midwest and I thought those of us stuck in this mess could use a little pick me up. Here’s Harrison Ford getting angry and refusing to answer Star Wars questions on a popular late night take show. And while we’re at it, if you haven’t seen this bit of Star Wars commentary brilliance from Patton Oswalt, this is even more worth a look.
That’s right, the king of pop is back!… from the dead.
Michael Jackson’s hand has been stolen from his crypt in LA!! The culprits: two love-struck leather dwarves, acting on the orders of Dr. Cagliostro, a time-traveling sorcerer posing as the manager of a “punk circus” in Berlin. The mysterious mystic’s mad plan: use the risen Michael to rouse the masses and ignite a global revolution! Realizing something strange is afoot, two lesbian ghost hunter girls and three horny college dudes team up to infiltrate Cagliostro’s circus. Things come to a head when the rapidly decaying Jacko-Zombie Messiah takes over the circus and starts his own “Rainbow Revolution” one that quickly descends into chaos.
I have a couple of friends who were/are pretty die hard MJ fans and I think if I showed them this trailer they’d be legitimately offended and pissed off. Personally, I think it’s mildly amusing fun but don’t expect this in your local multi-plex any time soon. More likely a small festival run and then it’ll be hitting VOD for everyone in March.
Is it going to be “good?” No, probably not, but the trailer is most certainly worth taking a look at. Wait for it…
With the Oscars around the corner, Zach Galifianakis presents a very special Oscary edition of his “Between Two Ferns” with guests Jennifer Lawrence, The Impossible Naomi Watts, Christoph Waltz, Anne Hathaway and Amy Adams. Enjoy.
So yeah. Noah’s Ark can’t actually float apparently. Cut and paste jb from IMDb
Darren Aronofsky (Black Swan, The Wrestler) has been filming his Noah film, based on the Biblical tale of Noah’s Ark, at Oyster Bay, NY. To make it as realistic as possible, the director built a massive ark, which measures 450 feet long, 75 feet tall and 45 feet wide. Unfortunately, it was never meant to be sailed. With production wrapping up within the next few weeks, the ark was forced to deal with flooding as Hurricane Sandy passed through Oyster Bay. Emma Watson, one of the actresses on the film, pointed out the irony of flooding being the cause of problems for the production. It’s not clear how much damage was done to the set, but there’s a good chance that some repairs will have to be made. During the delay, Aronofsky wrote that he took the time to catch up on some movies, seeing Cloud Atlas and The Master.
This bit of randomness was prompted by regular listener, Schizopolis (and others), who was intrigued by the homework assignment on the last Cinecast episode. One of the pure, unvarnished joys of my visit to the 2007 Fantasia film festival was my introduction to the horror-cinema of Pakistan. You see, the centre of Pakistani film production is in Lahore but since Pakistan puts out a metric tonne of musicals, this is not unlike their Indian neighbors – thus their national cinema was dubbed Lollywood. But spread throughout the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s, there was a thriving business of ripping off classic Hollywood horror (The poster above is for the film that kicked all of this stuff off, Pakistan’s Dracula – Zinda Laash.) Of course, the industry never really had the kind of money or polished technical gloss to achieve the golden age of Hollywood, so you got something that is so weird and otherworldly in execution. Cultural appropriation magic!
The fine folks at Mondo Macabro and critic/filmmaker Omar Khan, who produced and released Pakistan’s first slasher film, Zibahkhana (featuring a burka-man slasher, pollution-zombies and E.C. comics inspired titles) brought a sizzle-reel of Lollywoods genre efforts to warm up the Fantasia crowd for their film. And it was 18 or so minutes of unbridled awesome. They managed to cheat a bit and sneak in some footage of the Filipino midget martial artist and James Bond wannabe super-spy 00, Weng Weng just for kicks, so they cheated a little bit. I managed to get an collection of these clips (minus Weng Weng) on a DVD, although it just a jumble of stuff and was not nearly as tightly paced as that sizzle-reel. So with an hour or two to spare this evening, I made this video (below) that shows off some of the high points.
Congratulations on a successful HotDocs DocIgnite campaign. How To Build A Time Machine successfully raised $25K to fund cool props and costumes in Jay Cheel’s Time Travel ‘DocuSciFi.’ Although, it is tempting to see what the Reed Farrington version would look like. Perhaps a mirror-world DVD extra, pretty please Mr. Cheel?
“That was a close one, but we did it!! Here’s a huge thanks to all of you who supported How to Build a Time machine and helped us on our way to reaching our 25K goal. Now comes the fun part, making the film! Once again, thank you so much for your generous contributions and your support. Success!! -Jay”
I do not watch The Super Bowl. Generally, I am more interested in the movie trailers and whatnot that more or less tell me what films to avoid this summer, which are aired to great expense during the big game. Curiously, this year most of them made it to the internet a few days early; thus, I am a little bit late on this bit of tempestuousness hiding as a lengthy advertisement. My assumption that I had seen all of the biggies before Super Bowl Sunday was flat out false! Colour me surprised (and playing catch-up) when I came across this Chrysler Ad that plays like a bit of good old fashion propaganda. I’ll take this ‘entertainment’ any day over those gawd-awful Act of Valour ads that demonstrate Micheal Bay has been setting down the film-grammar for military recruiting for the past few decades, only to give birth to the perfect synergy of popcorn-entertainment and propaganda.
But I digress.
I am a fairly big fan of David Mamet penned Wag The Dog, and this commercial fits nicely into the “Don’t Change Horses Mid-Stream” Ads (themselves an echo of the Ronald Reagan Campaign “Morning in America spots in 1984.) that gets Dustin Hoffman hired, rewarded and then killed, in that film. Even more amusing is that it was directed by David Gordon Green, striding the line between original Americana, George Washington, and bad 1980s remake, The Sitter.
Apparently this has ruffled a lot of feathers. Clint’s made a statement, as has Karl Rove, and a lot of that is covered here.
I’ve never been adverse to a little fluff and after a night with The Tempest, I felt the need for something fun and light hearted. Enter the romantic comedy Chalet Girl starring “Gossip Girl” star Ed Westwick and Felicity Jones (who also happens to appear in the aforementioned The Tempest) about a ex-pro skateboarder who two years after leaving the sport, ends up in Switzerland as a chalet girl who gets involved with said chalet owner’s son, falls in love and wins a major snowboarding competition; your typical winter in Switzerland deal.
The movie is fun and upbeat but most notably, it plays this video alongside the closing credits which features Bill Nighy, a great actor who isn’t afraid of the fluff either, dancing it up complete with baby blue sun glasses. If that’s not enough, You Tube also offered up a little promo video with Nighy “shredding it up” which had me in stitches. It’s fun stuff.
The oddest of marketing hooks for a brewery, but a pretty awesome pet-name for a hang-over. I hope it is not a red style ale (actually, it is an India Pale Ale), but I wouldn’t put it past this North Dakota micro-brew who are launching a product that references the famous conclusion to the Coen Brother’s absurdo-noir classic, Fargo. The first beer launched by the craft brewer, The Fargo Beer Company, is called, The Wood Chipper. If you order nicely, Peter Stormare will come over to your table and pop the top for you (you may have to take him to the iHOP later though…)
Although I should have brought this up on the Netflix segment for recent episode of the Cinecast, alas, I did not notice it until late last night: Bobcat Goldthwait‘s 1991 directorial debut, Shakes the Clown, popped up on the Canadian version of the streaming site this week. Goldthwait, as an onscreen performer peaked somewhere in the mid 1980s – most people probably know him as the weird, dirty (literally, not figuratively) Cop from the Police Academy sequels, but the cool kids probably fondly remember One Crazy Summer. he more or less disappeared after Shakes failed to take off beyond a weird cult curio. For about a decade he was MIA before returning as a director in the early 2000s for cable TV programs (Crank Yankers, Chapelle’s Show, The Man Show and Jimmy Kimmel Live) and eventually moving into smart, subversive indie features. With the quite fun, and rather timely, debut of the writer/director/comedian’s latest film, God Bless America (Kurt’s Review) and the fondness for his rather auteur-ish three-word-title laden C.V. (Windy City Heat, Sleeping Dogs Lie, World’s Greatest Dad, God Bless America.) Regular listeners of the Cinecast, know that Matt Gamble raves about World’s Greatest Dad often, and at length.