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Friday, January 14, 2005

mamas, don't let your babies grow up in the village

I don't want to be mean. I didn't even want to write a review about The Village (04), but I was told that it was my duty. So, here it is. If you don't want to know what happens in the film (and trust me, after you know - you wont ever remember a time when you cared) than stop reading now, because I fully intend to give everything away. I guess that's the kind of mood watching this movie puts you in. So, what is director M. Night Shyamalan's new film all about then? I'm glad you asked, oh and you want me to give the super-secret neat and nifty twist ending away too? Fan-freakin-tatstic. Let's begin...

The film begins as a small, close-knit Quaker-like community is having a funeral, for what appears to be a small child - based on the size of the casket (the specifics of this scene are never revealed because the film's writer: also M. Night, obviously forgot about the opening scenes after he started setting his sights on the up-coming twists). So, what do we see - besides William Hurt and Brendan Gleeson looking like extras from Cold Mountain (03)? We watch a man saying his tearful goodbyes to whomever was small enough to fit in that casket. Behind the man however is our first clue as to just where the hell this film is taking place. A tombstone reveals a date (presumedly the short lifespan of the deceased) ending in the late 1890s. So, there you have it. That is what we are supposed to believe is the time frame of the film. The film concerns: The Village, which is a small one-horse town surrounded on all sides by the most uninteresting-looking scenery that you are likely to ever see in a film of this caliber. It was shot in Pennsylvania afterall. We get a bunch of bright green leafy trees, also known as: The Woods. It is interesting to note that the original title of this film was (get ready): The Woods. M. Night dropped it because of another project in development at a rival studio with the same title. Anyway, back to the plot. Oh, I forgot - there really isn't any.

To make a long story short (too late), the elders of The Village, led by William Hurt (in a truly awful and uninspired performance - and it pains me to say this since I love this man's work) have raised several generations of children in this isolated community. The entire basis of their isolation is centered around the belief that there is a monster, or group of monsters who live in The Woods (known simply as "those we don't talk about" or some shit like that) and will kill just about anything. There rests a fragile balance between the men and the monsters: the people of The Village stay out of The Woods, and the monsters of The Woods stay out of The Village. The people grow their own food, make their own clothes and shelter, and above all else: have their own modern twentieth century greenhouse. I don't know if that was intentional or not (this is not the type of film that I care to invest any real research in) but at about just under the ten minute mark - they show this greenhouse. I'm sorry, but it just doesn't look like anything from the late nineteenth century. And it just seemed like there was an awful lot of electricity goin' on all over the place. These are some of the first real indicators that the film is not taking place in the era you are persuaded to think it takes place in. Well, that and the Kenneth Cole shoes and tailored suits that everyone is wearing. So, where was I?

Oh, right: the villagers (who all speak like they're trying-out for a new version of Oliver Twist - Dickens-speak that is) are all fucked up and racked with fear about leaving the "compound" (can anyone say, Waco?) - except for the elders of course. The young rebellious children (of various ages) are all wanting to venture out (as only nature would have it, right?) only every now and then an unexplained noise begins to bellow out from the woods, or a small furry animal turns up in one of their fields completely removed of it's flesh. Weird. "Don't go in the woods" the elders say. "Sure," say the children. That is until one of the daughters of William Hurt's character, Ivy, played by (new-comer and daughter of Opie himself, Ron Howard) Bryce Dallas Howard, who has to venture out to get medicine to save the life of her introverted and emotionally fragile would-be boyfriend (played by the scrawny-shouldered Joaquin Phoenix who is basically reprising his role from M. Night's Signs, 02) because he was knifed by the village idiot (played by Academy Award winner Adrien Brody in a truly awful performance) because he had a crush on the Ivy chick, but was now locked up in a room with a chair that looks really uncomfortable to sit in, while Joaquin's character is slowly dying in a bed from his stab wounds. Whew. Did I mention that Ivy was blind? Doesn't matter. Howard gives a very honest performance, and from the embarassing video-diary on the region 1 DVD, she was very grateful to get the role - but - she has to go down in history as giving one of the worst sightless performances of all-time. That's all I'm going to say about it. Judge it for yourself - but ask yourself just one question when watching it: do blind people run everywhere and look other's directly in the eye when talking to them?

Okay, so - before she leaves The Village to venture out through The Woods to get to: The Town (I know, that was a new development thrown-in) on the other side, her father tells her that the whole monster thing was made up and it was really the elders who dress up like porkupines and run around making scary noises (that are also never explained) - they sound like sea-otters mating or something. There's also some business about these big boxes that all the old folks have. What's inside? A bunch of personal affects from their previous lives. I'll explain later. So, Ivy heads out (eventually on her own, because chicks rule) but is soon attacked by a monster! But how could this be? Daddy said it was safe - except that The Village-idiot escaped from his room (and uncomfortable-looking chair) and now he's dressed in one of the elder-suits - running around trying to scare the poor blind girl. So, he dies a few minutes later by falling in a hole. Did I forget to mention that the film has absolutely no tension in it whatsoever? In addition to being staged and blocked like some kind of high school theater production. Often times people in the film will be having conversations with one another with their backs turned around. Why? Do you know anybody that talks like that? So, the blind chick runs through The Woods until she gets to a wall - she climbs the wall - and on the other side is...a road. And then a car pulls up. A young guy gets out. He is wearing a park ranger uniform. But he shows her no credentials so how do we know that he's actually a real park ranger and not just a dead person, or an alien? She tells him she needs some medicine. He says "okay" and he goes to get it. When he goes back to his little park ranger office (which could be a room on his space-ship made up to look like a park ranger office) he has to sneak the medicine out of this really huge glass cabinet that it would be virtually impossible to sneak anything out of - especially if your boss was sitting at his desk right in front of it. But luckily for the young alien - I mean park ranger, his boss is reading a newspaper like Ward Cleaver the whole time so he doesn't notice anything. We only see the kid's boss from behind, but we can see enough to tell that it's writer/director/hack M. Night Shyamalan holding up the paper. Hey, maybe he was reading the want-ads, because after the critical and box-office reaction to this movie, he's probably going to have to start looking soon.

As if just seeing the back of his smug, pretentious head wasn't enough, he makes sure that we know it's him by exposing his face in the reflection of the glass cabinet when the kid/alien/park ranger opens the door to lift a vile of the feel-good juice. After M. Night mutters something to the kid about 'somebody paying the airport to divert the local air-traffic away from the wildlife compound' that they are on a long time ago (no shit - I swear to God) the kid takes the medicine and leaves. He gives it to Ivy and she leaves. Then she returns to The Village and gives it to Joaquin and the movie ends. I hope I didn't make it sound too interesting to you. Was there enough of a twist, or rather a surpise ending for you? I hope so. M. Night does too. I'm personally hoping for world peace and an end to homelessness, world hunger, disease, racism and blind hatred. As far as The Village goes - I'm done.

On a side note, Roger Deakins' cinematography and James Newton Howard's score were both very good. But this is really bad, bad, bad, bad, stuff. Truly a poorly made movie. I can't believe the studio let him release it at all. But he's M. Night, ya know - he could make a movie about old people farting and it would get a theatrical release in every city in the world. I hope I just didn't give him an idea for a new project. I will sue if M. Night's next movie is about old people farting, and it's called: "Fartin' Around". I promise you that. Here's the thing, all of his films have been about exploring some type of mythology: The Sixth Sense was a ghost story, Unbreakable was about the comic-book mythos, Signs was about aliens and faith (a double whammy) and The Village was supposed to be about The Boogey Man. It wasn't. I don't know what it was about. And ya know somethin'? I don't care. I'm sure there's a message here - a four year old can get it. What happened to Shyamalan? I like his other films. Most people I know can't stand Unbreakable and Signs. I loved them both - even their faults (which are plenty). But this, this is just unforgivable. The other revelation in the film is the reasoning behind the elders and their ending up in the community in the first place. Remember the boxes? Basically, each of the core group leaders had some kind of horrible act befall them or someone they loved. They turned their backs on the society that turned it's back on them. They then all went to live in a wild-life preserve in PA - after paying the airport to divert all the air-traffic away from them so they could dupe their kids into thinking there was nothing outside of their little world and have them grow up to be fearful and potential stalkers, rapists, thieves, murderers, drug addicts, alcoholics and just plain deranged little screw-ups because that's what can potentially happen to people when they discover (which they all eventually will) that they've been living a lie. Ya know what? I'm not going to think about this anymore. This isn't smart - this isn't original and it sure as hell isn't interesting or thought-provoking. The only thing it provokes me to do is go finish my script for "Fartin' Around." I hear M. Night is looking for new material now.
no stars out of 5

Here's M. Night Shyamalan begging Adrien Brody and Joaquin Phoenix to sit next to him at the film's premiere...or at the very least, to show up.



Thursday, January 13, 2005

why Roger Ebert is a moron quote of the week

In his review of The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (03) theatrical version:

"This is the best of the three, redeems the earlier meanderings, and certifies the Ring trilogy as a work of bold ambition at a time of cinematic timidity...That it fails a little shy of greatness is perhaps inevitable. The story is just a little too silly to carry the emotional weight of a masterpiece. It is a melancholy fact that while the visionaries of a generation ago, like Francis Ford Coppola with Apocalypse Now, tried frankly to make films of great consequence, an equally ambitious director like Peter Jackson is aiming more for popular success."

He goes on to say that he basically only felt any emotion twice while watching the film (of all the thousands of deaths): once for the death of the character, Faramir, and once for the death of the character, Smeagol. How did this guy get this gig? I mean, really...Okay, first off - I did not like the theatrical Return of the King as much as the extended edition. It added a depth to the core of the film that was missing from the truncated version. Still, did it deserve to be compared to Apocalypse Now? Not to mention the fact that Apocalypse Now is just over 2 hours in length and The Lord of the Rings (which is one fucking movie, Ebert you moron) is just shy of nine fucking hours! Francis Ford Coppola hasn't made a great (make that good) film since Tucker: The Man and His Dream (88). I have just one word for Francis Ford Coppola: Jack (96). Okay? Moving right along.

It is interesting to note that in his review, Ebert gives The Return of the King three and a half stars (out of four). He gave The Two Towers (02) only three stars, but in his review of that film, he states:

"The Two Towers is one of the most spectacular swashbucklers ever made, and, given current audience tastes in violence, may well be more popular than the first installment, The Fellowship of the Ring. It is not faithful to the spirit of Tolkien and misplaces much of the charm and whimsey of the books, but it stands on it's own as a visionary thriller...This is a rousing adventure, a skillful marraige of special effects and computer animation, and it contains sequences of breathtaking beauty."

This is exactly why I hate this guy (and so many so-called "critics" like him): he is just the type of wishy-washy blow-hard to rate a movie high (like King) and then go on to basically bash it in his review, and then rate a movie lower (like Towers) and then proceed to write endlessly about it's greatness or importance. "Not faithful to the spirit of Tolkien"? Screw him. Since when the fuck was this fat-ass an authority on Tolkien? Since when the fuck was he an authority on anything? Besides fast food restaurants. Okay, that was a little off-sides (and he has lost weight since his surgery to remove the alien implant from his brain - unsuccessfully I might add) but you can see why this type of shit makes me angry. It's not that I even consider myself a great fan of The Lord of the Rings (as it should now be called as a sum of it's three parts). My favorite remains The Two Towers. The last half of the film (the battle of Helms Deep) is simply one of the best (if not the best) battles ever put on film. Yes, The Return of the King "finalizes" the story, but I feel in the end, it is no more or no less better than the first two chapters of the film: Fellowship and Towers. It is simply the end of the story of The War of the Ring, and the beginning of the story of The Fourth Age of Middle Earth.

Was Peter Jackson the right guy for the job? The name Peter Jackson will from this point on, forever be associated in the highest regard with the fictional works of Tolkien until the end of time. Does that answer the question for you? Will anyone remember Roger Ebert's name in the future? He will more than likely have about the same historical relevance as McDonald's Arch Deluxe sandwich: "without bacon provides 560 calories, 32 grams of fat, 11 grams of saturated fat, and 960 milligrams of sodium." Did Jackson simply just create a film that was "aiming for popular success"? To answer that question would mean that I would have to stoop to Ebert's level, and to do that, I'd have to start digging a hole right now...

Incidentally, Peter Jackson beat Clint Eastwood for the Academy Award for Best Director last year for The Return of the King (over Eastwood's breath-takingly directed, Mystic River) - a decision that I was disappointed by (based on technical merit), but in my heart - knew was the right one.



fight stance + 1 review
or remember when Tom Sizemore made good movies like: Heat (95), Saving Private Ryan (98) and Black Hawk Down (01)?

From imdb: "Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake are countersuing the two photographers who claim they were attacked by the couple after trying to snap them together on a Hollywood night out. The paparazzi duo have alleged in court papers they were beaten when they tried to take photos of the celebrity couple last month, adding Diaz stole one of their cameras. But now the actress is fighting back, claiming the two snappers jumped out on her and her boyfriend and tried to provoke a fight in order to take better pictures. In the suit, Diaz insists she only took a camera 'for purposes of later trying to identify the men.' "

Justin Timberlake: victim of injustice
Right. I'm sure that's exactly the way it happened, Ms. Diaz. Because what wouldn't a lowly photo-journalist have to gain by provoking a fight with two celebrities? This is one of the times I wish I was a Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge. Just so I could look 1/3 of Charlies Angels and 1/5 of Nsnyc in the eyes and say..."Fuuucckk youuuuu!!!"

Maybe Cameron and Justin should rent the new Mel Gibson-produced film, Paparazzi (04) that was directed by Mel's hair-dresser (no shit) Paul Abascal. In the film, Cole Hauser plays fictional up-and-coming Hollywood movie-star, Bo Laramie (no shit) who, after his first big hit film, finds himself in the center of the Hollywood celebrity press machine - that never eats, never sleeps and always runs 24/7. It makes sense that a character like Bo Laramie (who's sort of a hick) would have a hard time adjusting to the change of lifestyle. He also has a temper, even before a team of wacked-out psycho photo-journalists (the Paparazzi of the title) start playing fuck-fuck with Bo's wife and kids. The not-so-nice cameramen are played by (in no particular order): Tom Sizemore, Daniel Baldwin, Kevin Gage and Tom Hollander. They wage an all-out war on Laramie (or is it the other way around) after a few tussles involving the Hauser character, who doesn't like to have pictures taken of his kid in public places like the park. Boo-hoo, Bo. That's the whole problem with this film, one of the greatest shit sandwiches of all-time - it expects you to naturally side with Hauser's character because he is obsetensively the "good guy." But is he really a victim in the film?

I don't know, but after an accident caused by Sizemore and Gang, endangers the life of his family, he goes into Charles Bronson mode and begins wiping them out one by one. I would love to tell you that this is a guilty pleasure revenge flick (in urban-western mode) but sadly, it is simply an exploitation movie that isn't just poorly made - it's embarassing. I feel sorry for actors like Hauser (who has the potential to one day be as big as McQueen) and Dennis Farina who are incredibly competent performers. Why they get saddled into shit like this is a question as old as the hills - the Hollywood Hills that is. Paul Abascal may be a good hair-dresser, but he sucks as a film director. He could have made something out of this shit. He could have at least made it entertaining. I just want him to send me a check for the four dollars it cost me to rent this ridiculous (and amazingly pretentious) shit sandwich. Mel Gibson (who appears in a completely bizarre cameo in the film) has completely lost his mind. I mean it. I feel sorry for him. After The Passion, we all made jokes about it - but this is no laughing matter. The man has gone bye-bye. I hate rich, whiney celebrities (like Diaz and Gibson). I mean, what is Gibson trying to say with this picture: 'movie-stars are mad as hell, and they're not going to take it anymore?' Fuck 'em. If they don't want the heat - stay outta the kitchen. Life must be real tough for poor celebrities like Cameron Diaz - and what about Mel Gibson, alone on that island all by himself (and his 138 children)...who the hell does he think he is? Marlon Brando? I could go on for days about the film (film is what it is) but you get the point. Wait for cable. It's one of those train-wrecks like Hollywood Homicide (03) that must be seen to be believed - but at the same time, do yourself a favor and just go take a nap when it comes on...or go watch Barney instead. I do have to make a special mention of Sizemore. Wow. He sucked. What happened to this guy: drugs? Alcohol? Heidi Fleiss? There, I'm done.

Harrison Ford in Hollywood Homicide - one of the worst films of the 21st century.
Hauser will survive this, but he better damn sight start picking 'em a little better from now on. No one gets forgiven for this one. Not even Matthew McConaughey, who appears in the film (unbilled) as himself. I couldn't make this shit up if I had to. In the future, if you're going to make a vigilante film - don't end up ripping-off scenes from Ferris Bueller's Day Off (86, there's a scene where Hauser's character Bo, I just like saying his name: "Bo", is supposed to be in his home, guarded by the police, but instead sneaks out to go run amuck and kill somebody - then he has to hurry home on foot so the cop who's investigating the case doesn't suspect anything) - it just doesn't gel with the whole shoot-em-up thing, ya know? And on a final note, I have seen most (if not all) of the Paul Kersey/Death Wish films, and not a single one is worse than Paparazzi. And believe me folks, that's saying something. I would have listened to the audio commentary on the DVD by the director, but I had to have my hair done instead. I also was going to do a complete history on the real Paparazzi (originating in term from Fellini's La Dolce Vita, 60) but I don't want to keep thinking about this movie (in any capacity) I just want to pick up what's left, after having watched the whole thing without fast-forwarding once, and get on with my life. God, it has a shit-tastic ending that must be seen to be believed. I don't even think Chuck Norris has made a movie this bad. Hey, The Octagon (80), Lone Wolf McQuade (83), Invasion U.S.A. (1985) - those are classics, man.
No stars out of 5

I've seen Police Academy movies better than this...
in fact, here's a list of them:

Police Academy (84)
Police Academy 2: Their First Assignment (85)
Police Academy 3: Back in Training (86)
Police Academy 4: Citizens on Patrol (87)
Police Academy 5: Assignment: Miami Beach (88)
Police Academy 6: City Under Siege (89)
Police Academy: Mission to Moscow (94)
and
Police Academy: The Series



Wednesday, January 12, 2005

doppelgangers


Natalie Portman and Keira Knightley - it's close!
Although one was born 4 years earlier in Jerusalem (that would be Portman), they both bare more than a passing resemblance to one another.

Up next for Portman: Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (05), Paris, je t'aime (05), The Smoker (05) and V for Vendetta (06)...

Up next for Knightley: Pride and Prejudice (05), Domino (05) and Pirates of the Caribbean 2 (06)...



Tuesday, January 11, 2005

featherweight

Why must Steve Martin test me? I love Steve Martin. Not in that way - but you know what I mean. But I must admit, when I see his name attached to something lately, I have to wince a little and cross my fingers that it's not going to make me puke. Unfortunately, when I heard about his latest project a while back: I had to spew.

So, if you weren't already aware, Steve Martin is a record holder (among other things, including world-class banjo player) and it's not necessarily something that one should be proud of, but - without further ado: He is the only living actor who has starred in the most remakes. Don't believe me? Check out this list:

Cheaper by the Dozen (03), The Out-of-Towners (99), Father of the Bride (91), Father of the Bride Part II (95), Mixed Nuts (94), Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (88) and Little Shop of Horrors (86) in addition to TV adaptations like: Sgt. Bilko (96) and Pennies from Heaven (81) and the literary adaptations: A Simple Twist of Fate (94) and Roxanne (87). And now the Piece de resistance: The Pink Panther (05).

Not to give a co-worker of mine (and Steve Martin-hater) any more ammunition than he already has, but Steve Martin has really got to get back to the things that challenge him a little as an actor. He is a great actor afterall. Some of the films listed above are now somewhat classics because of him: Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, Little Shop of Horrors, Roxanne...but most are sadly not. I don't know what to think about Martin's Shopgirl (04) which he wrote and starred in and is still sitting on a shelf somewhere. Maybe it's too good (meaning it's not utter shit like most everything else he's starred in lately: Novocaine, 01, Bringing Down the House, 03 and Looney Tunes: Back in Action, 03) so who knows?

I will say this, even though my love affair with Steve Martin is not over (how can it be after Roxanne?) I will never forgive him for The Pink Panther. I'm so choked up about the whole bloody affair that I have to stop typing now. I haven't been this upset since Twentieth Century Fox put out, Iceman (also directed by Roxanne-helmer Fred Schepisi) on DVD in full-frame this week. Now I need to go bite a pillow.

Beyoncé Knowles is also in this re-make. I'm done.

you can read my Steve Martin tribute post under archives



Monday, January 10, 2005

the king

as Richard Earle in Chris Nolan's Batman Begins (05)

Rutger Hauer has been in more bad movies than: well, than Rutger Hauer! So why then is he so celebrated and somehow forgiven for all of the crap films that he continues to star in (Sin City and Batman Begins aside)? I guess we'll never know the answer. He isn't particularly self-effacing and he doesn't exactly seem like he's always "in on the joke," so maybe it's just because he's alot like those other two "B-movie kings" Christopher Lambert and Eric Roberts - they once had it all, but life's too short to stay on top forever, so keep the paychecks comin', any ol' film will do.

The early years: Born Rutger Oelsen Hauer on January 23, 1944 in Breukelen, Utrecht, Netherlands. From imdb: "Because his parents (who were both actors) were often touring, Hauer and his three sisters were raised by a nanny. A bit of a rebel during his childhood, he chafed at the rules and rigors of school and was often getting into mischief. His grandfather had been the captain of a schooner, and at age 15, Hauer ran away to work on a freighter for a year. Like his great-grandfather, Hauer is color-blind, which prevented him from furthering his career as a sailor. Upon his return, he attended night school and started working in the construction industry. When he again bombed at school, his parents enrolled him in drama classes. Fancying himself a poet, Hauer spent most of his time writing poetry and hanging out in Amsterdam coffee houses instead of studying. He got expelled for poor attendance and afterward spent a brief time in the Dutch Navy. Deciding he didn't like military life, Hauer convinced his superiors that he was mentally unfit and was sent to a special home for psych patients. It was an unpleasant place, but Hauer remained there until he convinced his ranking officers that the military really did not need him."

He was frequent director Paul Verhoeven's first choice to play Robocop. Hauer is also an environmentalist as well as a true humanitarian. He set up an AIDS research foundation called the Rutger Hauer Starfish Foundation. He is 6' 2" (1.88 m). From what I can tell, he's only been married once (since 1985) and he has a daughter named, Aysha Hauer. My favorite Rutger Hauer story is when he got into a pushing match on the steps of a theatre at the Cannes Film Festival with Jean-Claude Van Damme a few years ago. The reason? Who cares!

Hauer Pre-fame: Turkish Delight (73), The Wilby Conspiracy (75), Keetje Tippel (75), Soldier of Orange (77), Spetters (80), Nighthawks (81)

Hauer Break-through: Blade Runner (82)

The Best of the Rest: The Osterman Weekend (83), Eureka (84), Ladyhawke (85), Flesh & Blood (85), The Hitcher (86), Wanted: Dead or Alive (87), Escape from Sobibor (87, TV), Blind Fury (89), The Blood of Heroes (90), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (92), Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (02)...

Everyone has their favorite Rutger Hauer movie. They may be legitimate films or just plain craptastic. No one has made a career out of handling both so professionally as Hauer. That is why he is the offical "King of the B-Movie" here at this blog.

long live the king...

"I don't know what the appeal is. I can see I've got blue eyes and I don't look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame but I can't understand the fuss."

"'Good guy' or 'bad guy', hero or anti-hero; doesn't matter to me, what role I play, only that the character has something magical."



Sunday, January 09, 2005

I got your paper, Mr. Luthor...

From dark horizons:
"Superman" has found his girl and bad guy. According to both trade papers today, Kate Bosworth is in negotiations to play Lois Lane and Kevin Spacey is locked in to play nemesis Lex Luthor in Bryan Singer's soon to shoot "Superman" movie for Warner Bros. The comic book film reunites the two actors who currently appear in Spacey's "Beyond the Sea". Bosworth reportedly beat out the likes of Claire Danes, Linda Cardellini and Michelle Monaghan for the role. Spacey will do a limited run of "The Philadelphia Story" at the Old Vic theater in the UK before moving to the Superman movie, which has a March 3rd start date at Fox Studios in Sydney. Singer recently talked a little about the plot - "It's not an origin story; I didn't want to remake what Richard Donner did so well in the original, and didn't want to tread on the great work they're doing on 'Smallville.' He's already part of the culture; he has left the planet. This is the story of his return".

There was a time when I really liked Kevin Spacey. Films such as: Glengarry Glen Ross (92), The Ref (94), Swimming with Sharks (94), The Usual Suspects (95), Se7en (95), A Time to Kill (96), L.A. Confidential (97 - may be his best performance), Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (97) and of course, American Beauty (99) were all made just a little better by his presence. Then there were the small or under-rated performances he gave in films like: Rocket Gibraltar (88), his unbelieveable supporting turn as Mel Profitt on the TV series Wiseguy (87/88), Henry & June (90), Consenting Adults (92) and Hurlyburly (98). Then there were the bad one's: The Negotiator (98), Pay It Forward (00), K-PAX (01), The Shipping News (01) and especially The Life of David Gale (03) - and the just plain perplexing one's: The Big Kahuna (99), Ordinary Decent Criminal (00 - as an Irish crimeboss), The United States of Leland (03, a nice try - but no dice) and even Beyond the Sea (04) which could have worked if he made it ten years ago (I even said back when I saw him in The Usual Suspects that "this guy should play Bobby Darin one day," I swear to God - I have witnesses).

So what the hell went wrong? Looking back at this filmography, it's easy to tell that the guy's made more "good" films than "bad" one's. Why then has the last five years or so been tough on the ol' Space-man? I think it has a little bit to do with winning his second Oscar (and first for Best Actor) for American Beauty, giving a good but not great performance for which he did not deserve an Oscar. Hollywood knows when you've really earned it or not. Look at Penn, he keeps getting great roles because the guy just doesn't have to work at it. Spacey is more of a stage-trained actor who will always look like he's playing some type of variation on the "Kevin Spacey" theme. Not to mention that the Oscar should have gone to the late, great Richard Farnsworth that year in David Lynch's The Straight Story (see my Farnsworth tribute under archives). So, what will Spacey bring to the role of Lex Luthor? My guess is: nothing Gene Hackman hasn't already done better. In my estimation, this is a typical (expected) and totally disappointing choice for the role of "the greatest criminal mind of our time". And Kate Bosworth gives new meaning to the term: "dry white toast." I must say, that after some great build-up, Singer's Man of Steel movie is starting to look like a total shit sandwich. Go figure.

I hope they prove me wrong...

Lex Luthor: "We all have our little faults. Mine's in California."



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