At Cinematical, Erik Davis notes that although some bloggers fretted that Sony Pictures Classics would allow The Wackness to “disappear in limited release … and be eaten by a Cabbage Patch Kid, or whatever,” the film actual opening weekend “numbers [were] pretty frickin’ awesome.” And yet, are said fretting bloggers “congratulating SPC on a job well done? Nope. Not at all.”
Nick Schwartz is unemployed. “Or, ‘between things,’ as I’ve been told to say,” he writes at ShortEnd Magazine. This leaves him lots of time to watch movies from the Brooklyn Public Library, read James Agee, and contemplate conflict avoidance: “I’m not some kind of idealistic idiot. ‘Shut The Fuck Up!’ might be some kind of bizarre, fanciful, Lumet-inspired concept of how New Yorkers are supposed to handle conflict.”
Who would make a final color-corrected master of their movie so that 70% of the theatrical audience wouldn’t be able to see the colors properly?” asks David S. Cohen at Thompson on Hollywood. “Apparently, the Wachowski Brothers.”
At Bright Lights After Dark, C. Jerry Kutner sends a Happy Birthday message to Janet Leigh, via appraisal of her little-seen, dancing-in-the-Manhattan-streets musical triumph, the Bob Fosse-choreographed My Sister Eileen. See a related clip above.
Some movies are violent, some are disturbing, and others are just plain wrong. Paul W. S. Anderson’s Death Race is a fun ride with some gnarly crashes, but it can’t hold a candle to its demented predecessor, Roger Corman’s Death Race 2000 (1975).
Cinema’s favorite weirdo, Cripsin Glover, is taking his film across the country, personally [...]
The Wachowski brothers are capable of pretty much anything. Including, for one, completely ruining one of the best graphic novels of all time.
I am no comic-book lover, but “Speed Racer” was ultrar-lame.
As is my spelling*