You flicksters make me so happy. While the rest of the world seemed adamant in expressing their hyperbolic disdain towards this single frame of Hathaway’s Catwoman , you guys were refreshingly level-headed about it. Nobody in the comments section of the Flicks page rampaged about the futuristic goggles or the lack of cat ears. Instead, y’all either drooled over her (and the bike) or expressed your slight concerns in a constructive manner without drawing conclusions. So, for being straight-up awesome in a troll-free comments board, I thank you from the rooftops of my Batman-loving heart. I’ll forgive the cat puns.
Sigourney Weaver
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YC8O-wMd3Vo
The high-class actress is unique in a number of ways. For one, I have never met/heard/mentally conceived another woman with the name Sigourney. For two, she’s the type of woman who mystically gets hotter with age, alongside Meryl Streep, Marisa Tomei, Halle Berry, I could dedicate 1000 words on the subject. For last, she of course made female badassery relevant by spraying herself with a can of anti-bitch and taking on the Queen xenomorph in Aliens. She’s well aware of her sci-feisty persona, avidly mocking herself in Galaxy Quest and more recently in Frost-Pegg bodacious better-than-Tim-Allen’s flick Paul. Pretty classy.
Ryan Gosling
It’s about time Rosling got some mainstream attention. You may argue that he already got his break with The Notebook (yeah, alright, whatevs), but with Blue Valentine, Crazy Stupid Love and the currently-in-post The Ides Of March, he’s respectively covered the indie-mainstream-Oscar market all within this year. I like the guy. He won me over with his SUPREME performances in the aforementioned Blue Valentine and Lars And The Real Girl. He deserves the publicity he’ll definitely gain in 2011. The dude’s probably due to sign up for a superhero movie over the coming years too. I know one that’s available.
How Buried was ruined for me (SPOILERS)
Don’t worry, I’m not going to make some ignorant comparison between Reynolds’ trapped-in-a-box movie and Franco’s 127 Hours. For the majority of Buried, I was digging it (pun win/fail) and IMSDHO*, Ryan Reynolds’ performance was one of the best I saw that year. For a movie set entirely inside a coffin, it captured me to the fullest extent. But then, he dies. After all the time we spend with him, worrying about him, sympathising with him, he dies. It’s not even in a particularly dramatic way. With a simple “sorry,” it cuts to black. Pretty damn weak.
*SD: Super Duper
Trailer Time: Killer Elite
I love this trailer for so many reasons. Right out the gate, they let you know exactly what the film’s about: Jason Statham vs. Clive Owen (and his fluffy, fluffy moustache). After an intense gun-chair fight, some shiny text states that the film’s based on a true story (ha!), followed shortly by “may the best killer win”. Within the 100 seconds we’re given, there are 8 gunshots, 7 kicks, 6 jabs, 4 explosions and 1 Rock You Like A Hurricane, topped off with a Statham punch to the Owen sack. Now that’s a trailer you can cook your steak to.
Body switch is not a genre
The Change-Up is releasing soon. It looks terrible, but never mind that. One of the main things that irritate me about how this film is being marketed is how they’re seemingly claiming “body-switch” to be a genre. Yo, Hollywood, it’s not. The only reason they’re implicitly claiming it to be a genre is to evade the fact that “body-switching” is a plotline that’s been mercilessly driven into the ground. Hopefully this won’t be a continuing trend, or else we may see the introduction of other movie “genres” like “colonialism”, “casual sex buddies” or “Denzel Washington trying to stop a train”.
Higglty Pigglty Pop! or there must be more to life
If you own Where The Wild Things Are on DVD/BD, then you’re probably aware of this short film. For the rest of you, I implore you to seek it out. A spoilt house dog leaves the quiet solitude of her owner’s cottage in order to see what the rest of the world can offer her. She applies for the lead role in Higglety Pigglety Pop and goes off to feed a baby in order to gain experience. It’s all pretty bonkers, but it works beautifully as a demonstration of how puppetry and animatronics still captivate in today’s CGI-heavy cinema world.
Mortal Kombaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!! *techno break*
I recently bought Mortal Kombat on Blu-ray. Don’t look at me like that. I can feel your judgemental gaze. Now I know it’s not “good” good, but it has that special kind of “bad” good that mixes in with some genuine “awesome” good.
The “awesome” good:
Great set designs.
Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa.
The techno remix theme song.
Unlike Street Fighter, the filmmakers had no problem making the Asian guy the lead character.
The “bad” good:
Hilariously dated CG effects.
Christopher Lambert.
Johnny Cage’s punch-him-in-the-nuts-and-run plan.
MK’s no Oscar winner, but it’s a god-damn buttload of corny entertainment. Annihilation can still GTFO.
