With Ziggy Stardust for a father, Major Tom for an uncle and, presumably, the spiders from Mars for assorted in-laws, is it any wonder that Duncan Jones chose a science fiction project to mark his feature film debut?
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It's a fact that several of Woody Allen's movies have found him paired on-screen with women decades his junior (Mira Sorvino, Tiffani Thiessen, Mariel Hemingway, etc.). But with Whatever Works, it appears the 73-year-old filmmaker finally drew the line and elected to pair 21-year-old Evan Rachel Wood with someone closer to her own age.
So he sent in 62-year-old Larry David to pinch-hit.
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Moviegoers hoping that Public Enemies would have been the film to save the summer season from its own worst impulses will be disappointed to learn that the Michael Mann production, while hardly part of the problem, is certainly no solution. A classy motion picture whose individual moments are greater than the whole, this period gangster saga may be filled with exciting gun battles yet can't deliver the firepower in ways that matter the most: empathy, originality, and a willingness to burrow beneath the legend.
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Beyoncé performed last week in Atlanta, and she brought local radio guy/stuntman Cubby (from 96.1's Brotha Fred's AM Mayhem) on stage to show off a little of his moves. Here's the video:
If you're wondering WHY Cubby was chosen to get up on stage with Beyoncé, you obviously haven't seen THIS video (which to date has had 3,455,678 hits):
To help you sort through the myriad of junk that is scattered throughout the web, we've consolidated a few choice virals that we found particularly watchable for whatever reason. From the funny and the interesting, to the just plain sad, here are our virals of the week.
First up, Bro. Franklin gives his offering to the church ... after busting a serious move, that is.
What makes this video so shit-your-pants funny is the half punch/half slap combo the reporter puts on the drunk. It's like he couldn't commit to all out violence, yet, at the same time, he wanted to teach the intruder a lesson.
It's a little old by now, but this video still captivates me. This is one of the most elaborate pranks ever. Kudos to all those who were involved.
This simply hasn't been a good week for celebrities. Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, and now, Billy Mays (celebrity is bit of a stretch, but we still include him). Here is a rap tribute to the indomitable spirit of the infomercial icon. The synchronization of Mays' moves to the music is perfect.
By Matt Brunson
To both my horror and delight -- horror because of my general disdain for the Michael Bay oeuvre, delight because of my desire to enjoy every picture I see (contrary to popular belief, film critics don't enter a theater wanting to hate the movie; what sort of dreary, masochistic career would that make?) -- I somewhat dug 2007's Transformers, writing in my original review that "even folks who wouldn't know a Transformer from a Teletubby can expect to have a good time" and praising the film for being "decidedly more character-driven than expected" and "balancing action with emotion." For this, I credited the presence of executive producer Steven Spielberg, who was described in the press notes as being a "hands-on producer" during the making of a film that, in its best moments, recalled the mirth of Spielberg's own 1980s output. Well, Spielberg must have been on an extended vacation and far away from the set during the making of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, a perfectly dreadful sequel that's the filmic equivalent of a 150-minute waterboarding session.
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by Matt Brunson
Making a weepie for mass audiences can't be that hard: Just place a person in a tragic situation and steer clear of the resultant flood. But making a weepie that doesn't feel manipulative, exploitive or sloppily sentimental is another matter altogether. With My Sister's Keeper, an adaptation of Jodi Picoult's novel, director-cowriter Nick Cassavetes largely succeeds in respecting both his subject matter and his audience.
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by Matt Brunson
One of the best films of 2008, director Sam Mendes' Revolutionary Road offered a powerful and penetrating study of a bickering couple trapped by the conformity they felt defined -- and controlled -- their lives. Mendes' latest picture takes a different tack, examining a loving pair who forge their own path in an attempt to find their place in the world. It's a nice about-face for the director, even if the results prove to be wildly uneven.
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By Matt Brunson
Michelle Pfeiffer has been excellent in all manner of movies, but in such period pieces as The Age of Innocence and Dangerous Liaisons, she has proven to be especially memorable, ably portraying passionate yet stifled women who find themselves as constricted by the mores of society as by the corsets they don under their dresses. In Cheri, the movie itself is the corset, strangling the actress and everything surrounding her until all the breath has been driven out of the material.
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