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  • The Stagg Party. Clip of the Day

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    Joe Swanberg has a new web series called The Stagg Party, which premiered this past Monday on IFC.com. It’s a documentary series about commercial photographer Ellen Stagg, who also appears briefly in Swanberg’s latest feature, Nights and Weekends. The show is very much NSFW, as it focuses on Stagg’s erotic photography work and features a lot of nudity. Therefore, it’s taken a few days for me to get a clip suitable for sharing here. Fortunately the upcoming third episode, from which the clip is taken, concentrates more on Stagg’s family than on her photo shoots. Here she chats with her brother, Jared, about how they first met.

    The series in general, and this clip in particular, is especially interesting to me, because I’ve known the Staggs for almost 15 years, and it’s kind of funny to see some family photos here that I’ve definitely seen before. It’s terrific that Ellen has become the subject of a series by Swanberg, whose previous web series Butterknife was presented by Spout.com. While I’ve been familiar with Ellen’s erotica photography for a long time, I’m actually learning a lot about the origins and the process of the work through this candid and humorously intimate series.

    For the first two episodes, which I must remind you are NOT SAFE FOR WORK, check out the Stagg Party page at IFC, and stay tuned for Episode 3, which debuts on Monday. Also, be sure and visit Ellen Stagg’s sexy photo blog, Stagg Street — again, when you’re NOT AT WORK. Unless you work with Sasha Grey.


    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog

  • D. Dubya Griffith

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    Abraham Lincoln  (1930)

    W.  (2008)

    At various turns, Abraham Lincoln (1930), D.W. Griffith’s first and most notorious sound film, comes off as the legendary director’s W.– the story of a simple, silly good ole boy’s rise to the U.S. Presidency. Walter Huston portrays young Abe as a tough but bumbling doof, romantic daydreamer and idle underachiever. Even his bride-to-be, Mary Todd, curses him as a “country baboon” at one point. But the rest of the film illustrates every last Honest Abe tall tale. Well, in that sense, it’s a lot like W., too: When in presidential mode, Huston’s Lincoln is as uncanny a reproduction of a national myth as Josh Brolin’s George W. Bush is of a national disgrace.

    At other moments, Abraham Lincoln is Griffith’s Nixon, a strong example of a film director tempering his political convictions in order to embrace an unlikely subject. The filmmaker who re-invigorated the Ku Klux Klan with Birth of a Nation treats the Great Emancipator as a complex, admirable character. Early on, Griffith establishes wild young Lincoln as the hardiest fighter, drinker and railsplitter in Illinois. He’s a brash man’s man but gets all goofy and impulsive around his first great love, society girl Anne Rutledge (Una Merkel) . Griffith presents this historically contested relationship (no solid evidence of the affair with married Rutledge exists) as the experience that sobered Abe into mature leadership. Anne’s sudden death from typhoid sends Abe into a depressed stupor from which he emerges sounding like a far-seeing prophet.

    During Lincoln’s rise as a self-taught Illinois lawyer and legislator, he catches the eye of feisty debutante Mary Todd (Kay Hammond), whose society matchmakers are steering her toward powerhouse Democratic Senator Stephen A. Douglas. “A lot of people seem to think a man named, uh, Abraham Lincoln is going even further than Mr. Douglas,” Mary says. Her friend shrieks,”Why Mary Todd, have you gone crazy? You compare an unknown cornfield lawyer with a brilliant, cultured gentleman like Stephen A. Douglas?” (This is screenwriting for our times: transparent as a Baggie.)

    But no one is more down on Lincoln than old Abe himself: “[I] got less property and owe more debts than anybody that ever run for legislature.” When Ms. Todd aggressively pursues him, he panics: “That woman scares me… smart as pepper and pretty, too.” Even at the wedding, when advised to take a drink to calm his nerves, he frets, “My legs are too frightened to pay any attention to liquor.”

    After triumphing at the famed Lincoln-Douglas debate on the abolition of slavery, Lincoln nevertheless loses the race for Illinois seat in the U.S. Senate to Democratic incumbent Douglas. He remains wracked with self-loathing. “I’m 50 years old… a failure at everything. If I died today, nobody’d ever know I’d lived.” A moment later a Republican party representative reports that the debates have made Lincoln a national figure and asks that he become the party’s candidate for president.

    Tensions in the South are “boiling over” as Abe puts it, illustrated by a brief scene of a dashing Virginian of Rhett Butler looks and Ashley Wilkes manners exhorting a pro-slavery mob. The man declares personal war on “every abolitionist who dares defile the soil of Old Virginia!” “Who’s that?” says a bystander. “Oh, that’s the actor John Wilkes Booth. He can’t act, but the women don’t know it.”

    Griffith shows a nice bit of narrative economy by indicating Lincoln’s election victory through a simple, quiet closeup of Mary’s hand scratching out the word “Passenger” on a luggage tag and replacing it with “President” in her dainty script. Abe laughs warmly offscreen, and we see his hand pat Mary’s. “Awww, Mary…”

    In Abraham Lincoln, the president’s advisers oppose his drumbeat to civil war (like the lefties, moderates and traditional conservatives who questioned Bush’s Iraq War) and attempt to control him (like Bush’s neocon puppetmasters): “Then we agree… that we must yield to the demands of the South and evacuate Fort Sumter. We agree that our president must be firmly guided by us. We must make every effort to control his inexperienced judgment.” Abe’s not having it. He steps up and asserts his role as the decider: “I will shoulder all responsibility,” he says, ordering relief troops to Fort Sumter in preparation for a Confederate assault. Griffith’s, Huston’s and cinematographer Karl Struss’s finest moment in the film lingers on Lincoln’s grave reaction after having just signed a request for 75,000 troops to kick off the war. A daugerrotype come to chilling life.

    Speaking of: Huston’s resemblance to Lincoln grows more astonishing as he “ages” decades, adopting the famous jawline beard and stovepipe hat. (Good thing, since, in an early scene where Abe seduces Ms. Rutledge, Huston wears heavy silent movie eyeliner and lipstick that evoke his granddaughter Anjelica Huston circa 1988.) The screen Mary Todd Lincoln and Ulysses S. Grant are also shocking photocopies of the originals.

    Abraham Lincoln is remembered as one of Griffith’s worst films because of its stilted dawn-of-the-talkies dialogue and staging, but I found it to be at least as dynamic and diverting a political cartoon as Oliver Stone’s latest historical tossed salad. Kill the sound and you’ll catch some signature Griffith moments of visual play, like the montage of marching boots, cavalry and cannons assembling for war in an insane rush. His whip pans to visual punchlines pack as much wit and electricity as John Ford’s. Griffith’s legacy lies in these scattered contributions to film grammar and the art of historical pageantry, not his politics or historical accuracy. Oliver Stone is staring at a similar, enviable fate.


    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog

  • What Just Happened? Review

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    The Player  (1992)

    Sunset Boulevard  (1950)

    Hollywood has been making movies about movies almost as long as they’ve been making movies. But what’s the appeal of a movie about a movie? Assuming there is one; according to Box Office Mojo, a movie about a movie hasn’t grossed significantly over $100 million in twenty years, and that one had the obvious advantage of offering a glimpse into the marriage of a cartoon bombshell and a rabbit.

    But what is it that makes the legitimately great Hollywood movies––the Sunset Boulevards, the Bad and the Beautifuls, the Players –– legitimately great? Maybe at some point, they were able to convincingly offer the illusion that one had been temporarily invited into an inner sanctum, seen the secret lives of stars, given a lesson in how the sausage is made, but today it’s hard to imagine anyone really believing that a given film has the power to blow the lid off the dream factory. The great Hollywood movies do traffic in the illusion of taking the viewer “inside,” but by layering irony, melodrama, and critique, they never fully strip Hollywood of its inherent mystery, which verges on mysticism. Hollywood plays itself best when reinforcing the tenants of its own myth, particularly those involving stars. At the end of a serious film about the movies, even a bone-dry satire like The Player, we’re supposed to walk away remaining a bit mystified as to the way that world works, as if it’s beyond and above both the constraints and the moral codes of “real life.” Old Hollywood reinforced its structuring lies by making movies which pushed the tacit understanding that us mere mortals would be out of our league if ever asked to operate under Hollywood’s dark laws.

    What Just Happened? doesn’t feel like a serious film, but that’s not necessarily a reason to not recommend it. The reason to not recommend it is that it has no concept of that sense of mystery, and without it, it feels like there’s nothing at stake. And also, its best joke is the suggestion that Bruce Willis might be concerned with his own artistic integrity. Lacking any sense of connection to classical Hollywood meta-mythology yet filled with late 20th century cliche (Hollywood: it employs a lot of Jews!), Barry Levinson’s dramatization of real-life producer Art Linson’s memoir plays a lot like a feature-length episode of Entourage with a severe shortage of bimbos and hanger-on douchebags. If that sounds like an improvement on the Entourage formula, well, sort of. But the three sources of tensions entangled in Linson’s script never amount to much, which this isn’t a disappointment, exactly, because it was always clear they didn’t have any real weight to begin with.

    Sprinkled with sore-thumb julienne-cut transitions and the odd deadpan dream sequence, What Just Happened? is an impatient zoom through a couple of days in the life of a harried super-producer (Robert DeNiro) modeled on Linson (who also produced this film). DeNiro battles a number of roughly-sketched personal problems and completely mundane professional problems. Like the Hollywood blockbusters his Linson clone produces (but which the film never sufficiently skewers), each of Happened?’s conflicts can be boiled down to a single, high-concept, 20 words or less logline that leaves no loose end untied. He’s got two weeks to get an addled artiste to tone down his ultraviolent Sean Penn vehicle before Cannes! He’s got three days to get Bruce Willis to stop throwing tantrums and shave his beard before the cameras roll! He’s got an open invite for nooners with his ex-wife, even though she’s clearly sleeping with a screenwriter with an argyle fetish! Of course, the best moments have nothing to do with any of these ticking time bombs; DeNiro is able to momentarily resucitate interest when animating Linson in his down time–when he quietly breaks out the Just For Men, when he slips into an angry fantasy at a funeral and then slips right out again. Otherwise, he’s just playing connect the dots.

    That the bulk of the narrative streams out from a disasterous out-of-town test screening is unfortunate. As you may have heard by now, What Just Happened premiered at Sundance in January as a title with “buzz”, but once unveiled it was greeted with general indifference. Its Cannes premiere went a bit better, but an American distribution deal still proved elusive, and producers 2929 Entertainment eventually gave up the hunt for a suitor and decided to release the film through sister company Magnolia. You almost wonder if a cataclysmic premiere in another town would have been preferable — at least distaste or disgust might have aroused curiosity. You’d imagine there’d be more gravy to milk from anger than from a shrug. As it is, you can understand why buyer interest would be restrained. What Just Happened? is rarely unpleasant, but it even more rarely feels like it’s doing much of anything at all.


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  • 10 Virgins Who Lost It On a Road Trip

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    Cherry Hill High  (1976)

    The Last Detail  (1973)

    Road Trip  (2000)

    Almost Famous  (2000)

    Fat Girl  (2001)

    Crossroads  (2002)

    Mouth to Mouth  (2006)

    College  (2008)

    Sex Drive  (2008)

    As far as Hollywood is concerned, the best way to lose one’s virginity is on the road. Whether driving cross-country for a sure thing or making a weekend trip to the state university in an attempt to get laid, teens are always taking sex-seeking trips in the movies. Already this year, there was College, which featured some high school kids having sex on a campus far from home, and now this week sees the release of Sex Drive, a movie about a guy traveling 500 miles in order to hook up a girl he met online, just so he doesn’t begin college a virgin.

    Though it may be wrong to celebrate movies that could possibly be encouragement for online predators and purveyors of sex tourism, we present some of our favorite cinematic virgins who lost it on a road trip:

    (Warning: potential spoilers ahead.)

    Kyle Edwards (DJ Qualls) in Road Trip (2000)

    This movie has to be the first on anyone’s mind when thinking about virginity loss on a road trip. Not necessarily because of the title, either. Kyle’s first time is simply one of the most memorable sexual initiations ever put on film. With all due respect to the large ladies out there, seeing Kyle shyly get it on with big girl Rhonda (Mia Amber Davis) is hilarious. Of course, much of the humor of the scene also comes from how scrawny, pale and dorky Kyle is.

    Lucy Wagner (Britney Spears) in Crossroads (2002)

    After deciding not to lose her virginity in the boring setting of home-territory, Lucy embarks on a trip that will see her meet her mother for the first time, enter a singing contest, and have her first sexual experience with a guy she’s just recently met. It’s a little more romantic than it sounds, though, as her chosen partner has just co-written a song with her, and he’s made sure to initiate the encounter near an open window providing a view of the ocean. Even if this guy turns out to be a jerk later on, it has to be worth it, because there’s no way a girl could have a more special first time than that.

    Sherry (Ellen Page) in Mouth to Mouth (2005)

    Before she became an icon of teen pregnancy, future Oscar-nominee Ellen Page appeared in this indie, which featured the following plot synopsis: “How Sherry loses her virginity, her illusions and her lip ring in one trippy road trip across Europe.” As you can see in the video above, it’s not quite as special a first time as Britney got.

    William Miller (Patrick Fugit) in Almost Famous (2000)

    One of the benefits of being a band on tour is all the road sex from groupies galore. But do tag-along journalists usually get such perks, too? They do if they’re virginal teenagers, and the groupies are as gracious as the typically non-intercourse-having “Band-Aides.” Based on director Cameron Crowe’s own first time while on the road with rock bands in the 1970s, young Rolling Stone reporter William manages the perfect teen male fantasy by being deflowered by three hot female rock fans.

    Jeremiah ‘Jam’ Bruce (Sam Huntington) in Detroit Rock City (1999)

    Another reason to believe that teens of the ’70s commonly lost their virginity while en route to rock concerts. In this movie, the experience isn’t as much a fantasy as the one in Almost Famous, though it is nearly as unbelievable. Jam and his buddies travel from Cleveland to Detroit for a Kiss show, and it just so happens that the kid’s crush, Beth, has apparently also made the trip and followed him into a church, where they do it in a confessional booth. And after Jam officially becomes a man, he has the strength to finally stand up to his mom.

    Seaman Larry Meadows (Randy Quaid) in The Last Detail (1973)

    It’s one thing for a guy to want to lose his virginity before he goes to college; it’s another for a guy to need to lose it before beginning an 8-year sentence behind bars. While being escorted by two fellow sailors (Jack Nicholson and Otis Young) to Portsmouth Naval Prison, Meadows is shown a good time on the road, and while he doesn’t manage to experience “the big one” in the sequence above, he finally does the deed courtesy of his buddies and a young prostitute played by Carol Kane.

    The girl who does it in a shark tank in Cherry Hill High (1977)

    While on a post-graduation long-distance bicycle trip, a group of girls hold a contest to see who can lose her virginity in the most creative way. If the prize went to the most dangerous deflowering, certainly the first girl to get it on would have sealed the deal, because her first time is with a shark wrangler in a shark tank. (to see a slideshow clip of the scene, click on the above still.)

    Tenoch Iturbide (Diego Luna) and Julio Zapata (Gael Garcia Bernal) in Y Tu Mama Tambien (2001)

    Best friends Tenoch and Julio are anything but virginal when they embark on a road trip with the beautiful, older Luisa (Maribel Verdu), but by the end of their little vacation, they do end up having an experience that could be technically considered a loss of virginity.

    Anais Pingot (Anais Reboux) in Fat Girl (2001)

    In one of the most shocking endings ever, 12-year-old Anais accomplishes her goal of the summer while traveling from her vacation home back to Paris. If you’ve never seen it before, I don’t want to spoil it (the above video is merely the film’s trailer), but I’ll say one thing: it may be the most startling intentional loss of virginity ever put on film.


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  • Dueling Space Odysseys. Trade Roughage 10/17/08

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    • Brad Pitt will produce and may star in an outer space version of The Odyssey for Warner Bros., and the studio is looking to sign George Miller as director. It is indeed an interesting project for Pitt since he also starred in Troy, which was kind of an adaptation of Homer’s The Iliad. But even more interesting is the fact that this isn’t the first Odyssey in space movie announced this week. On Monday, Ridley Scott described his next project as “The Odyssey by way of Blade Runner.”
    • Pitt may also play Oakland A’s general manager Billy Beane (labeled one of the “New Einsteins” in the latest Mental_Floss) in an adaptation of the nonfiction book Moneyball: The Art of Winning an Unfair Game from screenwriter Steve Zaillian (American Gangster) and director David Frankel (The Devil Wears Prada).
    • Star Wars geek Kevin Smith is at last making his own sci-fi movie, a father-son comedy set in outer space that “will reference other sci-fi movies.” Hopefully it will be as good as Spaceballs and Galaxy Quest, but looking at both the history of sci-fi comedies and the Bluntman and Chronic stuff at the end of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back leaves me thinking it will be more 2001: A Space Travesty.
    • It’s that time of the year when studios decide if their Oscar hopefuls are ready or not. Dimension is currently weighing the possibility of The Road being pushed to 2009, and now Paramount has announced that expected contender The Soloist won’t be released until March while Defiance will barely make the calendar cut with a limited drop on December 31.
    • On this crowded news day, here are some other notable bits: David Bergstein is consolodating several companies, including THINKfilm and Capitol Films, for a new venture headed by former New Line exec David Tuckerman;  F. Gary Gray replaces Frank Darabont as director of Law-Abiding Citizen; Bourne 4 moves ahead with a screenwriter; Max Payne is expected to be #1 at the box office this weekend, unless of course some figures from Florida are miscounted permitting Oliver Stone’s W. to win the top spot.

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  • Angelina Jolie’s Lips Morph Into The Cieling of the Sistine Chapel

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    Don’t ask. Just see for yourself.

    [Via Frangry]


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