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  • Andrew Johnston, 1968-2008, Friend to Critics, Geeks

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    TV and film critic Andrew Johnston (long with Time Out New York, more recently a contributor at The House Next Door) died over the weekend at age 40, after a battle with cancer. I didn’t know Andrew personally, but I knew his writing through his Mad Men recaps at The House, which this season I began religiously checking every Sunday night after watching each new episode twice in a row. Now House Next Door creator Matt Zoller Seitz has published a tribute to Johnston, which is a must-read whether you’re familiar with his criticism or not.

    Two things pop out: first, Johnston leaves behind a legacy of supporting other film and media writers, most notably by helping them get jobs. As Seitz writes,

    He believed in talent and originality and singularity of artistic expression, and he dedicated his professional and personal life to seeking out those qualities, nurturing them and doing all he could to help anyone who exemplified them find an audience…Many, many more working critics have their own versions of these anecdotes. The all end the same way: Andrew gave me my start.

    And second, if as a member of the critics community Johnston was active in nurturing underdogs, as a critic he did the same. Seitz details Johnston’s fight, as a member of the exclusive New York Film Critics Circle, to push to have The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King recognized by the older-skewing, arguably elitist group as the Best Picture of its year. He succeeded, and it was a victory for more than that specific film:

    Andrew considered it the award not just a deserved accolade for a mammoth and unexpectedly well-executed project, but a bouquet tossed to fantasy and science fiction buffs whose enthusiasms were more often mocked by the critical establishment. The NYFCC award paved the way for Return of the King to sweep the Oscars that year, and for other critics to proclaim their love of the trilogy openly, without the usual qualifiers.


    You can read Seitz’s full piece here.


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  • Zack and Miri Make a Porno Review

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    Chasing Amy  (1997)

    This review originally appeared during Fantastic Fest. Zack and Miri opens wide (no pun intended) tomorrow.

    Believe the hype––at least, to a certain extent. Zack and Miri Make a Porno is Kevin Smith’s all-around high score for the current decade, and as a date movie for the demographic looking for a formula of 5% genuine romance underneath 95% poop and dick jokes, it’s way more fun than the film that made Seth Rogen a plausible leading man, Knocked Up. But what’s really exciting about is its seemingly autobiographical subtext referencing Smith’s own career –– which, unfortunately, is thrown in the flaming trash can of traditional romantic comedy in the film’s final twenty minutes, but which nonetheless makes Zack and Miri seem more heartfelt than any View Askew production since Chasing Amy.

    It’s the night before Thanksgiving, and all through the town, everyone’s bitter and desperate to get laid. In a working class suburb of Pittsburgh, in the midst of a realistically icy, muddy, shitty winter, lifelong best friends and roommates Zack (Rogen) and Miri (Elizabeth Banks, finally proving to me that she’s a different person than Rachel McAdams) work menial jobs and are nowhere near able to pay their bills. (Side note: it’s interesting that Smith, currently at his most bloated in memory––he’s been thrilling crowds for months with a story of being so fat that he broke a toilet––has made his most convincing film yet about the frustrations of being skint.) At their exceptionally depressing high school reunion set to the pop hits of 1998 (Marcy Playground and MASE, finally playlist bedmates once again), Zack and Miri discover from a former classmate’s porn star significant other that they (and Miri’s pair of oversized granny panties) have become accidental YouTube stars. Zack has an epiphany: if people are already looking at their asses on the internet for free, why not get paid for it?

    By this point, Zack and Miri have had their heat, water and power shut off, so they discuss the moral finer points whilst huddled around a trashcan hobo fire in their living room. If being a DIY porn star is such a simple route to quick cash, Miri wonders, “Why doesn’t everyone do it?” In fact, Zack and Miri would appear to be uniquely qualified for the job: they’re poor, but unlike most poor people, they’re media savvy, free of the moral constraints of any particular religious or ideological affiliation, and, essentially, alone in the universe, with no family or significant other to impress or disappoint aside from each other. These are, of course, some of the same factors that will lead Zack and Miri to inevitably fall in love.

    For a film in which the two leads discover their mutual true love via sex work, the convolutions of Zack and Miri’s romantic narrative are sadly old hat. What’s really exciting about the film is the glimpses it offers into the mind and soul of a garden variety suburban loser who finds his true talent behind the camera. In some ways a Mickey Rooney/Judy Garland “let’s put on a show!” movie with lightsaber dildos instead of a barn, Zack and Miri feels like a personal portrait of a nerd who figures out how to be somebody by turning on other nerds for a living. There are even patches of dialogue that seem like they could have been lifted from Smith’s days preparing Clerks. “You want to shoot a dirty movie here? Where we work?” asks Zack’s incredulous fellow barista. “You don’t know how many stories I have just from working here,” Zack responds with a weary shake of the head. Later, when Zack’s own spirit needs lifting, the same co-worker reminds him that their pornographic exploits have opened them up to “a world of possibilities, where plain old people like us could do something special.” Could there be a plainer reference to Smith’s own charmed career path from suburban comic nerd to God of Suburban Comic Nerds?

    But though Rogen and Banks have surprisingly convincing sexual tension and their relationship itself is one of the film’s selling points, it’s Smith’s handling of the romance in relation to the porno that ultimately steers the film into disappointing territory. In unnecessarily tearing the couple apart at the exact moment when they should be deciding to be together, Smith accomplishes two things: he makes his film twenty minutes longer than it needs to be, and he completely abandons the idea that making porn movies (or, metaphorically speaking, any kind of movie) is not only a valid occupation, but the outlet through which Zack finds himself as a creative person and as a man. In the end, Zack and Miri’s romance reaches its predictable (and satisfying) resolution, but their porno remains in limbo, and with it languishes the idea that art––however depraved––can save a loser’s life.


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  • Halloween Movies: TCM 48 Hours of Horror

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    Cat People  (1942)

    White Zombie  (1932)

    Mr. Sardonicus  (1961)

    The Tingler  (1959)

    If you want to stay home and watch movies on Halloween but actually getting your hands on the full slate of films on our Six Degrees of Frankenstein marathon seems like too much trouble, consider Turner Classic Movies your back-up. The channel began its 48 Hours of Horror this morning at 6:15 with a showing of Mad Love, the Peter Lorre-starring tale of fatal attraction for which I am a total nerd. Highlights coming up over the next two days include:

    • William Castle’s Mr. Sardonicus (about a Baron who digs up the decomposing corpse of his dead dad to retrieve a lottery ticket, goes into shock and emerges with his face fixed in a grotesque grin), and his more famous but more gimmicky The Tingler.
    • I Walked With a Zombie already played this morning, but there are two more to come from producer Val Lewton: Cat People (7:30 AM Friday) and The Body Snatcher (3:30 pm Friday). The latter features both Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi, and was directed by Robert Wise.
    • A clear precurson to Lewton’s work is White Zombie, starring Lugosi, which plays at 2:15 tomorrow. Kevin Buist wrote about the film in his piece on the science behind zombie fiction.
    • Halloween night is devoted to four films based on the work of H.P. Lovecraft. The only one I’ve seen is Die, Monster, Die, an AIP pic from 1965 starring my classic horror boyfriend, Boris Karloff. The TCM page for this drive-in classic sums up the bizarro plot better than I ever could: “Karloff assumes the role of Nahum Witley, a paraplegic scientist whose remote estate (with an enormous crater nearby) is visited by milquetoast American Stephen Rinehart (TV’s former “Johnny Yuma” and Japanese monster stalwart Nick Adams), an old college paramour of Witley’s daughter, Susan (Suzan Farmer). The locals don’t take kindly to the Witley family, and weird vegetation seems to be growing everywhere. As it turns out, Stephen was summed by the scientist’s ailing wife (Freda Jackson), who wants her daughter to escape. A mysterious glowing greenhouse, eerie howling within the house, and malevolent vines all figure in the horrific goings-on, linked to a radioactive meteorite which threatens to consume them all.” Also, it features some of the creepiest shitty hologram effects I’ve ever seen. Check out the trailer above.

    Check out the full line-up at TCM.com.


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  • Roger Ebert’s Code For Critics: Don’t Be Ben Lyons

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    Behold, Roger’s Little Rule Book, Ebert’s lengthy, biting, and hilarious list of dos and don’ts for professional film critics.

    All of Ebert’s suggestions are good, although I especially like the one about “No posing for photos” with famous people (”No movie star ever wants to do this. They may smile, but they’re gritting their teeth”), with the exception made for “real photos of you really with a movie star…taken at a real event by a real other person unknown to you who didn’t ask anyone if he could take it.”  But also, as Gary Susman notes at PopWatch, most of the Rules seem to directly reference Ebert’s At the Movies replacement, Ben Lyons.

    It goes beyond the fact that Lyons is the undisputed king of posing for photos with stars. Ebert suggests that it’s probably neither a good idea to engage in “verbal parallelism” along the lines of “I like women in real life, but I didn’t like The Women,” nor to make unsupportable predictions like “I challenge anyone who goes to see [Hamlet 2] not to sing the words to ‘Rock Me, Sexy Jesus’ for years to come.” Both of those examples are things that Lyons actually said on the revamped version of Ebert’s old show. Etc.

    Such jabs at his successor must come from a place of bitterness, but it’s to Ebert’s credit that he doesn’t make it a personal attack (well, beyond quoting Lyons inane statements virtually word-for-word — but at least he doesn’t name names, right?) The Rule Book started as damage control over that whole Tru Loved debacle (in which Ebert gave the film a negative review, only admitting at the end of the write-up that he turned the screener off after 8 minutes) . It’s sort of ingenious that Ebert managed to turn a perceived lapse in his own critical integrity into an opportunity to devise a manifesto in support of maintaining the standards of his profession in a time of crisis. What’s devastating about it, is that no matter how right on the Rules seem to the five of us who care about these things, reiterating The Way Things Should Be won’t be enough to change the way things are — there seems to be no stopping the rise of blurb-whoring advertorial and the slide of real criticism into obscurity.


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  • Not For Your Eyes: Controversial Movie Posters

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    Ali G Indahouse  (2004)

    Shoot 'Em Up  (2007)

    Captivity  (2007)

    Teeth  (2007)

    Wanted  (2008)

    Choke  (2008)

    Writercutters

    Movie posters have become increasingly more controversial in the past decade, or else people have become a lot more sensitive. Either way, it seems like there’s a new and controversial movie poster or billboard being banned somewhere. Usually it’s for one of two reasons: sex or violence, with violence being far more popular. One of the first sexually banned posters I could find was 1981’s For Your Eyes Only, which featured an A-frame design that was banned. It wasn’t so much the vaginal roof as it was the exposed buttocks, so they had to release a retouched version that covered more derriere.

    It’s been more than 25 years since that poster was sent back to the drawing board, so why do posters keep getting banned? Marketing people know that controversy can turn into a marketing campaign of its own, so maybe they’re pushing the boundaries in the vein of “there’s no such thing as bad publicity.” With that in mind, here’s a look at controversial movie posters from the past several years. Prepare your innocent eyes and take a look after the break.

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    Zack and Miri Make a Porno

    Zack And Miri Make A Porno

    Most people never would have even heard of this controversy if the MPAA hadn’t banned it right in the middle of the Toronto Film Festival. Which is even weirder because Canada didn’t have a problem with it. The image is more funny than offensive… and is it even offensive? As a result Kevin Smith came up with the stick figure drawings that you see everywhere now, which is a clever way to get around the censors and “stick” it to the MPAA. Now I’ve reached my bad pun quote for this post.

    Choke

    Choke

    The poster for this Chuck Palahniuk adaptation not only cleverly combines the activity that XXX uses to solicit money from strangers, but it also comments on his obsession with sex and women. Plus, it recalls the cover of the famous June 1978 cover of Hustler magazine that featured a nude woman going into a meat grinder. Well, at least she has high heels on in the Choke poster.

    Wristcutters

    Wristcutters

    This poster caused controversy even before it was released, and had groups of parents protesting because they thought it glorified suicide. While I’m not sure how the image of a wrist with a red line through it on a yellow warning sign makes suicide look glamorous… but where were these poeple when M.A.S.H. decided to use “Suicide is Painless” for the theme song? For shame, protesters.

    Ali G Indahouse

    Ali G Indahouse

    This poster was withdrawn in the United Kingdom after more than 100 people complained about it being viewable in public where kids could see it. Even though his hand covers more than most modern-day bikinis. It didn’t hurt the film though, it was ranked #1 in the UK when it was released. Despite that, the distribution company was told they’d have to have all of their posters pre-screened for the next two years. Ouch.

    Shoot Em Up

    Shoot ‘Em Up

    The UK also didn’t like two of the movie posters for Shoot ‘Em Up, saying that they glorified violence and the use of guns. Did they even see the movie, or anything involving a gun in the past umpteen years? Specifically, groups objected to the lines in Giamatti’s poster that read “Just another family man making a living.” Even though the distribution company argued that the guns weren’t pointed at the viewer, they still got yanked.

    Teeth

    Teeth

    Even X-ray images aren’t safe from censorship, as proven by the movie poster for Teeth. If you know what the film is about, then this poster makes a lot of sense (and is funny, to boot) but if you had no idea then this poster probably would make you more curious than concerned. Unless you’re an x-ray technician, in which case you normally see stuff like this.

    Captivity

    Captivity

    These billboards were yanked down in Los Angeles and removed from taxi tops in New York after the “wrong files were sent to the printer.” That sure is hard to swallow. You mean there’s no way to check or proof work between sending a file to a printer and then spotting it on an enormous billboard? Lionsgate blamed Distribution partner After Dark for the gaffe, went with the ant farm version, and they both went on to see the movie tank. I guess there is such a thing as bad publicity.

    Wanted

    Wanted

    Anti-violence struck again in the United Kingdom when it decided that posters for this Angelina Jolie / James McAvoy movie glorified violence. Again, it’s not just the depiction of guns, but also the slogan “Six weeks ago I was just like you… and then I met her… and my world was changed forever.” Apparently the British Advertising Standard Authority thought that meant life is better as a high-paid assassin, and not just getting to hang around with Angelina Jolie.

    Dying Breed

    Dying Breed

    Not to be outdone by the UK, Australia recently banned posters for this film from bus stands around the country. People that they were just a bit too graphic, and it probably isn’t the first thing you’d want to see on your way to lunch. Still, it’ll be visible in cinema foyers, online, and just about everywhere else.


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  • The Simpsons Mad Men Parody. Clip of the Day.

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    Frankenstein  (1931)

    The Shining  (1980)

    The leaves are turning, the air is crisp, it could only mean one thing: the time is now for the best Simpsons episode of the year, The Treehouse of Horror Halloween Special. They’ve done a good job this year of building buzz, especially around the portion of the episode that spoofs Mad Men. The episode airs Sunday, November 2, and 8 pm on Fox.

    In the above video we get a glimpse of the segment’s title, How to Get Ahead in Dead-Vertising. This is fantastic news: it means that the piece will be properly ghoulish, and it also means that it may not be only an homage to Mad Men, but also to the classic 1989 advertising satire How to Get Ahead in Advertising. In that film, a successful ad executive suffers from a horrible boil on his neck. One day he wakes to find that the boil has developed into a face, which becomes his evil alter-ego. I would love to see that scenario played out with Homer on the Madison Avenue of the 1960’s.

    This also gets to the point of why The Simpsons Halloween episodes are always the best: there are way more movie references than usual. I was an obsessive Simpsons fan as a kid, and the Halloween episodes alone upped my pop culture literacy by several notches. The segment based on The Shining is a favorite of mine, and the Frankenstein spoof where Mr. Burns’ head ends up grafted on Homer’s shoulder gave me nightmares for weeks.


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