Author: Bob Westal (Page 261 of 265)

Writer guy Bob Westal was literally born in Hollywood and has commented on the worlds of movies, popular culture, politics, and food ever since. His interest in cocktails is more recent, but he made up for lost time with hundreds of “Drink of the Week” blog posts for Bullz-Eye. In addition to writing and editing, Bob also talks a lot.

Multiplex Mayhem: “Prince Caspian” Slowed by Bullz-Eye Curse?

I made it clear Friday that, my no-link vengeance notwithstanding, I didn’t see Walden and Disney Media suffering for making it next to impossible for Bullz-Eye to review the second “Chronicles of Narnia” film, “Prince Caspian.” But, suffer they did, though perhaps the blow was not fatal. To be fair, $56 million is always a tidy chunk of change, but a dyslexic comedown considering that expectations were closer to $80 million and the first “Narnia” film, “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” reversed the digits for a $65 million opening weekend. And, see, we reviewed that one!

Still, other theories abound. Nikki Finke blames the film’s more violent nature. At first blush, this makes absolutely no sense, since, well, Peter Jackson’s LOTR films didn’t exactly find this to be an impediment, but I’ll give her the possibility that a significant shift in tone could be responsible. I haven’t seen either movie, so I’ll leave actual viewers to judge whether she’s on the right track or not. However, she may be right if audiences come to the theater expecting strawberry shortcake, but find themselves served steak and eggs instead. On the other hand, Carl DiOrio notes that the film seems to be generating positive reaction, so that it may be sticking around through the fierce competition of this summer’s tent-poles flicks. Other factors might include a case of diminishing returns on religion-based marketing efforts, the subject of an interesting Hollywood Reporter article. Also, quite possibly, increasing gas prices , general economic malaise, and the fact that movies themselves are simply way too expensive these days are making parents think long and hard before spending their increasingly limited cash on the sequel to a movie their families enjoyed but perhaps failed to love. Or, maybe, it really is the curse of Bullz-Eye.

Speaking of curses, “Speed Racer” — despite netting some decent word of mouth at least among some parents I know — dropped to an ignominious fourth place in its second week with $7,645,000. However, I should add that the $160 million budget figure that I mentioned last week is now looking more like $120, so that makes the film $40 million worth less of a disaster for its makers. “What Happens in Vegas” defeated it by about $5 million, which does not warm the cockles of my Ashton Kutcher-disliking heart.

Triumphing over all — at least until next weeks return of Indiana Jones — “Iron Man” continues to evade missiles in the #2 spot with well over $31 million — it’s racked up a terrific $222,485,000 in only three weeks, and that’s just the domestic take. I saw “Iron Man” last night, as it happens, and it’s nice to know that a mix of solid storytelling, laughs mixed with dead serious subtext, an enjoyable romance and, of course, plenty of story-based thrills (even if somewhat muffed in the final act, partially because of a less than compelling main villain) still can add up to big dollars, on occasion.


Meanwhile in Indiewood…
Box-Office Mojo has mysteriously cut back on the amount of information this week to only the top 35 pictures (trying to boost premium memberships?), but I can still glean a few nuggets.

One is that director Tom McCarthy deserves a nod of congratulation for getting his low-key, small-scale drama, “The Visitor,” into this weekend’s top ten while playing in only 224 theaters. The film has been out for some six weeks now and our plaudits to Overture Films for giving this film the kind of slow, steady release it needs. Meanwhile, we won’t even tell you how the too-quickly released “Redbelt” has fared, despite being a solid enough, violentized update of the fun but creaky chestnut, “Golden Boy.” Also, both the Francophile-friendly thriller “Roman de Gare” and the kid-power opus “Son of Rambow” continue to do solid business.

Sadly, according to an article in yesterday’s L.A. Times, “solid” may no longer be good enough, thanks to the possible spread of the vicious home-run mentality that is slowly rotting mainstream Hollywood to smaller indie films as well, where even an epic drama about the violent and sexually charged life of a figure from history who remains both immensely popular (at least on t-shirts) and controversial forty years after his death (Steve Soderbergh’s “Che”) is having a hard time finding a distributor at Cannes. If some folks have their way, all indie films will soon be “My Big Fat Little Miss Pregnancy.”

Still, even with B.O. Mojo getting all stingy on us, at least Variety was kind enough to let us know of the very strong performance (roughly $15,000 per screen) in just three theaters of Norwegian director Joachim Trier’s critically lauded “Reprise,” a narratively adventurous coming of age film and just the kind of production that’s in real danger of complete marginalization. No surprise that it would be a dark horse, but if even an over the top, zany slapstick spy spoof like “OSS 117: Cairo – Nest of Spies” is considered marginal fare on the freakin’ art house circuit, there indeed may be trouble ahead. Ironic that, just as Americans are growing more comfortable with subtitles, the whole market for movies of any language that are something other than “filmed deals” may be drying up for a time.

Multiplex Mayhem: “Prince Caspian” to Fight Alone

There’s a slightly off vibe to this coming movie weekend. Hollywood is distracted by all the usual, largely indie-centric goings on at Cannes (though the response to the upcoming Dreamworks animated flick, “Kung Fu Panda” looks encouraging, critically speaking) and also by the big news that real-life (very) hardboiled Hollywood private eye Anthony Pellicano has an appointment with the slammer. And, with only one major new release coming on the heels of last weekend’s financially disastrous opening for “Speed Racer“, one movie is really poised to make a (PG rated) killing.

That new release is, of course, the second installment in the Narnia franchise, “Prince Caspian.” Regular readers of this feature will note a definite lack of Narnia pics to go with this, and that’s because, well, we’ve been ignored. There was no screening near enough for our esteemed Bullz-Eye critics to be able to catch it on time, and hence no pics for this blog. And, heck, while we’re at it, they’re getting no links to their movie website (my usual fallback when we don’t have a review up). That’ll show Disney and Walden Media for ignoring the likes of us.

Which is not to say they’re exactly quaking in their boots. As usually happens with non-lousy sequels to super-successful fantasy films. “Prince Caspian” seems safely on its way to stomping pretty much everything else this weekend, perhaps addding to the nearly $70 million opening of the first picture and making a cool $85 million, says Hollywood Reporter prognosticator Carl DiOrio. With decent enough reviews, there doesn’t seem to be any reason for the film not to outdo the prior installment. Still, as Variety reminds us, the prince’s reign will be shortlived, because next week the Shia LaBeouf-aided return of the Indiana Jones megafranchise is certain to dominate anything and everything when it comes to big mainstream films.

To my mind, the only suspense this weekend regards whether or not “Speed Racer” will hold on to its tenuous second place or drop further behind the leggy mass popularity of “Iron Man.” Not that the film doesn’t have it’s defenders — cinephile’s cinephile Dennis Cozzalio has written a lengthy discussion of the criticial reaction and a spirited defense of the film that’s well worth your time (figure an hour, if you’re into reading comments — five hours if you’re into writing them!). Still, “What Happens in Vegas” actually switched spots with “Racer” during the week, suggesting that unaccompanied adults are turning up their noses at the colorful action movie and seeing an Ashton Kutcher film instead. Each to his own, I guess, but coming in third or even fourth is a real possibility for the Racer family.

Even the indie world is looking a bit odd this week, with the only really notable action the continued widening of “Son of Rambow” into 91 theaters, where it should continue doing reliable business. And, hey, at least they finally gave us a screening.

Other than that, we have the kind of tiny releases that get ignored on Box-Office Mojo‘s theater counts, but manage to make the not always complete Rotten Tomatoes list of openings. Are any of these films going to get more than token releases? One at least: the sexy comedy “How the Garcia Girls Spent Their Summer,” starring America Ferrara and Elizabeth Peña, is getting great reviews and may get a little traction with the growing and underserved Latino market as well as non-Hispanics who like sexy comedies. (There are a few of us.) Though you’d never know it from the usual sources, “Garcia Girls” will be screening in a number of theaters, including several in California. You could probably do a lot worse.

Twelfth Night

This little-known 1970 TV production of Shakespeare’s comedy is a real find. For you non-English majors, “Twelfth Night” is one of many of the Bard’s lighter works built around mistaken identity and gender confusion. This is basically a two-tracked story, one a rom-com involving a shipwrecked woman (Joan Plowright), pretending to be a male (a eunuch, technically) and falling in love in the process; the other involves drunken noblemen Toby Belch (Ralph Richardson) playing a cruel practical joke on Malvolio (Alec Guinness), a puritanical buzz-kill of a head servant. Helping Sir Toby along are various miscreants, including Feste (Tommy Steele) — a sort of clown or jester.

This somewhat shortened, fast moving production zips along joyfully, and the joy is largely thanks to its amazing cast. Dame Plowright, still a familiar face to PBS and BBC-America viewers and best known as the last wife of Laurence Olivier, gives a sensitive and funny performance in the lead — actually a kind of triple role. Alec “Please Don’t Call Me Obi-Wan” Guinness, one of history’s best and most understated actors, cuts loose and steals the show in one of the broadest performances of his career. He’s not quite Sir Alec, but it’s nevertheless Tommy Steele — a strong performer who began his career as England’s answer to Elvis Presley, or perhaps Bobby Darin — who gives this production a slightly off kilter late sixties edge, providing a contemporary, not-quite hippiesh, spin to his puckish character by performing folk-pop settings of Shakespeare’s songs. Steele gets the musical last word here, and it’s very nice.

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The Fire Within

About thirty minutes into this austere but humane 1963 drama written and directed by Louis Malle (“Atlantic City, “Au Revoir Les Enfants“), protagonist Alain LeRoy (Maurice Ronet) calmly examines his military issue pistol and decides that the next day will be his last. Separated from his American wife, he has spent the prior evening making love to a visiting friend, but he finds little joy in it. Afterwards, Alain returns to the cozy sanitarium where he has been undergoing a primitive but so-far successful treatment for alcoholism, which is not his worst problem. He decides to make one last visit to Paris. Accompanied by the haunting (but, through no fault of Malle’s, now over-familiar) strains of composer Eric Satie, he spends his day with some old flames and carousing buddies, including nouvelle vogue It-woman Jeanne Moreau (“Jules and Jim”) as a lively dissipated painter. It becomes clear that many people love Alain, but as he keeps telling us, he is sure that he can’t quite feel or return that love. Maybe he expects too much. Or perhaps, a good pal suggests, he’s simply too terrified and selfish to get on with the business of growing up. In any case, finding a reason to make the effort seems impossible. This visually perfect, superbly acted black-and-white adaptation of a novel by Pierre Drieu La Rochelle clearly depicts depression in a way that those who’ve seen it will recognize, possibly much too accurately for many. Still, truth really can be beauty, and “The Fire Within” is bone-deep beautiful.

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Multiplex Mayhem: The Finish Line

Last time, I was actually correct for the second time in two weeks, for the most part. There aren’t too many surprises this Mother’s Day weekend, but considering the downticket box-office, some respected filmmakers might be needing some maternal TLC right now.

*It’s safe to say that “Iron
Man
” director Jon Favreau ain’t one of them. In its second week, as per this week’s estimates, the film experienced an approximate (and expected) 50% drop-off in ticket sales for a total of $50,500,000, more than doubling the numbers of any film out there this week. This might actually be an even better amount considering the number of screens has barely increased and the per-screen average is still a spectacular $12, 284.00, significantly higher than any movie playing in the U.S. right now.

* The congenitally jaundiced Nikki Finke is suspicious, but the official reports as of this writing is that the Wachowski Brothers’ “Speed Racer” has just barely managed to nab the #2 spot this week, with $20, 210,000. Considering the reported budget of $160 million — as far as I’m concerned enough money to make at least 16 perfectly good studio movies — this is nothing to write home about. And, perhaps another lesson is that, if you’re going to make a 2 hour, 15 minute kiddie movie, you’d better have something more than a bit of name familiarity, a good cast, and slightly ugly video game visuals. The James McTeigue directed “V for Vendetta” notwithstanding (which I loved, but which generates as many opinions as it has viewers), it’s really starting to look as if the Wachowskis may never escape the shadow of their one bonafide critical and commercial smash, “The Matrix,” if they don’t figure out to simply tell stories.

* Especially considering David Medsker’s backhandedly positive review, “What Happens in Vegas” may not be the worst high-concept romantic comedy, though it’s also pretty clear it’s not the best — how could it be with Ashton “Bob Westal Really Hates My Acting” Kutcher in the lead role? But it did manage to do pretty darn well, netting a higher per-screen average than “Racer” and an estimated $20 million even, which means it pretty much beats the pants of last week’s high-concept rom-com “Made of Honor,” which has made $26,275,000 over two weeks. Could it be the strong “Vegas” supporting cast Dave praises in his review?

*I’m sad to say that David Mamet’s mixed martial thriller/dark moral fable, “Redbelt” was ignored by filmgoers who, if they heard about the film at all, were likely somewhat confused by the idea of a thoughtful, small film with fighting in it and Chewitel Ejiofor is not yet quite the superstar he definitely deserves to be. (It’s hard to blame them since it’s not a concept Hollywood’s been comfortable with lately. People tend to understand what they’ve already been given. Movies that are even slightly different require some time for audiences to figure things out.)

I actually saw “Redbelt” last night and can attest to the lackluster receipts, at least in Long Beach, CA — the theater was less than 1/3 filled at the 7:25 Saturday night screening. It has its flaws and it’s certainly not Mamet’s best, and mainstream audiences are certain to be slightly baffled by those odd cadences which occasionally make themselves known in any Mamet-directed film. (Iambic pentameter…it’s an English major thing…you might not understand.) On the other hand, it’s a more than acceptable entry in the ancient genre of anti-prizefighting prizefighting movies with a possible nascent superstar in its leading man, and it has some strong, bone-crunching fighting sequences. To my mind, it deserved more time to try and find an audience before going this wide. If a movie of this sort is going to sell it all, it needs a lot more time than one week to develop the kind of awareness needed for a major national release. The resulting $825 per screen average should be no surprise in the circumstances.

The British kid comedy, “Son of Rambow” did better, earning $138,000 in 36 theaters. Considering the modest comedy has some international appeal, this may be good enough.

However, the two (very moderate) box-office champs in the limited release indie sweepstakes were two films I barely remembered existed, both from directors of Indian extraction. Fans of spectacular visuals, however, gave the fantasy thriller “The Fall” a nice enough opening with just over $80,000 on nine screens. This one has some geek boy buzz behind it (though not so much that I realized it was coming out this weekend) and is “presented” by David Fincher and Spike Jonze. The actual director is Tarsem Singh (just “Tarsem” to you!) whose gruesomely stylish, memorable sci-fi/horror flick, “The Cell,” has some lingering cult appeal. (Even a squeamish cinema chicken like me felt compelled to go see that one — though I suppose it’s quite mild by some standards.) So chalk this one up to the artier/alternativeish edge of the geek spectrum.

And romantics and those of us who are suckers for tales of “forbidden romance” and the whole stiff-upper lip gin-and-tonic drinking English colonial drama thing shelled out just over $50,000 in eight theaters to see “Before the Rains,” which manages to have both the Merchant-Ivory imprint and a good review on its website from guru-gone-bankable Deepak Chopra — both catnip to certain segments of the wine-and-cheese set. Don’t laugh. Unitarians like to go the movies, too.

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