We were directors once…

… and young:

The new trailer for Indiana Jones & The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull popped up before Iron Man on Friday night and it’s the first preview in ages that had the audience cheering through it. There was some of this back before Phantom Menace but the demographic for that was always skewed away from the women folk, who just rolled their eyes at the nerds they were with.

Indy has a more unisex appeal.

In fact just today over lunch it was remarked to me that there’s quite a lot of expectation laid on Harrison’s shoulders from gals eager to see him don that fedora one last time…

For myself the excitement is growing after the initial ‘meh’ of the first trailer. There’s more than a glimmer of the old magic in trailer number two and I’m already tapping into a rich vein of fan excitement over this one.

Just watching the Twitter time line get all nostalgic over a screening of Raiders was a good gauge of the Indy love out there.

Fingers crossed…

Pertwee’s Painting & Decorating: No Role Too Small

Suffered through Doomsday yesterday. If ever a director showed a complete misunderstanding of the films that influenced him then it’s here for all to see. What really struck me though was the always awesome Sean Pertwee in yet another ten minute role. Someone please cast him as the next Dr Who and give the guy some regular work.

Or is that he already has a living and acting is just something he does on the side?

Director
Smashing to have you on board, Sean.

SP
Shut it. Gotta get this wrapped before lunch. Got a plastering job in Croyden to get to.

Gag me with a spoon

My mother tells this story that when I first went to school, I thought I was going to help the teachers. I didn’t realise I was going to get educated.

Moon Unit Zappa

Paint it Black

Slowly building to something that spans numerous projects and oddly enough the colour black is offering a nice meat hook.

The Black Swan by Nassim Nicholas Taleb, The Black Ships that signaled an end to Japanese isolation in 1853 and now (thanks to a nod on Twitter by Ben) Black Sheep:

We gave the black sheep a chance to prove their theories, and we changed the way a number of things are done here…

Great article that. Go read it.

Black Sheep have a Long Tail

It is difficult to explain what makes any great work great, and particularly difficult with movies, and maybe more so with Citizen Kane than with over great movies, because it isn’t a work of special depth or a work of subtle beauty. It is a shallow work, a shallow masterpiece. Those who try to account for its stature as a film by claiming it to be profound are simply dodging the problem - or maybe they don’t recognise that there is one. Like most of the films of the of the sound ear that are called masterpieces, Citizen Kane has reached its audience gradually over the years rather than at the time of release.

Pauline Kael, Raising Kane, 1971.

Note: Spinvox initially transcribed Citizen Kane as Sits in the game. I fucking love that.

Full Metal Jacket

The Iron Man multimedia screening was last night which means it should be ok for me to talk a little bit about the movie…

More detailed discussion once the thing opens I guess.

Why do I have to be Mr Pink?

I spent Saturday afternoon hanging with Stormtroopers.

Still pulling the footage off the camera, but here’s something I did on the LG Viewty:

More to come…

Red Carpet

I turned down a chance to do some red carpet stuff at the UK Iron Man premiere last night.

Seemed like a good idea at the time…

Now more people have seen it I’ll find out exactly when I can start talking about it.

It would be nice to tell you guys that it fucking rocks, without Paramount punching me in the throat.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall

No need to look so worried, Kristen. I think you pulled it off.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I admit that I wasn’t expecting much from this movie*. The trailer was kinda uninspired, the comedy looked obvious and worst of all it had Russell Brand in it. I’m still only vaguely aware who he is (and I’m quite happy for things to stay that way) BUT he was one of the more unexpected surprises that the film offered up. The biggest one is that I never imagined I’d be writing this next sentence:

Go and watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall. It’s fucking funny.

I had the pleasure of taking a bunch of bloggers to a preview screening last week. I’d been looking to do something like this for a while after the success of the Juno screening last year, but had to admit early on that the wait for another Juno would be a long one. I hadn’t seen The 40 Year Old Virgin, but thought both Knocked Up and Superbad were decent enough comedies. I enjoyed that they weren’t as juvenile as most American comedy, but was a little put off by the trade off for overbearing sentimentality. Decent enough Friday night movies though so I figured hosting an advanced screening of the latest movie from the Judd Apatow stable would be an easy sell via Twitter.

It was a cool little screening of I guess around 30+ bloggers who had answered my shout out. Some of them were friends and some of them are now friends. That’s how Twitter works. The film was shown in the Soho Screening Rooms, somewhere I’ve never seen filled before. It’s usually just me and a handful of journalists at some early morning preview, drinking coffee and stifling yawns as expensive things explode in front of us.

The first thing that struck me was that this was not a romantic comedy. It was a comedy with a big C… and a lot of cock. That’s not another prod at Mr Brand. The plot is summed up in the trailer, but it’s the abundance of one liners that keep the thing going. There’s a feeling you’ve seen similar situations before but before you get a chance to over analyse anything ZING there’s a pubic hair gag to deal with. Which actually works quite well.

The main draw for me was seeing how a TV actress continues to cope up on the big screen. Not so much Mila Kunis who’s pretty good, but rather Kristen Bell who was the heart and soul of Veronica Mars before it became a huge mess and was put out of its misery. I’ve seen her in a couple of films before - most notably the horrible remake of Kairo, Pulse, which gets a damn good kicking in one delighfully uncomfortable scene here. Just as I’ve heard that the role of name was built around Russell Brand it’s startlingly obvious that Ms Bell’s career to date was a huge part of the character of Sarah Marshall. Which was a brave move and a damn funny one.

The UK marketing for the movie was luke-warm at best - horrible looking bus posters for one and a half hearted website that was a shadow of the American one. I liked the fact that the lead character kept a blog, but am already using this unfinished idea (obviously thought up late in the day, poorly executed and with no link back from within the movie itself) as a proposal for future blog and movie integration so thanks for that.

I’m actually looking forward to seeing Forgetting Sarah Marshall again which is kinda rare and it also made me go back and look up The 40 Year Old Virgin to see what I was missing. Be interesting to see if they can keep the ball rolling here…

* When Jess said she’d had a better offer to go to a sex shop anniversary party I could see her point.

Heavy Metal

Heavy Metal

Watch this space…