Hollywood Round-up, 7/15

She now makes comic book & sock puppet movies.

By Jason Apuzzo.There’s a new trailer out for The Social Network, and it looks pretty good – not great, but good.  Fincher seems to be giving this film a What Makes Sammy Run? vibe, and you certainly get a feel for Facebook’s icky origins (both morally and legally) in the dorm rooms of Harvard.  Nice work.  This will clearly help the buzz on the film, although elite-college-based movies like this somehow never get the feel for what a Harvard, Yale or Stanford are actually like (hint: nobody wears those stupid secret society jackets).  Btw, I love the choral version of Radiohead’s “Creep” that plays over the visuals.  Mark Zuckerberg must really be squirming right about now.

Despicable Me is already moving into profitability, because it cost so little to make. And this is another reason why Pixar now has serious competition, as the once-low cost of Pixar’s projects rises and rises.

Movie futures trading has now officially been banned, and my hopes of a quick-and-easy fortune have crumbled!  I had money down on The Hobbit.

Winter’s Bone star Jennifer Lawrence has been cast as Mystique in X-Men: First Class, making the transition from indie to franchise fare.  [See Patricia Ducey’s LFM review of Winter’s Bone here.]  She’s also soon to star in a movie featuring Mel Gibson as a man obsessed with a sock puppet.  So she’s making some interesting career choices.

• … and speaking of which, Angelina Jolie is headed to Comic-Con to promote Salt, after it was revealed today that she was given $20 million to do that film.  Jolie’s certainly found a way to beat the boys at their own game by playing action heroes … but is there a trace of warmth or femininity left in her?

Libertas reader A.O. Scott (chief New York Times film critic) meticulously takes apart Christopher Nolan and Inception today. Money quote:

The accomplishments of “Inception” are mainly technical, which is faint praise only if you insist on expecting something more from commercial entertainment. That audiences do — and should — expect more is partly, I suspect, what has inspired some of the feverish early notices hailing “Inception” as a masterpiece, just as the desire for a certifiably great superhero movie led to the wild overrating of “The Dark Knight.” In both cases Mr. Nolan’s virtuosity as a conjurer of brilliant scenes and stunning set pieces, along with his ability to invest grandeur and novelty into conventional themes, have fostered the illusion that he is some kind of visionary.

But though there is a lot to see in “Inception,” there is nothing that counts as genuine vision. Mr. Nolan’s idea of the mind is too literal, too logical, too rule-bound to allow the full measure of madness — the risk of real confusion, of delirium, of ineffable ambiguity — that this subject requires. The unconscious, as Freud (and Hitchcock, and a lot of other great filmmakers) knew, is a supremely unruly place, a maze of inadmissible desires, scrambled secrets, jokes and fears. If Mr. Nolan can’t quite reach this place, that may be because his access is blocked by the very medium he deploys with such skill.

It’s nice that the adults are finally weighing in on this film, given all the hype and nonsense we’ve had to put up with to this point.  I’ll add my own brief remarks to all this tomorrow.

Carla Bruni and her husband.

• Two things happened yesterday that I neglected to mention: France’s Bastille Day, and also Harrison Ford turned 68.  What this means is that Harrison is older than the current incarnation of the French Republic, but still – in my opinion – young enough to play Indiana Jones.  By the way, check out this picture of Carla Bruni and her husband from yesterday.  The French guys really know how to handle things, non?

Mel Gibson has been back on the set lately filming his friend Jodie Foster’s film The Beaver, and I cannot even imagine how awkward that must be.  Ouch.  “Quiet on the set!”

Beavis and Butt-head are apparently returning to MTV. I actually thought this show was pretty good in its day – in limited doses.  Its purpose was to depict slacker morons as … slacker morons, instead of the pseudo-venerable/jocular wise men they’re regarded as today (e.g., why does anybody pay attention to Kevin Smith?).

They're back.

• AND IN TODAY’S MOST IMPORTANT NEWS … the crazy baby sitter twins from Planet Terror are apparently back for more action in Robert Rodriguez’s Machete, and now I’m slightly more likely to see this film.  I loved their schtick in the first film, and maybe they’ll make me forget Rodriguez’s politics in this new one.

And that’s what’s happening today in the wonderful world of Hollywood.

Posted on July 15th, 2010 at 5:18pm.

Pakistan Bans Bollywood Terrorism Satire Tere bin Laden

By Jason Apuzzo. Some unfortunate news coming out today: Variety is reporting that Pakistan has decided to ban the new Bollywood satire about terrorists, Tere bin Laden. [We’ve posted previously about this film here.] This is bad news, because if there is any country in which terrorists need to be belittled and satirized, it’s in Pakistan.

Pakistani pop singer Ali Zafar at the film's premiere.

According to the BBC, the film’s Indian distributor will be appealing the decision by Pakistan’s film censor board.

Tere Bin Laden is a comedy/satire about a struggling Pakistani journalist who tries to pawn off a fake interview with Osama bin Laden in order to fulfill his dream of becoming an American TV news star.

As regular LFM readers know, we’ve been covering very closely the new wave of satires aimed at terrorists: Four Lions, The Infidel, and the Living with the Infidels web series.  [I myself directed such a satire, entitled Kalifornistan.]

We’ll be keeping an eye on how this story develops.  It’s worth noting that the film will likely still be seen by a lot of Pakistanis, in so far as DVDs – many of which are pirated – remain the preferred way of seeing films there.

[UPDATE: The New York Times covers this story today here.]

Posted on July 15th, 2010 at 1:18pm.

Mao’s Last Dancer + Asian-American Film Fest

By Joe Bendel. The Chinese government is very protective of its international image.  That is why it is so remarkable Bruce Beresford’s Mao’s Last Dancer was allowed to film there.  [LFM Co-Editor Govindini Murty has covered Mao’s Last Dancer previously in-depth here.]  Evidently, the government “suggested” some revisions to the script once shooting was underway, but according to the press notes, the Australian director categorically disregarded them, even though it jeopardized the entire production.  The centerpiece film of the upcoming Asian American International Film Festival, Dancer is one of several selections that will interest China watchers when the fest kicks off tomorrow night in New York.

Full reviews of Dancer are embargoed until the week of its theatrical release, but expect to hear terms like “crowd pleasing” after its festival screening this Saturday.  The story of ballet dancer Cunxin Li’s defection to America, Dancer depicts the Cultural Revolution as a period when art was debased by ideology.  Madame Mao herself makes an appearance, despite “requests” to the contrary from the Chinese government.  Offering plenty to discuss, look forward to a proper review of Beresford’s film here at Libertas in the near future.

From "Mao's Last Dancer."

Ballet also figures tangentially in Taipei 24H, an anthology film commissioned by Taiwanese Public Television that captures vignettes of life throughout the capitol city during one average but eventful day.  Appropriately, 24H saves its deepest and most accomplished film for last—4:00 AM to be exact.

Featuring renowned Taiwanese auteur Tsai Ming-liang, directed – in a reversal of roles – by his cinematic alter-ego, actor Kang-sheng Lee, Remembrance is deceptively simple. Having sold her business, the proprietress of a late night coffee shop is joined by a regular customer for a final cup of java and to watch a documentary on Luo Man-fei, a Taiwanese ballerina who died of lung cancer – but whose celebrated performance of choreography, shaped by the experiences of Tiananmen Square survivors, still has the power to move the night owls decades later.  Brief but elegant, Remembrance celebrates quiet moments of beauty, and those who inspire them.

Once, rural peasants represented an ideologically privileged class in China.  Today, they mostly lead hardscrabble lives of strife and want, particularly when compared to urban professionals.  It is an iniquity frequently captured by the Digital-Generation of independent Chinese directors, as well as two American-based filmmakers whose stylistically compatible shorts set in China will also screen during AAIFF ‘10.

D-Generation documentaries represent with scrupulous accuracy the living conditions of the unfortunates who exist on the margins of Chinese society.  However, their length and studiously languid aesthetics can try the patience of some audiences.  In contrast, Tani Ikeda’s documentary short Turn of the Harvest is a manageable twelve minutes, but still gives viewers an honest, tactile sense of its subjects’ lives.

A late middle-aged couple works their wheat field, quietly joking between themselves.  The man has a broken finger he has not treated for three weeks.  Yet, outwardly they seem happy.  However, as Ikeda interviews his wife, it becomes clear their relationship is not all it might appear.  Especially painful for her was a decision to relinquish one of the twins she gave birth to, out of economic necessity.  Surprisingly, they choose to give up their son, because boys cost more to raise.

Luo Qian in Chloe Zhao's "Daughters."

Of course, boys tend to be preferred over girls, which accounts for the looming shortage of marriageable women under China’s restrictive family planning.  Take for instance the family of fourteen year year-old Maple in Chloé Zhao’s narrative short Daughters. With a coveted baby boy on the way, her parents suddenly have one daughter too many.  Coldly pragmatic, they see only two options.  Either they foist off her sweet tempered young sister on a distant family member, or they arrange her marriage to a disturbingly old man.  Not surprisingly, such news causes confusion and resentment for the preteen.

Daughters is nine minutes of focused heartbreak, featuring a devastating performance from young Luo Qian as Maple.  Though brief, it is undeniably assured filmmaking, all the more impressive considering it was the NYU alumnus’ second year film.

AAIFF’s centerpiece, Dancer, screens this Saturday (7/17), in advance of its late August opening.  Well worth seeing for Remembrance alone, Taipei 23H screens on Sunday (7/18).  Daughters screens as part of AAIFF’s Oh Family, Where Art Thou? block of shorts this Sunday, while Harvest screens the next day as part of the Untold Stories shorts program.

Posted on July 15th, 2010 at 11:16am.

Werner Herzog Reads Children’s Stories

By David Ross. Who is the mad genius who so thoroughly inhabits the mind (and accent) of Werner Herzog and brings us these marvelous children’s stories, told for the first time with proper attention to their horrifying subtexts — their terrible occlusions?

On a more serious but related note, let me recommend the informative documentary Virginia Lee Burton: A Sense of Place (2008), which tells the story of the author and illustrator of Mike Mulligan and several other classics of children’s literature. Burton was the most inventive artist ever to devote herself exclusively to children’s literature. Her every page is a little cosmos of detail; detail coalesces into pattern; pattern comes alive as rhythm. Among modern American illustrators and cartoonists, only Saul Steinberg more completely transcended his job description and ascended into the sphere of high art (New Yorker subscribers should have a look at Adam Gopnik’s brilliant essay on Steinberg; Updike was another ardent, life-long admirer).

[Editor’s Note: on a related note, LFM Editor Apuzzo recommends Klaus Kinski reading “The Selfish Giant” by Oscar Wilde (auf deutsch) from the 1962 film Der Rote Rausch.]

Posted on July 15th, 2010 at 10:35am.