Maybe you missed the original Tron because you were too young (1982).
You might have missed the rave scene of the early 2000’s.
You now have another opportunity for a lightshow that would make DJ Tiesto say “Dayum!”
I’ll have to admit. This film has not been on my radar. I was too young to truly care about the original. By the time I could care, the effects were outdated and impossible to watch. But something about this trailer got my attention. Maybe it was the wicked Daft Punk score pulsating in the background. Maybe it was the obvious excitement at Jeff Bridges playing another badass. Or maybe it was all about the pretty lights. Regardless, it’s fairly obvious that this trailer should be seen on the big screen–in IMAX to truly grasp the coolness of it all. The same feelings were had when first seeing the Avatar trailer. Super cool, but needed to be on the big screen, not my computer.
Tron: Legacy is the first step in a post-Avatar world. We expect to be blown away. We expect the spectacle. I really didn’t think I’d be interested in this film at all.
I’m having a hard time figuring out if Robert Downey, Jr. is even acting anymore. When you see him in interviews, doesn’t he act EXACTLY like his Tony Stark character? Or is his Tony Stark performance simply RDJ playing RDJ? Either way, I’m seemingly one of the few people on the planet that has reservations about this sequel. Yes, this trailer is superior to the first trailer released a few months ago. More plot is revealed, more action, blattity blah.
But there are some troubling facts:
1) They starting shooting the film WAY before the script was even completed. Robert Downey already admitted that they would just “make stuff up” on the set. For a film of this nature, that is unsettling.
2) Haven’t we seen this storyline before? Black and White friends take on the mighty Russians. Yeah, it’s called Rocky 4.
3) Scarlett Johansson. Her appearance in this film can be its downfall. Sure, she’s attractive. But her acting is worse than a 2nd grade school play.
Enjoy the trailer and some hi-res pictures from the film after the jump. And try to keep your expectations at normal levels on this.
A few hours ago, I returned from an extensive international trip. First, I was in Haiti helping out victims in the aftermath of the horrible earthquake. I then worked with Wyclef Jean and George Clooney in prepping for the powerful telethon. Upon hearing about the devastation in Chile, I immediately hopped on the first plane out and volunteered myself to the cause. Yesterday, I felt that things were in control — so I decided to fly home. When I arrived at my house, I noticed the door was unlocked. Strange. Not like me at all to leave anything unlocked. After a thorough look around my place, I was comforted by the fact that nothing was stolen.
Sitting in front of my iMac, I noticed something immediately. The computer was not powered down as I had left it. And the words “Saviordamus Was Here” was hastily scribbled on a post-it attached to the screen. Pulling the curious message off the monitor, I tapped the keyboard to take it out of sleep mode.
That’s when I saw what you probably assumed was from me. I gasped at each sloppily written sentence. And the predictions…oh the predictions. It’s quite obvious — someone claiming to be “The Great Saviordamus” hacked into my computer with the sinister plot to take down the thin thread of Film Savior website credibility. Anyone with their ear to the Oscar season knew that Quentin Tarantino was going to lose. If these were MY picks, you should know I’d never pick a writer like Tarantino. Although this hack picked 6/8 of the Big 8 categories correct, this clown only predicted 62% correct! And the guy was such an obnoxious a-hole to top it off.
“I’m like the Lakers challenging the Special Olympics Under 12 Basketball team to a game. Outcome – inevitable.” – Not only does this line offend me, but it should offend all people with a heart. This is terrible.
My apologies to any readers that lost in their Oscar Pool by following this imposter. This clown. This “Great Saviordamus.” I’ve now taken great measures to make sure this doesn’t happen again. I will take every measure possible to find out who this fraud is. When it happens, I’ll make sure to utilize the weapons I learned from Dolemite.
Do you like free money? Do you like to be the center of attention in your office? Are you someone that wants to prove they are wiser and smarter than all of their peers?
Then read on.
What you’ll find after the jump are the most accurate Oscar picks you’ll find this side of the internet. As someone who has been banned from Oscar pools among friends, family, and co-workers, I have proven time and time again that I cannot be beat. No one allows me in their pool simply because they know. I’m like the Lakers challenging the Special Olympics Under 12 Basketball team to a game. Outcome – inevitable.
With all of this, I still possess the quality of humility. Today you possess the knowledge of the future. Monday you’ll possess the money of all of your friends.
I remember it like it was yesterday. There I was in my room, happily threatening He-Man and his foot soldiers moments after capturing Castle Grayskull with Skeletor. The life of a 6 year old, so simple…so complex. My sister was outside with friends, my Mom was out running errands, and my Dad was in the living room watching a movie. I tried and failed to convince my sister to let me play with her friends. They were threatened by my budding genius. Back inside the house, the loud volume of the television was comforting as it reminded me someone was nearby. There’s a simple rule as a kid – you want to be independent, but never alone. NEVER alone. That’s when the pink monkey with evil red eyes come out of the closet to dance for you.
I was in that happy place. My concentrated mind continued to dominate Man at Arms and others, when suddenly a disturbing sound startled me. It was an eerie, almost jive talking voice. What was my Dad watching?! Dropping my action figures, I tip toed out of the room in the stealth way only a 45 lb kid can do.
My free flowing afro slowly made its way around the corner before my curious eyes followed suit. On the TV screen was another afro. But not one I’ve ever seen. It seemed to lift off the man’s head with an eerie delight. The widow’s peak stabbed like a knife towards his furrowed brow. His eyes were menacing. His nails too long. When I saw the fangs I froze in my tracks. Mouth agape and watery eyes; it was the end of my fun.
At the time, I had no idea what I had seen. My screams and cries only added to my wild imagination. This was by far the most frightening thing I’ve ever come across. The man I witnessed…the man my Dad was watching on Channel 5. This man only goes by one name. And his name is Blacula.
Let’s get one thing on the table — Blacula is no joke. First of all, the poor guy gets the most unoriginal name. He has the right to be pissed from inception. It could have been worse, they could have called him JaBlacula. Second, read this brilliant synopsis on Blacula’s background:
In 1780, Prince Mamuwalde, the ruler of an African nation, seeks the help of Count Dracula in suppressing the slave trade. Dracula, who along with his other evils is revealed as a racist, not only refuses to help but also transforms Mamuwalde into a vampire (denigrating him with the name “Blacula” into the bargain) and imprisons him in a sealed coffin to suffer the un-ending thirst of the damned. Mamuwalde’s wife Luva is also imprisoned but, not being a vampire, dies in captivity.
Like I said, Blacula is NO JOKE. The man was a Prince, but got hustled by Count Dracula. And to make matters worse, he gets transformed into a vampire? And named Blacula?! You gotta feel for the guy.
So back to my story…
Me – 6 years old. Scared out of my mind of Blacula. Probably made my Dad feel bad for watching it (sorry Dad — now I get it!). Had to be consoled by my family.
Me – Present Day. Still haven’t seen Blacula (yet, waiting for my Dad to come over with a DVD). Still a big baby with truly scary movies.
On that note, enjoy the first full trailer of A Nightmare on Elm Street (remake). When it comes out, let me know how it is. I’ll be plugging my ears hoping to drown out the sounds of Freddy.
Raise your hand if you’re excited for Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland in 3-D. OK, all of your hands are raised.
Now, raise your hand if you’re excited to get herpes of the eyeball after your Alice experience.
Good times. Good times, indeed.
According to the AP: The health ministry said Thursday it had confiscated about 7,000 sets of 3D glasses from Italian cinemas and could collect more of them. Officials said the glasses pose hygiene problems if they are not properly cleaned between screenings, and that the confiscated glasses did not display tags proving they would not cause short-term vision problems to users.
Granted, this report came from Italian movie theaters, but have you checked the cleanliness of your local movie theater? Not just the 3D glasses – I’m talking about the seats you sit in, the armrests you lean upon, and the cup holder menacing your cup.
A ticket to see Alice In Wonderland 3-D – $15
Popcorn, large diet coke, and licorice – $12
The inevitable puss that slithers out of your eye hours after the film – PRICELESS
So you didn’t take my advice and see Where The Wild Things Are on IMAX? Yeah, I get it, why would you pay money to see a kids movie? You’re an adult. A big bad adult. Too mature for childish things. Too cool for school. Don’t worry, dummies. The DVD/Blu-Ray is releasing March 2nd. You’ll have another chance to see this under appreciated piece of art that will grow in cult status over time. I truly believe this should have been one of the 10 Best Picture Nominees. It’s definitely more deserving than The Blind Side. You can thank me later. And I fully expect to be thanked. Embrace your inner child…you’ll be a better person for it.
The DVD is said to have a ton of behind the scenes footage and interviews. It also boasts the animated short based on another Sendak story, “Higglety Pigglety Pop! Or There Must Be More to Life” featuring the voices of Meryl Streep and forest Whitaker. Spike Jonze produced the short directed by Chris Lavis and Maciek Szczerbowski.
The Higglet Pigglety Pop premise:
Once Jennie had everything. She had two bowls to eat from, two pillows, and for cold weather, a red wool sweater. She even had a master who loved her. But Jennie didn’t care. In the middle of the night she packed everything she had in a black leather bag with gold buckles and looked out of her favorite window for the last time… Higglety Pigglety Pop! or There Must Be More to Life follows Jennie’s surreal, suspenseful and unexpectedly moving journey to gain new experiences and realize her dream of becoming the star of the World Mother Goose Theatre.
And that’s not all. If you’re a Spike Jonze fan, the month of March will be a treat for you. … More
Another day, another toy/video game adaptation. As long as they keep making these embarrassing announcements, I’m going to keep trashing them. But now I have two heavy hitters on my side: Quentin Tarantino and James Cameron.
Do you remember the game Missile Command? Some genius in a corner office at Fox Studios does and thinks it would be a nifty idea for a movie.
(A dramatic pause to slowly shake my head in disgust)
As I read this unsurprising news, I stumbled upon a fantastic roundtable discussion over at 24 Frames (Los Angeles Times). During the course of the awards season, Quentin Tarantino, James Cameron, Kathryn Bigelow, Lee Daniels, and Jason Reitman got together and discussed various topics about their films, their craft, and Hollywood in general. One interesting discussion (dominated by QT and James Cameron, of course) was about how Hollywood has gone head deep in their ass into remaking, rebooting, or adapting known commercial brands. I’m 100% in agreement with Cameron’s biting assessment. These films simply are not necessary. Watch the embedded video to see Cameron in all of his eloquence and pay attention to his first remark. Although the man knows what he’s talking about, let’s not forget his first film as a director was Piranha 2: The Spawning.
If you haven’t had the chance to watch this series over at LAT, I highly recommend it. Ridley Scott (Monopoly) and Peter Berg (Battleship) — they’re calling you out!
I just love all of these toy to movie announcements. Each one just gets worse. The most creative minds in Hollywood couldn’t satirize the reality of what’s happening in Hollywood. These ideas are so absurdly wrong, so nonsensical, it’s simply hilarious. The magical gnome that gives the Hollywood green light must be permanently drunk.
First of all, check out this fantastic scene on the front of this original Erector Set.
“Come Daddy! See what we’ve built.”
“Why, Son 1 and Son 2…it looks like you’ve built an entire city! With Erector Sets. Now back to my scotch.”
Erector Set: The Movie. Sigh. Let’s quickly remind you of the other game/toy brand announcements – Stretch Armstrong (starring Taylor Lautner), Candyland, Monopoly (directed by Ridley Scott) , Battleship (directed by Peter Berg), Asteroids, and Viewmaster.
Here is the Erector Story:
“Helix Films, an independent production company, announced today that they have formed an exclusive partnership with Meccano Toy Company to develop an original 3D feature film based upon the iconic Erector Set brand of children’s construction toys. The deal represents the first time Meccano has licensed film rights to their toys..while details of the story are being kept under wraps, the film will be a family fantasy/adventure…the very core of Meccano/Erector is about creating educational toys that enable children and adults to imagine and create completely new worlds,” said Michael Ingberg, CEO of Meccano Toy Company. “It’s perfect for a film franchise as it is certain to entertain but also stimulate creativity and imagination as the Erector toy system has done around the world for nearly a hundred years.”
You just can’t make this stuff up. A 3-D Erector Set film. You know, to stimulate creativity and imagination for young kids around the world. File this under “Nonsense.”
Forgetting Sarah Marshall really took me by surprise. I went into it thinking it was going to be another run of the mill comedy, but it ended up being a penis wagging good time. Per usual, with all good films comes a sub-par sequel. Luckily, the upcoming Get Him To The Greek is more spin-off than sequel. We’re not going to get Forgot Sarah Marshall or Forgetting Sarah Marshall Again. Instead, the spin-off focuses on the scene stealing rock star character Aldous Snow (Russell Brand). The film reunites Sarah Marshall director Nicholas Stoller with Jonah Hill and Brand.
In “Marshall,’”the Zen-like Snow is on the wagon. In Get Him To The Greek, he’s fallen off hard. The film centers on a record company assistant (Hill) tasked by his boss (P. Diddy) to drag the uncooperative (and wasted) rock legend (Brand) to Hollywood for a comeback concert and has a mere three days to do so.
I’m aware that the appearance of Mr. Diddy is a turnoff to most (including myself). I’m also aware of the how predictable and unfunny this could potentially be. But with a few small laughs in this trailer and its surprising predecessor, there’s hope to be had.
Who isn’t hoping Jonah Hill becomes the breakout star he was destined to be?
Not sure if you’ve figured it out yet, but I love all most things Tarantino. He’s one of the most creative writer/directors in Hollywood right now, even though all of his films are tributes to his favorite films of the past. He was a bit misguided with his attempt at Grindhouse, but made up for it tenfold with Inglorious Basterds.
I recently stumbled upon a Tarantino gem for all fans of his work. During the mid-to late nineties, you couldn’t walk into a dorm room without seeing character posters from Reservoir Dogs or Pulp Fiction. Many years later, artist Ibraheem Youssef has created minimalist poster art for all of QT’s films. My favorite is the Kill Bill Vol. 1 poster which portrays The Bride vs. The Crazy 88’s in a minimal spot fashion. See all of them below. Enjoy!
Not sure if you’ve noticed, but we are in the purgatory stage of the film release schedule. All of the Academy Award nominees have been released, you’ve seen Avatar three times already, and you almost got suckered into seeing The Tooth Fairy. If you’re desperate to see a movie, now is a good time to catch up on rentals or see those “critically acclaimed” movies that you never had the chance to see. I made the latter choice and have regretted it ever since.
Almost everyone I know told me how great The Blind Side was. Some of you might be reading this post right now. I hate you all. But not as much as I hate The Blind Side. Some might say hate is a harsh word to use. I actually don’t think it’s strong enough. I simply cannot understand the love for this film (70% on Rotten Tomatoes, 2 Academy Award Nominations, positive word of mouth). It’s a clichéd, poorly written, nauseating, waste of time film that managed to ruin a great true story. This film was truly meant for an after school special. I literally got goose bumps from the scene in the below picture. Unrealistic, cheesy, and poorly acted — I felt as embarrassed as that kid who pissed his pants in your 2nd grade class.
As I often do with films I despise, I’m putting zero effort into this review. Below is my poetic ode to this horrendous head scratching Best Picture Nominee.
An Ode to The Blind Side
Blind Side, Oh Blind Side.
You stuck it in my backside.
Two tickets — twenty bucks; Two drinks — ten more.
I’d pay an extra hundred to forget I walked thru the door.
Movie Michael Oher mumbles a few words; he’s a black Forrest Gump.
Real Michael Oher speaks clear and thoughtful words; he’s not that movie chump.
Sandra Bullock was good, I’m just not jumping from my seat.
Poor writing was the culprit, those men should be beat.
Remember the time you came home from Blockbuster with the lobotomy inducing Big Momma’s House 2? Or when you stood in a long line to see Wild Wild West in theaters? Those are hours of your life you cannot get back. No matter how hard you try, Martin Lawrence in a fat suit will forever [...]
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