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REVIEW: Doomed This Means War Gives New Meaning to Counter-Intelligence

If men are from Mars and women from Venus, This Means War  drifts in cold, empty space somewhere between the two orbits, where, as the famous tagline goes, no one can hear you scream. The film, the first to be directed by McG since 2009’s  Terminator Salvation , is sort of an action movie with a rom-com twist, and sort of a screwball comedy with explosions and shootouts, but doesn’t commit enough in either direction to really please whichever half of the theoretical couples in the audience dragged their reluctant significant others along to the theater. Is this a movie about how the CIA’s greatest partnership is almost destroyed by competition for the affections of a winsome blonde from Atlanta, or is it one about how said blonde has to choose between two dashing men keeping some serious secrets, the least of which is that they know each other and are also acquainted with each other’s courtship plans? Bromance or romance,  This Means War  feels like something scrawled by enterprising teenagers who developed their concepts of love and espionage from films and TV shows they caught over a few weekends of basic cable surfing (Timothy Dowling, of  Role Models  and Just Go With It , and Simon Kinberg are credited for the screenplay). This leaves you with no option but to lay back and bask in the movie-star wattage of the cast, which is considerable and unexpected, and try not to pay attention to anything they’re actually doing or saying. Reese Witherspoon coasts through familiar territory as Lauren, a product tester who moved to Los Angeles for a guy (Warren Christie), broke things off after catching him cheating, then buried herself in her work rather than trying to move on to someone new. I like her far more as an actress when she manages to get away from the usual sorority-girl-with-a-spine-of-steel, but she does bubble away earnestly here, lecturing herself in the mirror about being “a confident woman” and dancing in her undies to “This Is How We Do It.” In a less comfortable role is Tom Hardy, playing the a very different breed of cinematic spy than he did in his last onscreen appearance as Ricki Tarr in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (though both characters have scenes in which their ladyfriends drive them around in a convertible). Hardy’s still immensely watchable as Tuck, but he seems aware that he’s a awkward fit for a light romp of a film, especially as the sweet and sensitive point of the love triangle — he looks more likely to steal a kiss after mugging you than mood-light his chic loft with candles. He does loosen up as the film goes along, but he’s more lively hazing his bestie/rival FDR Foster (Chris Pine) than wooing Lauren with dates to the Santa Monica Pier and paintball range. Pine hasn’t had a chance to take many roles between Star Trek s, and he’s proves himself to be just fine as a smarmy eterna-bachelor whose chosen target for something more serious turns out, unfortunately, to be the girl Tuck just went on an Internet date with. Unlike Hardy, he knows better than to bother searching for any sincere emotion in FDR, who may not be Lauren’s favorite (let me never be accused of spoilage) but is certainly the director’s. In the film’s peculiar conception of the CIA, there’s seems to be a lot more assassination going on than the secretive gathering of intelligence (and no one explains why a Brit is working there). After a supposedly covert opp dissolves into a rooftop firefight with a helicopter swirling money into the air and a body plummeting off a highrise, FDR and Tuck are grounded by their boss (Angela Bassett, given nothing to do), which explains why they have so much time to misuse Company resources to research Lauren and, after they agree to let her choose between then, monitor each other’s outings. When This Means War  finally works itself around to this spy/dating overlap, it’s a cute joke that’s too quickly run into the ground — Tuck sniping FDR with a tranquilizer to prevent him from sealing the deal with Lauren is funny, the two men listening in on her conversation about them with her best friend Trish (Chelsea Handler, painful) gets weird, a room full of surveillance guys watching her have sex is really creepy. The action subplot, which deals with a baddie played by Til Schweiger who’s out seeking revenge or something, is nonsensical and, worse, shot and edited that way — fight scenes are chopped up beyond recognition, choreography impossible to follow. The film’s two worlds come together in a sequence that manages to be disappointing both in terms of stunt-work and in terms of resolving its romantic conflict, in a thrill-less car chase. But while  This Means War  doesn’t aim high in terms of its own ambitions (it makes Mr. & Mrs. Smith and  True Lies look like works of astounding genius), it doesn’t shy away from referencing the greats. A lecture Lauren gives on why The Lady Vanishes is lesser Hitchcock doesn’t seem in character, but at least it’s not the eye-roller that is the later nod to The Godfather  in a nightclub scene. That’s a bold choice for an homage in any film, but particularly in one that repeatedly queues up “Me So Horny” as a joke whenever it cuts to Trish spending quality time with her chubby husband at home. Follow Alison Willmore on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .

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VIDEO: Your Official Guide to Looking Like Ryan Gosling

“Next week I’ll teach you how to live like Ryan Gosling. This will involve you getting in a time machine, going back in time, becoming more talented than you currently are, working yourself through the ranks of Hollywood, then dating Eva Mendes.” Don’t forget about breaking up a street fight ! [via The Awl ]

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Ryan Gosling’s Oscar Oversight Explained

This trenchant observation press release just over the transom at ML HQ: “You’ve probably seen the news by now –- Ryan Gosling has been snubbed by the Academy. Once all the hoopla and cries of injustice die down, you’ll find that Ryan Gosling, the supposed darling of hearts everywhere, really wasn’t all that popular. In a recent survey conducted by Badoo , the world’s largest social network for meeting new people, when asked which male celeb they would like to hang out with, people overwhelmingly chose Tim Tebow (31%) and not Ryan, who brought in only 6% of the vote. Even amongst women, Ryan did poorly against the likes of George Clooney, garnering a meager 9% to Clooney’s 24%.” Now you know. [Press release]

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Oscar Index: They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?

What a week at Movieline’s Institute for the Advanced Study of Kudos Forensics, where the pundits’ hustle harmonized with the guilds’ bustle to create a heavy-duty wake-up call for some otherwise dormant awards-season underdogs. They also telegraphed danger for a few juggernauts once thought unassailable. What does it all mean as we head into the Critics Choice and Golden Globe Awards weekend? To the Index! The Leading 10: 1. The Artist 2. The Descendants 3. Midnight in Paris 4. The Help 5. Hugo 6. War Horse 7. Moneyball 8. The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo 9. The Tree of Life 10. Bridesmaids Outsiders: The Ides of March ; Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy ; Drive The awards race always begins to feel a little more real around this time every year, when the New York Film Critics Circle and National Board of Review officially hand out their hardware, the guilds weigh in with their reliably precursory nominations, and the black-ops Oscar mercenaries hired to cut the competitions’ throats are finally turned loose by their monied studio masters. No such barbarism will be necessary, apparently, for the foes of War Horse , which the Directors Guild , Writers Guild , American Society of Cinematographers and Art Directors Guild — all containing valuable membership overlap with the Academy — each ignored in their respective nomination announcements over the last week. It was the bitchslap heard ’round Hollywood — or at least around the awards punditocracy, where experts hastened to digest what on Earth happened to the mighty-turned-slight-y Steven Spielberg epic. “My own oft-repeated view is fact that anyone with a smidgen of taste or perspective knew from the get-go that Spielberg’s film didn’t have the internals that would make it go all the way,” wrote Jeffrey Wells. Sasha Stone posed a related theory : “All of the Oscar bluster around it was self-generated inside the bubble movie writers inhabit. As the presumed defacto frontrunner there was simply no way it could win — the hype destroys even the best of films.” Steve Pond was sanguine-ish : “The film is still a likely Oscar nominee, but it would no longer seem as much of a surprise if Spielberg himself was overlooked by the Academy’s Directors Branch.” Grantland’s Oscar oracle Mark Harris, meanwhile, lumped War Horse in with The Tree of Life to gauge two ever-deflating awards bubbles: I would characterize both movies as “down but not out” — with a grim reminder that that’s usually exactly what one says just before, “Okay, they’re out.” I’ve been saying from the beginning that passion rather than consensus will power Terrence Malick’s movie toward a Best Picture nomination, but the fact that it went 0-for-3 with the writers, directors, and producers is not encouraging. I can offer a series of valid rationales — writing was always a long shot, the DGA’s large votership of rank-and-filers is generally inhospitable to art films, and the producers just don’t get it. Still, the hill it has to climb is getting awfully steep. War Horse at least managed to score a Producers Guild nomination. Fair enough. But understanding the first law of Oscar thermodynamics — that energy can be neither created nor destroyed but merely transferred to the campaign of a more palatable movie — as we do, it was hardly surprising to witness the rapid ascent of such guild favorites as The Descendants , Midnight in Paris and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo . The latter pair in particular enjoyed excellent showings this week, with Dragon Tattoo going four-for-four with the aforementioned guilds (too bad it can’t carry the momentum into Thursday’s Critics Choice Movie Awards and Sunday’s Golden Globes, both of which largely overlooked the thriller) and Midnight in Paris drawing at least one persuasive argument that it would not only contend on Oscar night, but in fact has a terrific chance to win . Invoking Annie Hall , The Silence of the Lambs , Gladiator , and other erstwhile Best Picture winners that bucked the convention of a fall release date, Gold Derby’s Tom Brueggemann went way in depth to explain why Woody Allen’s May flower may come up smelling like a rose next month. A sample: None of these films was the obvious winner when they were released. Each had to withstand competition from highly touted late-year entries to prevail under the old “most votes wins” system. Under this method of counting, Midnight in Paris , Hugo and The Artist might split the votes. Each is a period piece centered on creative types in the 1920s and 30s; these somewhat stylized yet smart entertainments appeal to older members. However, under preferential voting, the chances of one of these three winning increases with the one most likely to prevail having the most top-of-the-list support and fewest detractors — i.e., Midnight in Paris . There’s a lot more worthy reading where that came from; Brueggemann’s piece is easily the most sensible, thought-provoking awards analysis I’ve read all week. Anyway, speaking of The Artist , all the guild recognition and forthcoming Hollywood love this weekend couldn’t stop some commentators to from sniffing a backlash. No sooner did Tom O’Neil and Rotten Tomatoes editor Matt Atchity surmise that a fade might be near than The Guardian ‘s Joe Utichi spotlighted the silent film’s thriving subculture of foes. “[A]s the road to the Oscars winds ever on,” he wrote, “it seems this year’s awards favorite, The Artist , isn’t immune to a spirited blogger backlash that sounds ever louder as the film’s five-star reviews continue to decorate its myriad campaign ads.” And then there was Kim Novak Rapegate , the most tastelessly, transparently obvious smear job since someone delivered the L.A. Times mass quantities of weak ammo against The Hurt Locker two years ago. “Today, actress Kim Novak — a noted recluse so out of the Hollywood loop that I doubt most people under 50 know her name — took a full page ad in Variety ,” wrote Roger Friedman, citing Novak’s instantly infamous “protest” that The Artist ‘s brief use of music from Vertigo had “violated” her “body of work.” Friedman, himself a noted Harvey Weinstein ally/mouthpiece, continued in the front-runner’s defense: “It’s hard to believe that Novak was so motivated by The Artist soundtrack -– so full of original melodies and inventive work–that she called up Variety and read them a credit card number.” Who’s behind it? Who knows? However, for those keeping score at home, you’ll note that this would mark the second time in as many months that the subject of rape has entered this year’s awards conversation; previously, David Fincher alleged that Dragon Tattoo contained “too much anal rape” to merit Oscar consideration, which we’re finding now is not the case. And Dragon Tattoo producer Scott Rudin essentially hates Weinstein, so… Coincidence? You’ll have plenty of time to think it over while I apply a few bottles of Purell. The Leading 5: 1. Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist 2. Alexander Payne, The Descendants 3. Woody Allen, Midnight in Paris 4. Martin Scorsese, Hugo 5. Steven Spielberg, War Horse Outsiders : David Fincher, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo ; Bennett Miller, Moneyball ; Tate Taylor, The Help ; Nicolas Winding Refn, Drive Thanks for playing last week, Tate Taylor! The prognosis of the upstart Help director — whose Oscar hopes went from meteoric to crater-rific within about 60 seconds of the DGA nominations announcement — received perhaps the best read from Mark Harris: [F]ilmmakers who get DGA nominations but not Oscar nominations tend to have won DGA hearts with crowd-pleasing studio films: Gary Ross for Seabiscuit , James L. Brooks for As Good As It Gets , Frank Darabont for The Green Mile . Between them, Cameron Crowe, Christopher Nolan, and Rob Reiner have eight DGA nominations -— and zero Best Director Oscar nominations. By contrast, here’s a partial list of the directors who, over the last 15 years, failed to score with the DGA but were nominated for Oscars anyway: Stephen Daldry, Paul Greengrass, Mike Leigh, Pedro Almodovar, Fernando Meirelles, Atom Egoyan, David Lynch. Populists and hitmakers need not apply; even when Clint Eastwood pulled off this feat, it was for Letters From Iwo Jima . This would seem to be very bad news for Tate Taylor — a prototypical DGA nominee if ever there was one[.] The thing is, Harris wrote that in the context of assessing Fincher and Allen’s Oscar chances, particularly vis-à-vis those of Spielberg. Oh, yeah — that guy. Remember him? The slumping titan who epitomizes Michael Cieply’s terrific estimation of how 2011-12 “could be remembered less for its winners than for a large array of high-profile contenders who will be struggling — right up until the Oscar nominations are announced later this month — to avoid embarrassment”? Personally, I can’t envision Spielberg shut out of this category; guilds are helpful precursors, but they tend to have biases that the Academy doesn’t share. (To wit, noted Scott Feinberg: “My hunch is that the DGA’s demographics worked in [Fincher’s] favor, in the sense that the majority of the DGA’s roughly 13,500 members primarily work not in film but in TV, the medium in which Fincher first made his name by shooting some extraordinary commercials and music videos.”) But again, it’s just objectively true that multiple precursors can add up to one collective impact for better or worse. This is either the time for Spielberg’s faction in the Academy to commence rallying or for everyone to just resolve to wait for Lincoln later this year. Or maybe DreamWorks buys a really, really big table this weekend at the Beverly Hilton and the HFPA whips War Horse back to a sprint. We’ll find out soon enough. The Leading 5: 1. (tie) Meryl Streep, The Iron Lady 1. (tie) Viola Davis, The Help 3. Michelle Williams, My Week With Marilyn 4. Tilda Swinton, We Need to Talk About Kevin 5. Rooney Mara, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Outsiders : Glenn Close, Albert Nobbs ; Charlize Theron, Young Adult ; Elizabeth Olsen, Martha Marcy May Marlene If a rising tide indeed lifts all boats, then Mara and even Close — whose film finally made some official Oscar headway in the Makeup category — are finding themselves resting a little higher this week. But it hardly matters in light of what’s happening at the tippy-top of the Index, where Streep and Davis are riding their respective waves virtually hand-in-hand. Take their appearances at this week’s NY Film Critics Circle Awards gala, where Davis actually presented Streep with the organization’s Best Actress honors: “It’s a testament to her that she’d do this in this year, which is her year,” Streep acknowledged in her acceptance speech. Streep’s acceptance speech! Thank God we can proceed with class in at least one category here. Well, class and complete and utter confusion, anyway. “[T]here will be questions regarding this race until Oscar Sunday,” wrote Gregory Ellwood — accurately. The Leading 5: 1. Jean Dujardin, The Artist 2. Brad Pitt, Moneyball 3. George Clooney, The Descendants 4. Michael Fassbender, Shame 5. Gary Oldman, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy Outsiders : Leonardo DiCaprio, J. Edgar ; Demi

Producers Guild Nominations: Bridesmaids, Ides, Dragon Tattoo Make Cut; Tree of Life Snubbed

The Producers Guild of America just announced its 2012 award nominees, with a few surprises ( The Ides of March ? Again ?) and noteworthy snubs (sorry, Tree of Life -ers) in the main event. Meanwhile, the animated category dared to recognize the roundly loathed Cars 2 , and the documentary voters gave at least on conspicuous Oscar snubbee a break (I’m looking at you, Senna ). The full list of film awards is below; check our sister site Deadline for TV nominees as well. Darryl F. Zanuck Producer of the Year Award in Theatrical Motion Pictures: THE ARTIST Producer: Thomas Langmann BRIDESMAIDS Producers: Judd Apatow, Barry Mendel, Clayton Townsend THE DESCENDANTS Producers: Jim Burke, Alexander Payne, Jim Taylor THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO Producers: Ceán Chaffin, Scott Rudin THE HELP Producers: Michael Barnathan, Chris Columbus, Brunson Green HUGO Producers: Graham King, Martin Scorsese THE IDES OF MARCH Producers: George Clooney, Grant Heslov, Brian Oliver MIDNIGHT IN PARIS Producers: Letty Aronson, Stephen Tenenbaum MONEYBALL Producers: Michael De Luca, Rachael Horovitz, Brad Pitt WAR HORSE Producers: Kathleen Kennedy, Steven Spielberg The Producers Guild of America Producer of the Year Award in Animated Theatrical Motion Pictures: THE ADVENTURES OF TINTIN Producers: Peter Jackson, Kathleen Kennedy, Steven Spielberg CARS 2 Producer: Denise Ream KUNG FU PANDA 2 Producer: Melissa Cobb PUSS IN BOOTS Producers: Joe M. Aguilar, Latifa Ouaou RANGO Producers: John B. Carls, Gore Verbinski The Producers Guild of America Producer of the Year Award in Documentary Theatrical Motion Pictures: BEATS, RHYMES & LIFE: THE TRAVELS OF A TRIBE CALLED QUEST Producers: Michael Rapaport, Edward Parks (*additional producers eligibility pending arbitration completion) BILL CUNNINGHAM NEW YORK Producer: Philip Gefter PROJECT NIM Producer: Simon Chinn SENNA Producer: James Gay-Rees THE UNION Producers: Cameron Crowe, Michelle Panek ###

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The Ides of March, The Artist and Other Moviegoing Let-Downs of 2011

The key to a list of moviegoing disappointments is the element of expectation: I am prepared to say I watched more suicidally bad films in 2011 than in any other year in my life; to be merely disappointed suggests a certain relativity. For example, I found The Ides of March to be a tremendous let down, I think partly because my hopes were inflated. George Clooney’s high political tragedy is perfectly cast, and that early, loaded exchange of glances between rival campaign managers Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Paul Giamatti goes off like a starter pistol. But The Ides of March is like that — it keeps threatening to start something interesting, right up to the point that it just… ends. I had the same issue with Good Night and Good Luck , another major disappointment and another film that played as if it were perpetually about to begin . The pleasures of Ryan Gosling’s performance as the fledgling spinmeister feel stingy — why tell us that he’s known to rock the microphone when we paid for the show? And Clooney’s Teflon governor is an empty, well-cut overcoat — perhaps the most glaring evidence of both the character and the director’s failure is that his one big scene with his golden boy star is the least exciting one in the movie. Given the improbable, stadium-rolling wave of appreciation that greeted The Artist , I expected much more than the mannered silent that Michel Hazanavicius and co. delivered. A mediocre movie with a couple of bright moments, The Artist also had too little to say about its chosen themes. Given the challenge of holding our attention across a silent film landscape, the music felt either too sparse or too sentimentally obvious, and the droopy patches felt twice as long as they needed to. The story of a silent film star left behind by the transition to sound was unconvincing when it needed to be clear and dolorous when it might have been lyrical. Similarly cranky friends have fixated on the issue of George Valentin’s (Jean Dujardin) refusal to speak on film—was it the accent? A principled stance? The fact that they were at all unsure points out a massive gap in the center of The Artist , one its title sews up too neatly. Any close follower of Werner Herzog’s career should know better than to bring expectations brewed from his last film into the next. Along with an auteurist consistency of preoccupations, Herzog shares with Woody Allen a prodigious output of wildly variable quality. The titles of this year’s Herzogian harvest — the sublime Cave of Forgotten Dreams and the slapdash Into the Abyss — seem interchangeable, but the latter felt to me like Achilles Herzog, a hot check of a documentary passed off as the real thing. Researched and assembled under extreme time constraints, Into the Abyss is an inquiry into the death penalty that gets by on artful narrative juxtapositions and moments of profound, almost invasive intimacy with its interview subjects. The reach for effect often feels more craven than considered, and the crime at the heart of the film is eventually clouded over for convenience. When a topic and a director — and a title! — of this magnitude collide, the viewer wants the Earth to shimmy; instead we had to settle for the Richter equivalent of a quick freehand sketch. I’ve watched Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy twice now and I still couldn’t give you a basic plot summary. Having felt like a failure after the first viewing, after the second I’m prepared to push the better part of the blame onto director Tomas Alfredson and his Let the Right One In editor Dino Jonsäter. It’s a film that seems designed for le Carré obsessives, which means the rest of us may have to sit through all 57 hours of the 1979 BBC production just to get the facts straight. It’s a shame, because the performances and the production design knocked me out, but of all the ways to sex up a retro-procedural, I’d put mincing it into incomprehensibility second to casting Young Jeezy as George Smiley. With The Iron Lady Meryl Streep re-stamps her all-access passport to human history, and proves once again that the only thing she can’t seem to defy are superlative clichés. There are no words left to describe the kind of work Streep does — even those who dismiss her as a mere impressionist have to admit that her Margaret Thatcher is uncanny in its near-total self-effacement. But the film built around that performance is in some sense designed to disappoint: The biopic is an inefficient delivery system for dramatic tension or even, paradoxically, the human arc of a lifetime. It’s the movie equivalent of a greatest hits package, and while I’m not crazy about the appropriation of the still-living Thatcher’s dementia as a dramatic device, for me the more broadly director Phyllida Lloyd played her hand — ruining every successful visual cue by repeating it three times, leaping from one familiar milestone to the next — the farther we move away from the potential of Streep’s performance and the uneven richness of Thatcher’s story, into the straight flush of political iconography. Follow Michelle Orange on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .

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Bad News, Julia Roberts: Mirror, Mirror’s Online Praise Might Be Studio-Generated

Last week, you and I watched the first trailer for Tarsem Singh’s Mirror, Mirror in slack-jawed horror. (After all, aren’t Snow White adaptations supposed to be about the titular princess and not Julia Roberts’s aging concerns, Bollywood dance numbers and Armie Hammer’s impression of a dog?) Surprisingly though, not all of the Internet’s feedback was negative. A few brave souls commented on the Relativity trailer enthusiastically — and now MovieMavericks.com is claiming that some of those suspicious thumbs-up reviews came from the same source.

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Oscar Index: Hurricane Meryl Makes Landfall; Artist, Hugo Surge Toward Top

The bleary-eyed minions at Movieline’s Institute for the Advanced Study of Kudos Forensics have shoved off for the long holiday weekend, leaving it to me to sort out the hectic awards scramble as we head into the third month of this year’s Oscar Index. And by “hectic,” I do mean hectic , with a lead change at the top of two categories, a neck-and-neck tie atop another and plenty of feverish competition foreseen in another. Read on for a closer look.

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REVIEW: Paranormal Activity 3 Good for a Few Jumps and Giggles, But Evaporates Almost Immediately

My complicated muddle of feelings toward the Paranormal Activity franchise are directly related to my acute personal susceptibility to jump scares. They work on me embarrassingly well. A film that’s as reliant on them on Paranormal Activity 3 , the series’ latest episode, can have me as twitchy as an meth addict out of agonized anticipation of the inevitable “boo.”

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Oscar Index: Is It February Yet?

Welcome back to week five of Movieline’s 2011-12 Oscar Index — week five! Already! We’re entering the second month of this sucker, and our scientists and the Institute for the Advanced Study of Kudos Forensics remain hard at work uncovering new hints and implications every passing day. Well, not every passing day. OK, like, maybe a couple times a week. What can I tell you? It’s still early! Let’s have a glimpse at the latest — if light — movement this week.

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