Long before the Is- Ricky Gervais ‘-Version-of- The-Office -Funnier-Than- Steve-Carell’s ? argument raged in bars frequented by comedy junkies, I spent way too much time debating similar question: whether Steve Coogan’s BBC TV talk-show spoof Knowing Me, Knowing You…With Alan Partridge was superior to Garry Shandling’s HBO series The Larry Sanders Show . With The Office , I would take Gervais’ side every time, but I could argue either side of the Partridge/Sanders contest because both shows were genuinely brilliant. So I’m thrilled, in a sour Steve Coogan kind of way, to see that the long-gestating Alan Partridge: The Movie will finally arrive in theaters this summer — at least in the U.K., where it opens in August &mdash. I’m also cheered that Coogan has not lost his edge as the extremely self-absorbed talk-show host. In this teaser trailer, he discusses some painfully bad titles for what sounds like a Die Hard -meets-Alan-Partridge radio-station siege movie that, if the host has anything to do with it, will include “heavy kissing and guns.” The clip even has the makings of a new debate: which is the more laugh-out-loud title: Colossal Velocity or Alpha Papa? I also quite like Hectic Danger Day . Leave your choices in the comments section below. Follow Frank DiGiacomo on Twitter. Follow Movieline on Twitter.
My man Jonathan Leder, a photographer I think I’ve spoken to at least once, while trying to seduce his models on Instagram, girls who are amazing, and who pull off this vintage erotica thing for him really well….one who has gone onto do Playboy and another who calls me out everytime we cross internet paths….and now this one, Amy Hood, who I’ve never heard of, but who is the main star of his movie…that you can see the trailer of below…. The guy is fucking talent, he’s going places, and he’s bringing hotness I am into…making it a no brainer for me to support, promote and try to hang out with him for the chance to produce his movies and hold his models’ hands…. Here are the pics…The only flaw in all this is that she doesn’t have bush…
Representing a slightly skewed take on 2004’s Cellular crossed with a lobotomized Silence of the Lambs , Brad Anderson’s high-concept thriller The Call would be an unremarkable bit of women-in-peril dreck were it not for two distinguishing factors — the sexualized sadism inflicted upon the half-dressed 16-year-old Abigail Breslin, and the equally sadistic Sideshow Bob coiffure affixed to the otherwise lovely Halle Berry. These indignities aside, there’s little to differentiate this high-pitched screamer from a particularly feverish Law and Order rerun, and it might be tough for such a film to dial in sizable auds to theaters. One of the more high-profile films to bear the WWE Studios label in recent years, The Call features no actual grappling, yet it shows the fingerprints of its benefactor in the presence of wrestling star David Otunga, as well as a serial-killer villain (Michael Eklund) who seems less psychopath than juice-head. Perhaps it’s unfair to blame the producers for the film’s overwrought tempo, but whatever the cause, the pic’s dunderheaded emotional timbre is miles removed from the relative class of director Anderson’s previous efforts The Machinist and Transsiberian , confusing macho aggression for menace, and tightly framed screaming for suspense. Berry stars as Jordan, a hotshot 911 operator who rules over the bustling call center known as “the Hive” — we know she’s a star when co-workers casually ask her for the institutional code for a multiple stabbing. Featuring some nice aerial photography of Downtown Los Angeles, the pic expends 10 minutes laying character foundations involving Jordan’s unseen cop father, her handsome LAPD-officer boyfriend (Morris Chestnut), and her charged relationship with an unsympathetic supervisor, then disregards these details entirely once the action gets rolling. Receiving a 911 call from a teenage girl in the midst of a home invasion, Jordan concocts an elaborate strategy to help her evade the predator, but gives the girl away by hitting the redial button when the call is cut off. (Berry’s character will similarly vacillate between Jason Bourne-like ingenuity and howling stupidity throughout the remainder of the film.) The girl is abducted and murdered by the unseen, catchphrase-spouting killer, and the guilt-ridden Jordan takes a leave of absence. Try as she might, Jordan can’t avoid the call to heroism, which arrives soon, via another emergency call. Teenage Casey (Breslin), has been drugged and kidnapped from a mall parking lot, and wakes up in the trunk of a car speeding down the freeway. Through some needlessly convoluted plot machinations, she has a friend’s untraceable pay-as-you-go cell phone in her pocket, and Jordan must don the headset once again to talk her out of harm’s way. It’s here that the film generates its only real sparks of invention, as the desk-bound Jordan is forced to coach the hysterical teen though a series of ruses to try to tip off passers-by. Unspooling more or less in real-time, the pursuit sequences manage to evoke the primary appeal of such high-concept material, for which one happily suspends disbelief just to see how long the filmmakers can stick to the premise. But no sooner can you say “this time … it’s personal” than the film disengages completely, running Jordan through some paint-by-numbers Nancy Drew routines, and veering toward the ickily exploitative as it invents reasons to remove Breslin’s shirt and tie her up. Berry is enough of a pro to muddle through yet another underwhelming star vehicle with her dignity intact, and Breslin acquits herself well enough for a problematic role in which she’s forced to cry and scream nearly continuously. Eklund is a hulking, malevolent presence, though his scrambled-brow attempt at a psychopathic glare provoked gales of laughter at the screening attended. Whether it’s the odd directorial tic of freeze-framing during moments of violence — perhaps intended to suggest a sort of rage-induced blackout, but which feels like a projector glitch — or the offputting cadence shifts in editing, the film hits a number of unusual technical notes, yet the overall quality is solid. Practical effects and freeway footage are well handled, as are the scenes contained entirely within the trunk of a car. Follow Movieline on Twitter.
If you’ve read about the Iron Man 3 footage that Marvel Studios has shown to bloggers, then you know that, during the Mandarin’s helicopter attack on Casa Tony Stark ( Robert Downey Jr. ), Pepper Potts ( Gwyneth Paltrow ) ends up flying to safety in one of the armored suits. It sounds like a cool scene, and I won’t be surprised if it’s a set-up for another later in the movie. But I’m not so thrilled about Marvel Studios chief Kevin Feige’s recent comments that Potts could suit up for her own adventures in future Iron Man installments. Kevin Feige Talks About Pepper Potts’ Possible Future In Armor Here’s what Feige says in an interview with About.com : I will tell you this. In this movie [ Iron Man 3 ] we play with the convention of the damsel in distress. We are bored by the damsel in distress. But, sometimes we need our hero to be desperate enough in fighting for something other than just his own life. So, there is fun to be had with “Is Pepper in danger or is Pepper the savior?” over the course of this movie. In terms of where we go with future movies, we’ll see. In the comic books she does get a taste for the suit and becomes her own hero named Rescue, who doesn’t necessarily battle other people, but is on missions to help people and to save people. Will we do that down the line with Gwyneth Paltrow? Who knows. But her being in the suit is something we have been playing with since Iron Man 2 , where we did some designs and it didn’t end up fitting in that movie. But the little taste you saw here [in an Iron Man 3 clip] is something that we’re certainly interested in. Why Pepper Potts As Rescue Is A Jump-The-Shark Idea I hope it’s a passing interest because the idea of Paltrow’s character donning her own metal suit (insert Spanx joke here) to rescue families threatened by a hurricane or some other catastrophe sounds like a jump-the-shark premise that is devoid of the tension and smart-assery that distinguishes the Iron Man movies. I’m not familiar with the comics storyline to which Feige refers, but “Rescue” sounds like a very Saturday-morning-cartoon name. And that’s where this G-rated idea belongs. If the Marvel Studios is serious about putting Goop-curating Gwynnie in full-metal jacket mode, then they’ve got to surprise the audience by having her play against type. Contrary to what Feige says in this interview, Paltrow should be kicking super-villain ass Michelle Rodriguez -style to the point where Tony feels threatened by her superhero potential. Now that’s an Iron Man subplot. Feel free to contact my agent. Follow Frank DiGiacomo on Twitter. Follow Movieline on Twitter.
Harmony Korine is passionate about making films his way. “I just want to be the greatest of all time — the greatest that ever did it,” said Spring Breakers director, who described his latest work as “beach noir.” I sat down with Korine at Movieline’s New York office for an in-depth discussion about Spring Breakers in-depth. Korine talked about how society is still shocked by violent female criminals, his liberal use of nudity in the movie, and the way he likes to work with his actors. “Once (they’re) in character, and understand the story and the world, it all becomes perfect,” he said. “There’s nothing they can do wrong.” Spring Breakers features current Disney star James Franco and former Disney stars Vanessa Hudgens and Selena Gomez in a story about a trip to Florida that takes a dark turn. The film has striking visuals and I asked Korine if that quality is what makes his films so high-concept. “Yeah, I think they’re completely high-concept. I think they’re also like the lowest concept,” he said. “It’s like where retardation and transcendence intersect.” Check out my full interview below: Follow Grace Randolph on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
Fran Drescher is a very pretty American actress and here she is completely nude sunbathing with her friends outside in this video clip from the movie The Hollywood Knights Continue reading →
Everyone’s favorite hipster director….thanks to nepotism….Sofia Copoola….comes The Bling Ring….which is about the group of LA famous people obsessed kids who used the internet to track celebs and rob their homes….you probably remember that story…it was a big deal a few years ago…people like Paris Hilton, Rachel Bilson, Megan Fox and Lohan all got robbed…. Well the movie is comin’ out, and Emma Watson is in it, and this is the Trailer…and since I like the vibe of the movie and you’ve liked Emma Watson since she was 12 and you felt she’d grow up into a nice young girl…like you did with your neighbor’s kid…..I’m posting it…even though she’s far too clothed to really be bothering….but Emma Watson fans are weird and this is porn to them…..
Twilight was massively successful, wildly popular, frequently looked down upon and critically lambasted, all at the same time. A paradox, no doubt. Still, whichever camp you’re in, you should be able to appreciate this video summarizing everything wrong with the movie in six minutes of less. As various gaffes, contradictions, inaccuracies and things that just plain make no sense pile up, the Sin Counter keeps track. How high will it go?! Everything Wrong With Twilight in Six Minutes Wrote CinemaSins, the comedians responsible for this piece of online gold: “You demanded it, and we suffered through watching it multiple times.” “We’re scarred for life, but here’s your sins video for Twilight.” It’s likely no surprise to Twilight critics (or even fans) that most of the 113 “sins” tabulated here come to us courtesy of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart . None of them involve Rupert Sanders, however.
Sofia Vergara got herself some more acting work…because despite being 60 fucking years old….she’s still in high demand….for reasons I can only assume involve being from a Colombian drug cartel that feeds the execs in Hollywood….so that they have no choice but to hire her otherwise she will expose them….I mean that or it’s cuz she’s got ridiculous titties…and the movie maker’s know 50 percent of America are hispanic…and in being Hispanic need hispanic characters to relate to….so they might as well cast the best one…even if she’s better suited to be stripping like most single mom immigrants…. Well the acting work in the new Robert Rodriguez movie, Machete Kills….also staring Mel Gibson, Vanessa Hudgens, Jessica Alba, Charlie Sheen, Amber Heard, Alexa Vega, Lady Gaga….but none of the others made the first movie poster…cuz they don’t have tits they can sensationalize with guns…like he did to Rose McGowan’s leg in that Grindhouse shit… Either way, here’s the poster, I hope it speaks to your inner nerd, which in your case is also your outter nerd…you’re just lucky nerd is still trendy and doesn’t result in getting beat the fuck up…. Guns for tits…on a girl known for her tits…so fucking clever/comedic/obvious/who cares…oh right, you do.
Shailene Woodley, the new Mary Jane…because Kirsten Dunst is better suited to play a drunk 40 year old meth addict…because she is a drunk 40 year old meth addict…..is on set….walking to the diner where her character works….while filming the Amazing Spider-man 2 in New York….and that shit must make you virgin loser fan boy comic book weirdos go fucking nuts…like you must have climaxed all over your pants before you made it to the bathroom to whack off…cuz you mom hates when you do that in the living room while bushing her hair…you fucking weirdo….cuz all things comic books fuck with your orgasm threshold…you weirdo.. Shailene Woodley is not all that hot…but she is 21, so by default she’s a babe…. She’s from a show called The Secret Life of an American Teenager….which happens to be the ONLY show on TV that has given me a shout out in the last 5 years….I mean other than the occasional stolen joke…. Here are a few things I could find of her….to kinda hype her up a little and give you something a little better to jerk off to than her walkin around set….you fucking weirdos…I am just trying to make you feel a little more normal…. Here she is in a bikini for The Decendents (the movie not the band) Here she is in some magazine shot by Drew Barrymore….missin’ the mark….but pics none the less….
