Erstwhile child-star Haley Joel Osment, who once saw dead people, hasn’t been in many high-profile films of late. It’s difficult to decipher what exactly he’s been up to in recent years, you know, what with Wikipedia being shut-off for the day, but The Hollywood Reporter points towards something of a comeback, and a startling change of image.
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I have fallen in love. Nucleus Films have provided a series of DVDs which have taken my heart (Dear girlfriend – sorry about that, but they have stolen my affections), and now they want to take the last shreds of my sanity away too. The GRINDHOUSE TRAILER CLASSICS series of discs (currently up to volume 3) are an absolute delight for any lover of trashy, exploitative, gory, violent, demented, cheap and nasty films from the heyday of low-budget cinema.
Gleeson's Sgt Boyle is not a corrupt cop in the Bad Lieutenant or Training Day mould, he's just one that really doesn't give a toss. He does his job well enough but he takes a rather lackadaisical approach to the law and how it applies to him, throwing back copious amounts of drugs and booking appointments with escorts. He won't let duty get in the way of having a good time but he is strictly about having a good time, if you act out of turn and are at odds with the very concept of a "good time", he will bust you.
According to the Telegraph, BAFTA-nominated crowd-pleaser The Artist isn't pleasing all the crowds in Liverpool. Despite initial denials from the Odeon and UCI Cinema group, a spokesperson has had to admit that they've had to issue refunds to some punters at the Odeon Liverpool One cinema who were disappointed to learn that the film, a loving pastiche of 1920s Hollywood melodramas, has no dialogue and is projected in the old-fashioned square aspect ratio of 1.33.1.
Nominations for this year’s Orange BAFTA’s were announced this morning, and so begins the inevitable backlash over names being missed and films being ignored.
While I have an appreciation for Wrath of Khan, neither the numerous Star Trek TV series or films have ever really got me particularly excited (although I wouldn’t mind interfacing with Voyager’s 7 of 9, if you know what I mean). I was therefore quite surprised to be completely blown away by J.J. Abrams re-boot of the franchise in 2009. Characters you could emotionally invest in, gung-ho action and a plot that placated the Trekkies without alienating newcomers.
In many ways it reminded me of what was great about the original Star Wars trilogy and sadly lacking in the new one. I am therefore delighted to find that work has finally begun on the follow up.
Sunday night's Golden Globe winner for Best Actor, George Clooney, is making a return behind the camera to direct the true story The Monuments Men.
His next project, after the political drama The Ides of March which hit UK shores last October, the film will tell the story of a group of art historians and museum curators chasing down artwork stolen by the Nazis during World War II.
Skulking for the last week and a bit in that little corner of the internet called bloody-disgusting.com has been the news that the lead in the upcoming Evil Dead remake is to be played by The Blind Side actress Lily Collins.
Clearly (not to mention thankfully) any misguided attempt to even compete with the cult powerhouse that is Bruce Campbell has been avoided. Instead, the chainsaw-armed, Seventies-patter muttering hero of the original films, Ash, has been reinvented as a recovering drug-addict who’s gone out into the woods with her pals to get clean.
One of my earliest cinema memories is of my Dad taking me to see the original release of Return of the Jedi, at the tender age of five. Although I hadn’t yet seen Empire Strikes Back one of our more affluent family friends had given me the privilege of viewing Star Wars (now officially known as A New Hope) on their fancy, state of the art, Betamax video player and I was hooked. Return of the Jedi lived up to all my fantastic expectations and a couple of years later I was able to fill in the blanks when I finally got round to seeing the second episode of the trilogy.
During the next 10 years of my life numerous rumours surfaced about further Star Wars instalments, each time bringing me out in heart palpitations. In 1993 it was finally announced that Mr Lucas was in fact going to make a sequel trilogy (spoiler alert!) depicting the events which resulted in Anakin Skywalker turning to the dark side and becoming Darth Vader. Seeing the Special Editions on the big screen in 1997 filled me with even more fervour and finally in 1999, to much fanfare, The Phantom Menace was released. And it was f***ing diabolical*.
