On Wednesday, the internet exploded with the news that Disney is reportedly in preliminary discussions to make standalone Star Wars movies focusing on, respectively, Boba Fett and a Han Solo. Since the Han Solo movie is believed to take place before the events of Episode IV, the part will have to be recast with a new actor. Names as wide ranging as Joseph Gordon-Levitt to Garrett Hedlund to Taylor Kitsch have been suggested. At this point, it might be easier to just list the 10 people or things that should not play the young Han Solo. Here is that list:
Now that his first comeback movie has seriously bombed, what's next for Arnold Schwarzenegger?
It's by far the biggest, best and most surprising entertainment news of 2012, yet still no one knows quite what to make of it: starting in 2015 we're getting a new Star Wars trilogy, beginning with Episode VII, supervised by George Lucas and produced by Disney.
The Indiana Jones quartet on BluRay for the first time. Raiders looks better than it has, but is it possible this film needs a full restoration? I couldn't help thinking it should look even better throughout.
As with the Star Wars Blu-ray discs, most of my anticipation for watching the Indiana Jones Blu-ray set gravitated toward the deleted scenes. Unfort...
It's fun to look back at the early days of some of our biggest names in film and television to see just how "green" they were before they got their sea legs and went on to become, well, great actors and big stars.
In other words: It makes no sense to try to break down the specific plot points of either film. But, strangely, a major plot point of That's My Boy did get me to pondering one question: If you were named Han Solo, would you change it? Sadly, I've put way too much thought into this over the weekend and the answer is complicated.
Now that Don is back, he appears determined to make SCDP succeed
The ultimate relevance of Blade Runner lies in its challenge of what it must mean to be human. It raises the eternal gnawing doubt as to our own humanity or lack of it.
Okay? Let's see. Hmm. Oh, Ryan Gosling. I think he's also taken. Doesn't mean he can't take me out for Valentine's Day. Oh and then there's my first love: Han Solo.
Cowboys and Aliens is a mess on so many levels: improbable casting, ridiculous wardrobe choices, plot (see below), rampant kumbaya-ism, lame homages, and a screenplay only a screenwriter's mother could like.
This weekend is an excellent example of why it's the numbers, not the rankings that matter when discussing box office. And, more importantly, the context of the numbers must be taken into account as well as the hard figures.
The big story this week was the horrible terror attack in Norway. But some late night shows focused on happier things, like the looming debt ceiling deadline.
I got to live in exotic places, mix with various cultures, learn how others lived (and thought). All that "internationalizing," as my father called it, would help me later as a foreign correspondent reporting from various parts of the world.