Let me suggest trying some of Netflix's selection of Bollywood movies. I've recently watched a bunch of these, and at the very least, they're more compelling than some Nicholas Cage-paying-off-his-debt-to-the-IRS medieval action flick.
While he amassed a raft of impressive accomplishments during his many years in and out of the film industry, it's of course for his pointy-eared alter ego as the original Star Trek's Mr. Spock, such an indelible part of so many of our lives, that he'll rightly be remembered, in death just as he was in life.
Ever since television was first revealed to the general American public in 1928, generation after generation has been captivated by the incredible entertainment medium.
Will Smith carries this film on shoulders. His cool demeanor and devil-may-care attitude are appealing. He has tremendous stage presence, and he knows how to work the camera.
Writer Bruce Wagner's script for David Cronenberg's Maps to the Stars is of a piece with his other work. It blends a cynical vision of people with an even darker examination of the worship of the superficial that is Hollywood life.
The game is played on a 'pitch', about the third of the length of a soccer field, it is roughly elliptical in shape, though the edges are not treated as 'hard' boundaries as they tend to be in other sports. There are three hoops of varying heights at each end of the pitch, if premade hoops aren't available, many teams will resort to hanging hulahoops from soccer nets.
Focus works hard and does manage to generate entertainment. But, the strain shows, and the creative team (also responsible for writing Bad Santa and I Love You Philip Morris) can't seem to blend wit with plot complexity.
Unfortunately, it's not only Western audiences that have grown to believe these absurd stereotypes, but the Arab world has started down a path that now seems hell bent on destruction.
This week I talked with director/writer Jane Clark ("Meth Head" & "Elena Undone") about her new comedy horror cult classic "Crazy Bitches". Clark is a fierce straight ally who believes in bringing diversity to all of her films.
Seats were chosen wisely as the film was sure to be a bonding experience with whomever you were near. As the final preview came to an end the excited and nervous chatter quieted, the lights fell dark and the movie began.
We can say the Academy Award doesn't matter to truly independent filmmakers and their fans. We can use this as the ultimate -- or most recent -- proof that the Academy just doesn't "get it."
Now that we are partnered with sensible cars, small media devices, respectable clothing and better taste in movies than '80s chick flicks, what are the bold, romantic moves for our middle age? Lloyd, what are our lives like today? What is life like after the love song?
The Oscars represent a time for us to celebrate our favorite movies and the people who make movies. But it is also the time when we vilify the same celebrities that we glorify.
How does jazz survive with a shrinking fan base, and J.K. Simmons' now infamous "Rushing or Dragging" scene being the only understanding of this music that the popular culture knows?
Doing research on the history of discrimination against gay men and woman was both horrifying and fascinating. One of the things I wanted to show in the film was that discrimination and prejudice were not simply the result of a few bad apples, but rather an institutionalized system of oppression.
There is a system of trust between my generation and the Hollywood directors that in movies based on historical events, especially ones that took place decades before our lifetimes, the essential facts of the stories are correct.