Damn, the Internet is just buzzing with new trailers left and right this week!
Today is Nim's Island, the family action-adventure starring Jodie Foster, Abigail Breslin, and the love of my life, Gerard Butler.
It's being hosted on Yahoo Movies. Watch it. I'm usually skeptical of Walden Media but this looks really fun. Not the least because Gerard Butler wears that Indy outfit through the whole thing.
It makes me want to strap on my Lara Croft gunbelt, lace up my New Rocks and just go on all kinds of sexy adventures with Alex Rover.
I'm way more excited for this than the childhood-destroying Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Oh yeah, I went there.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
More Wall*E, Yet Not Enough
This is a good month for trailers. Wall*E has one too!
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It's beautiful and heart wrenching, just like all the Wall*E footage thus far. I love his little voice. There's more than a little R2-D2 and E.T. in his animation, which makes me love him all the more. He just breaks my heart.
Incidentally, Harry also has posted a recap of the footage premiered at BNAT 9. I'm not alone in sniffling over this little robot, apparently everyone was left in tears after the last clip shown.
There's also a new viral website up for BuyNLarge, the company that runs the world in the future of Wall*E. It's a site full of social snark.
Who started this trend of viral marketing? Was it The Dark Knight? Someone else? It's quite interesting and, I'm sure, will be overplayed in the near future. But it's fun while it lasts.
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It's beautiful and heart wrenching, just like all the Wall*E footage thus far. I love his little voice. There's more than a little R2-D2 and E.T. in his animation, which makes me love him all the more. He just breaks my heart.
Incidentally, Harry also has posted a recap of the footage premiered at BNAT 9. I'm not alone in sniffling over this little robot, apparently everyone was left in tears after the last clip shown.
There's also a new viral website up for BuyNLarge, the company that runs the world in the future of Wall*E. It's a site full of social snark.
Who started this trend of viral marketing? Was it The Dark Knight? Someone else? It's quite interesting and, I'm sure, will be overplayed in the near future. But it's fun while it lasts.
It put a smile on MY face...
The Dark Knight's official trailer is up at A Taste for the Theatrical. (Be sure to click on the "Download Now" graphic, the Joker's a little vague.)
Go watch it. Geek out majorly. It is seriously the COOLEST trailer I have seen since 300. I've shown it to everyone I know. If I could show it to my dog, I would. (He's a bit too young, I think.)
The Joker hanging out of a police car, blissed out?
Rachel Dawes smacking him up?
"You've got some fight in you...I like that!"
It's the stuff a fanboy or girl's dreams are made of.
I've got to say...I don't think that's lipstick on the Joker's face.
Go watch it. Geek out majorly. It is seriously the COOLEST trailer I have seen since 300. I've shown it to everyone I know. If I could show it to my dog, I would. (He's a bit too young, I think.)
The Joker hanging out of a police car, blissed out?
Rachel Dawes smacking him up?
"You've got some fight in you...I like that!"
It's the stuff a fanboy or girl's dreams are made of.
I've got to say...I don't think that's lipstick on the Joker's face.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The X-Files: This is a Conspiracy, Right?
I said there were two films. The other is the untitled X-Files movie.
I was convinced I was safe, that it was all David Duchovny's fevered publicity, until they started filming it last week.
Wait--WHAT? Come again? Did I just...oh, there's even photos to prove it. And here I was hoping it was a bad dream.
I loved The X-Files. I owned the books. The posters. The t-shirts. The Scully haircut. I spent hours theorizing with friends and family about What It Was All About. I went as Agent Scully for Halloween--a costume which, I realize now, heralded more elaborate attempts like Queen Gorgo.
In fact, there's a deep dark chapter of my past which involves me, that Scully suit, and a few Trek conventions. Throw in a misadventure with an Imperial Stormtrooper, an appearance in the official X-Files Magazine, and you have one of the geekiest sagas ever created.
But that all ended. My love for it died out completely, as Chris Carter smoked a bunch of weed (probably lit with $100 bills from the merchandising), wrote those last two seasons and then laughed in our faces. Our years of theorizing were wasted as we learned...well...none of us ever did figure it out, except that it SUCKED.
For years, they promised a film. And no one really gave a crap because frankly, Fight the Future was terrible, the beginning of the end. We only pretended it wasn't until it became apparent Carter had no concept of "continuity" or "plot."
The X-Files faded away, a pop culture relic we all wondered if we should feel vaguely embarrassed about. Gillian Anderson vanished into United Kingdom obscurity and Duchovny claimed to be "in talks" every single time he was promoting a project of his own.
And now, just like that, we've got a movie. And a cast that includes Amanda Peet and Xzibit. Because nothing says high class science fiction like Amanda Peet and Xzibit. Remember the days when huge stars lusted after a part on the show?
Apparently, it's a stand alone, monster-of-the-week story...not that they have a choice, they don't remember any of that UFO malarkey either.
It's just...WHY? The show became a blueprint of what NOT to do in a sci-fi show. It comes up every time we wonder if LOST has gone off the rails. Just like with Indy 4, it's like the JJ Abrams and Joss Whedon accolades have been gnawing at the soul of Chris Carter and he's determined to prove he's Still Got It. And I think the answer to "Does he?" lies in the fact that both Abrams and Whedon have never lacked for work or praise. Whedon even managed to get Serenity made, whereas Carter can barely crack the headlines when he begins filming The Untitled X-Files Sequel.
The ship has sailed, leaving the smoldering wreck of the show behind it. Why dig it up? One might argue that it cannot possibly be ruined further, but I think the fact that you went from Robert Patrick to Xzibit says oh yes you can. As one former X-Phile put it, "If they could make a movie to undo the mess of the last two season, ok. But its not and so, who cares?"
And the fact is, I still have good memories of Mulder and Scully. The show might have sucked, the answers may never have come...but they still stayed true. They were still cool. The last thing I want to see is a middle-aged pair of FBI Agents desperately trying to look competent and like nothing with aliens or miracle babies ever happened.
It's just like watching Indy try to ride again. Let heroes retire in peace and stand as examples for new characters and new talent to follow.
I was convinced I was safe, that it was all David Duchovny's fevered publicity, until they started filming it last week.
Wait--WHAT? Come again? Did I just...oh, there's even photos to prove it. And here I was hoping it was a bad dream.
I loved The X-Files. I owned the books. The posters. The t-shirts. The Scully haircut. I spent hours theorizing with friends and family about What It Was All About. I went as Agent Scully for Halloween--a costume which, I realize now, heralded more elaborate attempts like Queen Gorgo.
In fact, there's a deep dark chapter of my past which involves me, that Scully suit, and a few Trek conventions. Throw in a misadventure with an Imperial Stormtrooper, an appearance in the official X-Files Magazine, and you have one of the geekiest sagas ever created.
But that all ended. My love for it died out completely, as Chris Carter smoked a bunch of weed (probably lit with $100 bills from the merchandising), wrote those last two seasons and then laughed in our faces. Our years of theorizing were wasted as we learned...well...none of us ever did figure it out, except that it SUCKED.
For years, they promised a film. And no one really gave a crap because frankly, Fight the Future was terrible, the beginning of the end. We only pretended it wasn't until it became apparent Carter had no concept of "continuity" or "plot."
The X-Files faded away, a pop culture relic we all wondered if we should feel vaguely embarrassed about. Gillian Anderson vanished into United Kingdom obscurity and Duchovny claimed to be "in talks" every single time he was promoting a project of his own.
And now, just like that, we've got a movie. And a cast that includes Amanda Peet and Xzibit. Because nothing says high class science fiction like Amanda Peet and Xzibit. Remember the days when huge stars lusted after a part on the show?
Apparently, it's a stand alone, monster-of-the-week story...not that they have a choice, they don't remember any of that UFO malarkey either.
It's just...WHY? The show became a blueprint of what NOT to do in a sci-fi show. It comes up every time we wonder if LOST has gone off the rails. Just like with Indy 4, it's like the JJ Abrams and Joss Whedon accolades have been gnawing at the soul of Chris Carter and he's determined to prove he's Still Got It. And I think the answer to "Does he?" lies in the fact that both Abrams and Whedon have never lacked for work or praise. Whedon even managed to get Serenity made, whereas Carter can barely crack the headlines when he begins filming The Untitled X-Files Sequel.
The ship has sailed, leaving the smoldering wreck of the show behind it. Why dig it up? One might argue that it cannot possibly be ruined further, but I think the fact that you went from Robert Patrick to Xzibit says oh yes you can. As one former X-Phile put it, "If they could make a movie to undo the mess of the last two season, ok. But its not and so, who cares?"
And the fact is, I still have good memories of Mulder and Scully. The show might have sucked, the answers may never have come...but they still stayed true. They were still cool. The last thing I want to see is a middle-aged pair of FBI Agents desperately trying to look competent and like nothing with aliens or miracle babies ever happened.
It's just like watching Indy try to ride again. Let heroes retire in peace and stand as examples for new characters and new talent to follow.
Indiana Jones and the Girl Who Cried Please God, No.
There are two movies on the horizon that make my blood boil.
One is Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull.
Wow, Indy. You look younger than in Raiders of the Lost Ark!
Indiana Jones is a franchise I hold near and dear to my heart. I grew up on it. In fact, Raiders was one of the first movies I was ever subjected to, as my mom saw it when she was pregnant with me. It's a famous legend in my family, retold every time we watch the movie. When that boulder came crashing down after Indy--in the new Dolby sound--the entire theatre shook, and my mom reports I did panicked somersaults. They were sure they had killed me or turned me clinically retarded.
Personally, I'll bet my infant self wasn't scared--I was excited and pissed off I couldn't watch it for another five years.
My mom believes it had another effect. She has remarked that clearly, I became a deskchair archaeologist due to this in-utereo dose of Indiana Jones. Last Christmas, after bestowing the DVD set on me, she had a new theory. "Raiders made you what you are," she said. "It gave you all the--I don't know, terminology for what you became."
"A fangirl?"
"Yeah. A fangirl. You and your sister's love of film came from me and your dad, you were born with it. You were raised on movies and we didn't shelter you, we just plopped you in front of more and I figured if you had nightmares from their faces melting, I'd know you were too sensitive for that kind of thing..."
"But it's more than that! Raiders did something to you." And then she burst out laughing. "I really screwed you up! This is where you developed your problems with men. I made you into Marion Ravenwood! And unless Indiana Jones walks through that door, you're screwed!"
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Great!"
"Still," she said. "I'd rather you be Marion Ravenwood and be able to clock Indy in the jaw for screwing you over than some a girl who would just take it. I like the way my girls turned out."
Thus, it was no accident I started emulating that other archaeological bad girl, Lara Croft? Why clock Indy when you can shoot him?
I'm certainly not unique in having my entire childhood defined by a bullwhip and a fedora, but I seem to be in the minority of wanting my memory to remain the warm sunset of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
I mean...they rode off into the sunset. What else could you ask for?
A fourth movie, apparently.
I don't want it. I don't want to see Marion Ravenwood as a (possible) single, dumped mother. She's the cool chick in the red lipstick, immaculately Girl Friday, who is sassy enough to comfort Indy with booze. And I refuse to believe she would ever give birth to a stuck-up prat like Shia LeBeouf, or let him run around with Wolverine hair. Indy's son would look like this:
I don't want to see cranky Harrison Ford try to convince me he's still cool enough to be Indiana Jones. He's not. Don't make me drag out Hollywood Homicide to prove it.
Most of all, I don't want to be abused emotionally and spiritually by George Lucas. Let's not forget, he approved the final script. That paragon of writing who brought us Jar Jar Binks picked the script because of a MacGuffin...a term no one has used since what, 1955?
Look, Lucas, it's nothing personal. No wait, it is. You destroyed Star Wars!
And while I still admire Steven Spielberg, the fact is that he hasn't done an adventure flick in years. He brings us drama, not the fantastic, and sees flaws in his early work that makes me cry. I was terribly traumatized by his revamp of E.T. and now, he's threatening to do it again. Plus he's foisting Shia LeBeouf on me. Not cool.
I refuse to have any faith. There is nothing about this project that gives me any hope. Not the plot leaks, not the dapper smiles at San Diego ComicCon, not the cast, and certainly NOT the title. I guess there could be some kickass trailer that will leave me groveling--and I'll eat this post if there is--but frankly...I just don't want this movie. It smacks of Spielberg, Lucas, and Ford proving they still have it, a big "pfft, whatever!" to Peter Jackson, Gore Verbinski and Christopher Nolan--the three directors I feel have inherited the "blockbuster franchise" crown with Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Caribbean and Batman. And that's still excluding directors like Zack Snyder, Guillermo del Toro, and Alfonso Cuaron who have given us some pretty amazing films in the last year.
Instead, Indy 4 has the whiff of the current fad of trying desperately to revive the big 80's careers. First Stallone, then Willis, now Ford.
Your day is done, boys. Your glory is preserved on DVD. Let the future belong to Johnny Depp, Christian Bale, and Gerard Butler. The world demands new heroes. Indiana Jones is far from passe, but I want to see what other legends are waiting to be made onscreen.
I know the original Indy trilogy will always be there for me, no matter what horrors this fourth film holds. I can still enjoy the original Star Wars trilogy, pretending the prequels were all just a bad dream. But the world will be just a little worse knowing its out there.
One is Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull.
Wow, Indy. You look younger than in Raiders of the Lost Ark!
Indiana Jones is a franchise I hold near and dear to my heart. I grew up on it. In fact, Raiders was one of the first movies I was ever subjected to, as my mom saw it when she was pregnant with me. It's a famous legend in my family, retold every time we watch the movie. When that boulder came crashing down after Indy--in the new Dolby sound--the entire theatre shook, and my mom reports I did panicked somersaults. They were sure they had killed me or turned me clinically retarded.
Personally, I'll bet my infant self wasn't scared--I was excited and pissed off I couldn't watch it for another five years.
My mom believes it had another effect. She has remarked that clearly, I became a deskchair archaeologist due to this in-utereo dose of Indiana Jones. Last Christmas, after bestowing the DVD set on me, she had a new theory. "Raiders made you what you are," she said. "It gave you all the--I don't know, terminology for what you became."
"A fangirl?"
"Yeah. A fangirl. You and your sister's love of film came from me and your dad, you were born with it. You were raised on movies and we didn't shelter you, we just plopped you in front of more and I figured if you had nightmares from their faces melting, I'd know you were too sensitive for that kind of thing..."
"But it's more than that! Raiders did something to you." And then she burst out laughing. "I really screwed you up! This is where you developed your problems with men. I made you into Marion Ravenwood! And unless Indiana Jones walks through that door, you're screwed!"
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Great!"
"Still," she said. "I'd rather you be Marion Ravenwood and be able to clock Indy in the jaw for screwing you over than some a girl who would just take it. I like the way my girls turned out."
Thus, it was no accident I started emulating that other archaeological bad girl, Lara Croft? Why clock Indy when you can shoot him?
I'm certainly not unique in having my entire childhood defined by a bullwhip and a fedora, but I seem to be in the minority of wanting my memory to remain the warm sunset of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
I mean...they rode off into the sunset. What else could you ask for?
A fourth movie, apparently.
I don't want it. I don't want to see Marion Ravenwood as a (possible) single, dumped mother. She's the cool chick in the red lipstick, immaculately Girl Friday, who is sassy enough to comfort Indy with booze. And I refuse to believe she would ever give birth to a stuck-up prat like Shia LeBeouf, or let him run around with Wolverine hair. Indy's son would look like this:
I don't want to see cranky Harrison Ford try to convince me he's still cool enough to be Indiana Jones. He's not. Don't make me drag out Hollywood Homicide to prove it.
Most of all, I don't want to be abused emotionally and spiritually by George Lucas. Let's not forget, he approved the final script. That paragon of writing who brought us Jar Jar Binks picked the script because of a MacGuffin...a term no one has used since what, 1955?
Look, Lucas, it's nothing personal. No wait, it is. You destroyed Star Wars!
And while I still admire Steven Spielberg, the fact is that he hasn't done an adventure flick in years. He brings us drama, not the fantastic, and sees flaws in his early work that makes me cry. I was terribly traumatized by his revamp of E.T. and now, he's threatening to do it again. Plus he's foisting Shia LeBeouf on me. Not cool.
I refuse to have any faith. There is nothing about this project that gives me any hope. Not the plot leaks, not the dapper smiles at San Diego ComicCon, not the cast, and certainly NOT the title. I guess there could be some kickass trailer that will leave me groveling--and I'll eat this post if there is--but frankly...I just don't want this movie. It smacks of Spielberg, Lucas, and Ford proving they still have it, a big "pfft, whatever!" to Peter Jackson, Gore Verbinski and Christopher Nolan--the three directors I feel have inherited the "blockbuster franchise" crown with Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Caribbean and Batman. And that's still excluding directors like Zack Snyder, Guillermo del Toro, and Alfonso Cuaron who have given us some pretty amazing films in the last year.
Instead, Indy 4 has the whiff of the current fad of trying desperately to revive the big 80's careers. First Stallone, then Willis, now Ford.
Your day is done, boys. Your glory is preserved on DVD. Let the future belong to Johnny Depp, Christian Bale, and Gerard Butler. The world demands new heroes. Indiana Jones is far from passe, but I want to see what other legends are waiting to be made onscreen.
I know the original Indy trilogy will always be there for me, no matter what horrors this fourth film holds. I can still enjoy the original Star Wars trilogy, pretending the prequels were all just a bad dream. But the world will be just a little worse knowing its out there.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
The Dark Knight, Part II
The Joker made good on his word. IMAX's showings of "I Am Legend" will carry a 6 minute prologue from The Dark Knight, and anyone wanting a detailed description of said prologue can check it out on Ain't It Cool News. It might be worth waiting to see on the IMAX screen though.
Meanwhile, the Joker made another viral attack. Really smart geeks who found his want ad in The Gotham Times were sent the following:
One of these bakeries was here in Denver, which just kills me. Clearly, I lack a criminal mind.
Here's the teaser poster, linked from the Joker's very domain.
The viral campaign has been better scripted than X-Men 3 was. How can the movie be bad?!
Meanwhile, the Joker made another viral attack. Really smart geeks who found his want ad in The Gotham Times were sent the following:
The story goes a little something like this: people (myself included) who had sent an email to humanresources@whysoserious.com in regard to the job posting printed in The Gotham Times received this email last night,
Quote:
Heads up, clown! Tomorrow means that there's one last shifty step left in the interview process:
Arwoeufgryo
Take one shifty step right on your keyboard and "arwoeufgryo" becomes "steprightup."
At noon EST Tuesday, www.whysoserious.com/steprightup went live, featuring 22 addresses across the U.S. and instructions to pick up a package for "Robin Banks." Turns out all the addresses were bakeries and the packages were cakes with a message written in icing instructing them to call a certain phone number.
Participants who picked up a cake and called the number then found that their cakes were ringing. Digging into the cakes, they found evidence bags containing a cell phone, charger, Joker playing card, and a note. The note told them to call a specific number using the provided cell phone; the number provided a voice message stating "now we know who you are" and queued the site to remove that bakery's address from the running. Cell phone recipients then received a text message from "Joker" saying he'd "call them... eventually."
Once all the cakes had been claimed the teaser poster and screening registration were revealed.
One of these bakeries was here in Denver, which just kills me. Clearly, I lack a criminal mind.
Here's the teaser poster, linked from the Joker's very domain.
The viral campaign has been better scripted than X-Men 3 was. How can the movie be bad?!
Sunday, December 2, 2007
The Dark Knight
Sorry about no updates, nothing has really caught my eye lately. And unlike the rest of the world, I haven't been able to enjoy the fall movie season as I am broke.
That said, there has been a rush of action from Gotham City. The world has been graced with the first non-Internet, full-length photo of Heath Ledger as the Joker, courtesy of Empire Magazine. AICN, thanks to a Zoner, provided a scan:
More photos of Batman and the Joker surfaced on a Spanish movie news site, Uruloki. Visit the site for more.
The viral marketing team has also been busy. Not only can you read an issue of The Gotham Times, but the Joker has had his dirty way with it and published The Ha Ha HA Times. (He even took time out of his busy schedule to note his favorite Girl Scout cookies.)
Meanwhile, Harvey Dent is trying his damnedest to keep Gotham City clean and end the reign of corrupt cops. If you have a complaint or tip, he urges you to send it to We Are the Answer. Unfortunately, some good citizens have put their phone number in, only to be threatened by the mob...
That the mob is still alive and thriving in Gotham City, despite the presence of Batman, is attested by Remembering Gina.
You can also check up on interest rates at the Gotham National Bank, though Gotham City Hall is still under construction. If you're taking a trip into the city, consider taking the Gotham City Rail, construction of which was funded by Wayne Industries.
The presence of the Joker is everywhere though, and he's heavily recruiting.
The marketing has been genius. Joker cards littered California comic book stores (with no one remembering quite how they got there) and heralded our first glimpse of him. He's put up endless websites and sent fans on bounty-hunts to take photos of ghetto doorways. He attacked San Diego Comic-Con and left thousands transformed into copycats. An unfortunate hostage was forced to record endless voice mails for the passworded teaser before finally being murdered. And the Joker promised to see us again in December.
And with all that's been going on in Gotham lately, everyone feels certain that we may be getting a full trailer of The Dark Knight this month.
Until then, you can watch the teaser (a definite let down after San Diego) and hear a bit of the Joker at the end.
I can't wait. I'm not a huge Batman fan (my heart belongs to Wolverine), but this promises to be something quite brilliant.
That said, there has been a rush of action from Gotham City. The world has been graced with the first non-Internet, full-length photo of Heath Ledger as the Joker, courtesy of Empire Magazine. AICN, thanks to a Zoner, provided a scan:
More photos of Batman and the Joker surfaced on a Spanish movie news site, Uruloki. Visit the site for more.
The viral marketing team has also been busy. Not only can you read an issue of The Gotham Times, but the Joker has had his dirty way with it and published The Ha Ha HA Times. (He even took time out of his busy schedule to note his favorite Girl Scout cookies.)
Meanwhile, Harvey Dent is trying his damnedest to keep Gotham City clean and end the reign of corrupt cops. If you have a complaint or tip, he urges you to send it to We Are the Answer. Unfortunately, some good citizens have put their phone number in, only to be threatened by the mob...
That the mob is still alive and thriving in Gotham City, despite the presence of Batman, is attested by Remembering Gina.
You can also check up on interest rates at the Gotham National Bank, though Gotham City Hall is still under construction. If you're taking a trip into the city, consider taking the Gotham City Rail, construction of which was funded by Wayne Industries.
The presence of the Joker is everywhere though, and he's heavily recruiting.
The marketing has been genius. Joker cards littered California comic book stores (with no one remembering quite how they got there) and heralded our first glimpse of him. He's put up endless websites and sent fans on bounty-hunts to take photos of ghetto doorways. He attacked San Diego Comic-Con and left thousands transformed into copycats. An unfortunate hostage was forced to record endless voice mails for the passworded teaser before finally being murdered. And the Joker promised to see us again in December.
And with all that's been going on in Gotham lately, everyone feels certain that we may be getting a full trailer of The Dark Knight this month.
Until then, you can watch the teaser (a definite let down after San Diego) and hear a bit of the Joker at the end.
I can't wait. I'm not a huge Batman fan (my heart belongs to Wolverine), but this promises to be something quite brilliant.
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