Yeah, we’ve been pretty harsh on Tomb Raider, even though we had yet to see it. So, in the name of “journalistic integrity”, I took off work a bit early to catch a matinee showing of the Jolie breastacular. Now that I have seen TR firsthand, let me say this… when I die and go to hell, I will find out which son of a bitch came up with the concept of journalistic integrity and I will haunt their fucking soul forever.
Don’t complain to the manager. He or she doesn’t give a rat’s ass either. You want results? This is how you get results!
Word is starting to break that longtime New York based indie production house and distributor The Shooting Gallery will likely be shutting its doors as soon as tomorrow. Reuters says a formal announcement about the future of the company is expected sometime today.
Despite the 60% drop off of Tomb Raider’s second week box office grosses and the questionable public opinion of Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within, studios and production companies worldwide and throwing buckets of cold hard cash at gaming companies, looking for the next big summer blockbuster.
The early word: Doctor Dolittle 2 is painful to watch; The Fast and the Furious is exactly what it should be (mindless car racing shot by a crappy director); The Princess and the Warrior furthers the die hard film geek belief that Tom Twyker is the shit and Franka Potente is too good for Hollywood shit.
So instead of rushing out to see the latest crap force fed by the studios, why not take a chance on something different? Seek out the time twisting Memento (the film so good no distributor wanted it, forcing the filmmakers to release it themselves), the French thriller With a Friend Like Harry… (soon to be bastardized by Hollywood), The Anniversary Party (Jennifer Jason Leigh and Alan Cumming show those Danish Dogme fucks how this shit gets done), the above mentioned Sexy Beast, startup.com (D.A. Pennebaker and Chris Hegedus show once again why they are the premiere feature documentarians working), Gabriela (another filmmaker self distributed film which has earned $1.5M without a whit of advertising and has, as of this writing, a 9.8 rating on the IMDb) or the many other independent and foreign films not playing at your local gigaplex.
For a number of years, this was one of the many films that Steven Spielberg comtemplated making, along with Memoirs Of A Geisha, Minority Report, a biography of Charles Lindberg and about 15 other projects based on literary works. Eventually, Spielberg lost interest in the idea of Big Fish and allowed producers Richard Zanuck, Dan Jinks and Bruce Cohen to find someone else to helm John August’s adaptation of Daniel Wallace’s book “Big Fish: A Novel of Mythic Proportions.”