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.”
Will Eisner Ever Learn?
A few days ago, we reported a major shakeup about to happen at King Rat. Variety today will run a story that Peter Schnieder, the man who sort of revitalized the animation department after Jeffrey Katzenberg’s departure and was rewarded with the chairmanship of the Disney Pictures division when Joe Roth departed, is on his way out the door as well after a scant seventeen months.
One nut goes to Moriarty at AICN, one nut goes to our buddy Patrick at Corona. Viva la revolution!
I’d also like to send a thank you and a warm “fuck you” to all our new friends who have stumbled upon the site lately. We have a whole slew of shit to cover, so let’s get cracking.
Simon West and the producers of the recently opened piece of shit Lara Croft: Tomb Raider. Opening this past Friday to near universal scorn and a box office gross even more inflated than Angelina Jolie’s tits, it seems West and company are more concerned with protecting their fragile egos than about making the best film they could. Check out the cavalier attitude of the producers as they announce their plans to franchise LC:TR even before the first film opened. Last year, another group of haughty producers did the same thing. Unfortunately for them, Battlefield: Earth has a dreadlocked alien John Travolta instead of a mammary enhanced Angelina Jolie in hot pants and a mini T. I doubt B:E 2 will ever see the light of day. Despite the near $50M opening weekend, don’t be too shocked if LC:TR doesn’t clear $80M after six weeks.