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Showing posts with label Marlon Brando. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marlon Brando. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Oscars...tongue-tied actors coached on speech-making!




 



Didn't 'ya want to slap sense into Paltrow?





If you're ever found the Oscars to be a big yawn - and you've been inclined to channel surf away from the segments Hitchcock might refer to as the "boring bits" - you may want to stay glued to the glam broadcast this year to ensure you don't miss any memorable moments.

After all, the glitzy show-biz extravaganza is expected to zip along this year - in part, due - to the cheeky efforts of the producers.

At a tony luncheon yesterday in Beverly Hills to honor the nominees, actors were coached on the fine art of speech-making to help 'em along at the exciting proceedings this year at the Kodak Theatre (except for actor Colin Firth, of course, who is ably prepared in the event he has to scramble up to the podium to accept a coveted Golden Statuette).

Tips were offered up on how to deliver a touching heart-warming thank-you speech - within the forty-five second time limit - without fumbling and coming off like a amateurish jerk-off before the teaming masses around the globe come February 27th.

For example, producers cautioned performers about facilitating a scrap of paper to recall a laundry list rife with names of folks to thank (or using the palm of their hand for cheat notes).

Strictly taboo!

Just ask Sarah Palin.

To prompt the prime Grade A cattle along, a state-of-the-art indicator has also been installed on the front of the camera - to initiate a countdown - so unsuspecting thespians don't end up being yanked off stage with a hook (or cut off in the event irate sponsors cut to a commercial break).

For those who aren't a quick study, an instruction DVD was provided, for future reference.

So, if a handful of the speeches sound alike - or lack spontaneity or spark - you'll be able to fathom why.

You can't teach an old ham new tricks, after all!

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Cameron was "King of the World"
(in his own mind anyway!)



Saturday, April 3, 2010

Robert Duvall...honored with Peter J. Owens award! San Francisco Film Festival...








Seasoned pro - Robert Duvall - has been  honored with the prestigious Peter J. Owens award by officals at the San Francisco International Film Festival.

The actor - known for playing crusty well-fleshed out characters - will receive the coveted award on April 29th at the annual award ceremony.

The following evening there will be a tribute to Mr. Duvall at the Castro Theatre in San Francisco.

The Festival organizers announced that in addition to clips featuring highlights of the actor's long-and-distinguished career, Duvall will appear in person on stage for an intimate interview.

Duvall's latest feature - "Get Low" - will also screen that evening.



With Brando in "The Godfather"

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Hurt Locker...Producer banned from Oscars! Trivia fodder for game shows...






Nicolas Chartier (2nd left) & Hurt Locker crew!



Just a couple of days ago, I reported that the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts & Sciences was pondering what action to take against one of the producers of  "The Hurt Locker" (Nicolas Chartier) for violating Academy rules.

Post:  02/26/10

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/02/hurt-lockerdisqualified-from-oscars.html

Chartier e-mailed several hundred promotional teasers to friends, family, and business associates - of which, a few were Academy Members - urging Oscar enthusiasts to turn their backs on Avatar (which he referred to as the "$500 million dollar movie") - and vote for "Hurt Locker" instead (directed by talented Kathryn Bigelow).

The unprecedented slight caused a furor at the Academy where officials of the prestigious organization quickly discussed potential remedies to punish the upstart who cast a pall in the 11th hour of the Oscar race.

According to academy rules, members are barred from participating in negative campaigns against filmmakers in the running for the coveted Golden Statuette affectionately known as the "Oscar".

Over the weekend, when the disturbing news first broke, the Academy was considering pulling Bigelow's offering from the line up of nominated features as punishment and to deter such conduct in the future by Academy Members.

However, yesterday it was announced that disciplinary action would be focused solely on the culprit in question, Nicolas Chartier.

In a press release Tuesday, the Academy announced that Chartier would be barred from attending the Oscar celebrations on March 7th at the Kodak Theatre in the heart of Hollywood.

The naughty producer's tickets were revoked, and he was summarily notified - as well - that he would not be able to attend as a guest of any attendee either.

In sum, Nicolas Chartier has the dubious distinction of being the first nominee to have ever been banned from attending the Oscars.

In due time, Chartier (and the incident) will obviously be reduced to Oscar trivia on TV game shows and the like for decades to come.

Is Chartier the first to go down in the halls of  Oscar infamy?

Well, he's in good company - right up there with Brando's Oscar misstep in 1977 - and alongside a handful of  botched acceptance speeches that didn't gel well with audiences over the years.



Brando Native Indian fiasco!


Friday, January 15, 2010

Dirty Pretty Things...Russell Young art exhibition in San Francisco! Stardust portraits of Marilyn & Marlon...




On Gallery row a splashy show of paintings titled Dirty Pretty Things screams out at tourists as they hustle to the theatre just down the strip to catch a production of Phedre.

The Russeck Gallery is featuring about a dozen-or-so unique portraits of - Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, and Marlon Brando - with a clever twist to them.

The fairly well-known images (some coined from Warhol's well of creativity) are sprinkled with a handful of glittering stardust.

On the promotional blurb, a particularly eye-catching shot of the "Some Like it Hot" star is labelled:

"Double Marilyn"

The whimsical portrait is 62 inches by 96 inches and was crafted on linen (a screen print) in acrylic paint, enamel, and diamond dust.

The artist - Russell Young - resides in Los Angeles and is well-known for his video adventures.

Twenty years ago the British photographer first lent his searing lens to celebrity culture.

The assignment was to capture pop idol George Michael in a publicity still for the album “Faith”.

Soon Russell became renowned for his stylish photographic studies of stand-out musicians such as  Morrissey, Springsteen, and Dylan.

In its heyday, Russell directed a hundred music videos for pop culure phenomenon,  MTV.

Russell started painting about ten years ago, but was shy about exhibiting his musings.

When Young unveiled - PIG PORTRAITS - the pieces  were immediately snapped up by collectors, friends, and business associates.

Today, the talented man is touted as an internationally acclaimed pop artist, who creates larger-than-life silkscreen paintings of images from history and pop culture (such as the ones currently on exhibit at the Russeck Gallery in San Francisco).

“My work is sort of soundtrack to my life, loves, experiences and influences. My method of working is to search, destroy and create. The images of this series have been collected from newspaper cuttings, e-bay, long correspondence with police departments throughout the world or even given by celebrities themselves. The idea to create "anti-celebrity" portraits was probably a reaction to my former career. However, they turned out to be even more beautiful and iconic. There is undeniably this attitude that is very real, in your face, a beauty that is hard to ignore. My art is a sort of soundtrack to my life, loves, experiences and influences. These would be my heroes that are missing from Art History.”

Die-hard fans are undoubtedly aware that Russell is married to actress Finola Hughes.

The loving couple have three children - Dylan, Cash and Sadie - who trot back and forth with their celebrated parents between homes situated  in New York and Los Angeles.

The dazzling paintings at the Russeck currently - which would heighten the mood in any tony dining-room in a NYC penthouse suite or Bel Air manse - don't come cheap.

Prices start @ $19,000.00 a pop!

Russeck Gallery
373 Geary Street
San Francisco, CA
415.981.9141

Info:  RUSSECKGALLERYSF@YAHOO.COM



James Dean
Russell Young



Monday, September 17, 2007

Sally Field...awards jinx


Years ago when Sally Field rushed up to the podium to accept an OSCAR for her award-winning performance in "Norma Rae", an unadulterated moment of joy overcame her and she blurted out to the jaded Tinseltown power-players in the plush auditorium,

"You like me! You really like me!"

How could they not love a flying Nun, for heaven's sake?

Notwithstanding, that brief misstep has gone down in Showbiz annals as one of the most embarrassing moments in Oscar History.

Of course, many others run a close second.

For example, when winning for best supporting actress in "Julia", Vanessa Redgrave thanked Hollywood for having,

"...refused to be intimidated by the threats of a small bunch of Zionist hoodlums...whose behavior is an insult to the stature of Jews all over the world and to their great and heroic record of struggle against fascism and oppression."

Um, I thought this was an Oscar celebration, not a political segment on Sixty Minutes, Ms. Redgrave.

Then there was the outrageous, zesty moment when Cuba Gooding Jr., best supporting actor for "Jerry Maguire", bellowed out to the startled masses viewing from their idiot boxes at home,

"I love you Tom Cruise! I love you, brother! I love you, man! Everybody, I love you. I love you all. Cameron Crowe! James L. Brooks! James L. Brooks, I love you. Everybody who's involved with this, I love you. I love you. Everybody involved."

And who could forget the stunning moment when Sacheen Littlefeather sashayed on stage in Marlon Brando's stead when he won for best actor for "The Godfather"?

On his behalf, she mumbled to an astonished crowd,

"...awards in this country at this time are inappropriate to be received or given until the condition of the American Indian is drastically altered. If we are not our brother's keeper, at least let us not be his executioner."

Say what?

Then, there was James Cameron's ego-inspired,

"I am King of the World".

So, last night everyone held their collective breath as Ms. Field stepped lively to the stage to accept her EMMY Award for best performance in the Television Drama "Brothers & Sisters".

As she began to ramble, the audience started to mutter, "...there she goes again".

When the producers pulled the plug on the talented actress near the end of her speech, some thought it was due to her unfortunate political remarks about the War.

However, Fox issued a terse statement noting that the action was taken due to the fact Field spoke the words "God" and "Damn" in unison; for this reason alone, they asserted, the cameras zoomed elsewhere - leaving her in a lurch.

Oh yes, on occasions such as these, it is difficult to remember that Fox is actually a family network, with an ongoing mandate to provide wholesome, family entertainment to the American people.

Notwithstanding, it is difficult to fathom sometimes how it is that an actor - oftentimes paid millions of dollars to emote on camera, or on the celebrated boards in The Big Apple - more-often-than-not - has to struggle to make sense of a two-minute acceptance speech without p**ing their pants!

On this occasion, Ms. Field was unwittingly humbled by the elusive award ceremony "jinx" - known to unexpectedly descend without warning or sympathy - when an actor boldly stumbles up on stage with the bright idea to seize the auspicious moment to promote a social or political cause.

Most assuredly, as demonstrated over time immemorial, the ominous spirit of the jinx intervenes at that fateful moment, if only to ensure that said performer puts foot squarely in mouth.

It happens to the best of 'em, Ms. Field!

A piece of advice?

Next time, take a cue from Elizabeth Taylor.

When she approached the podium to accept an Oscar for her performance in "Butterfield 8" a number of years ago, she clutched her Golden Statuette graciously, then eloquently uttered two simple words: Thank you!

Now, that's class...

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Marlon Brando...Character Assassination



What was to be a celebratory occasion - the screening of the powerful feature (A Dry White Season) for a contingent of guests from the French Consulate - many conceded turned out to be a downer brought to the fore by a lack of sound judgment on the part of the Director, Euzhan Palcy.

Yes - as fate would have it - the "Question & Answer" session afterward was where the spotlight fell; exposing behind-the-scenes production tales brimming with intrigue, suspense, and stabs in the back.

Ms. Palcy started the evening off pleasantly enough.

There were vivid details about the more intriguing aspects of the filmmaking process for this particular venture; for example, insider info detailing how she managed to secure the rights to the book and a smattering of thoughts on her subsequent soul-searching and in-depth preparations for a production about apartheid in South Africa.

To her credit, early on in-the-game, she noted to the audience that she realized the need to uncover the truth first-hand beyond the well-written pages of the best-seller by Andre Brink. So, she proceeded to authenticate the facts by journeying to South Africa incognito.

A rapt audience sat on the edge of their seats as the director recalled a clandestine trip to South Africa to research material for the feature film to be financed and distributed initially by Warner Brothers.

First hand, the locals provided her with shocking testimony about the atrocities - torture, stabbings, the killing of young children in villages - for example.

On the heels of gut-wrenching testimony - she slipped the incriminating evidence out of the country by way of her silk panties - at the height of the conflicts.

Once the script was on paper, the director focused on casting the right talent.

About this time "CRY FREEDOM" was released, so Warner Brothers wanted to shelve the production slated with Palcy.

In spite of this, they were also reluctant to let the project out of their hands, either.

Allegedly, Jane Fonda, Sidney Poitier - and a handful of other actors - pressured the studio until they finally relented.

At this juncture, "A Dry White Season" moved over to MGM.

Immediately, the production team pushed for the casting of South African actors to lend authenticity to the film. Fortunately, studio brass - like Alan Ladd Jr. - were behind Palcy one-hundred-percent and gave the go-ahead.

For the part of pivotal role of the attorney, the young auteur pined for Marlon Brando. Luckily, she knew Jay Kantor, a former agent of the acting icon. Because of an overture Jay made on her behalf, Marlon agreed to sign on.

In one hillarous recall - she noted her concerns about approaching Marlon on the issue of salary - sure Brando would back out when the meager remuneration she was capable of paying was offered up.

He allegedly chastised her for raising the issue.

"You're talking to me about money?" he allegedly responded somewhat incredulously.

"This is a cameo role on an important project and a comeback for me. I'll do it for free. Don't talk about money."

She was elated.

At the packed screening, Ms. Palcy now focused the discussion on a jovial Brando, amusing hours on the set, and underscored how everyone was so enamored of the superstar.

She boasted that at the end of the production, both cast & crew lined up for autographs, herself included.

Then, for some inexplicable reason, she suddenly said,

"I have to tell you one bad thing about Marlon, though."

We sat up, all ears!

She noted that one scene called for Mr. Brando to be dragged out of the courtroom after the Judge presiding over the case becomes frustrated by the aggravating courtroom theatrics of Marlon's character.

The whole point of the scene, she asserted, was to underscore that corrupt "powers-that-be" thought they were above the law.

However, after two takes, Palcy and the producer were allegedly at their wits end.

The semantics of nabbing the footage in the can were so challenging - even with a consummate pro like Brando at the helm - that it was doubtful they would succeed at the enormous task.

In the struggle with the guards, for example, Brando's wardrobe fell open.

"His belly popped out," she noted in disgust.

There were many wild guffaws from moviegoers in the theater who found the whole episode remarkably funny.

According to her, though, the takes were appalling - so much so - that she claimed that the editors laughed in the cutting room during playback.

Determined to delete the scene from the final cut - she hatched the idea to send Brando two versions of the film - one with the lackluster scene and the other without it and trusted that he would wise up.

But, the megastar was not amused with her ploy.

An argument ensued between the two and he demanded the scene be left in the film.

"It's my dramatic exit," he lamented excitedly.

After consulting with producer Paula Weinstein, they both to put their foot down.

At this point in the tale the evening turned dark and ugly.

Instead of dropping the issue - Ms. Palcy continued and repeated "vile foul language" she alleged Marlon hurled her way on the telephone on several occasions during the duration of their on-going dispute - some of which I would never repeat here.

In fact, Palcy was quite adamant that he not only made bodily threats, but threatened that he'd ensure she never worked in Hollywood again.

She described Mr. Brando as a sort-of vulgar madman bent on her destruction if he did not get his own way.

She claims she tried to appeal to his senses by emphasizing,

"This is about apartheid in South Africa and not about you, Marlon."

Well, over the years I've been privy to many showbiz arguments.

Yes, producers, directors, and actors fight - but generally when it comes to the issue of discussion - most professionals find tactful diplomatic ways to explain the scenarios in a tasteful dignified way on talks shows, in the press, and in their memoirs.

What occurred that evening was not only uncalled for, but amounted to an outright character assassination.

The whole episode was particularly distressing and distasteful to me because - for one - Mr. Brando is deceased. Is it proper etiquette to speak so ill of the dead?

Notwithstanding, Mr. Brando was not there to defend himself.

More shocking, perhaps, was the comment she made after her twenty-minute assault.

With a slight sneer on her face she added as if to validate her position,

"Then, look what happened to his children after that."

Personally, I was shell-shocked by the remark.

Was she inferring that Mr. Brando was directly responsible for those tragedies?

In sum, I found her reprehensible behaviour at the screening inappropriate, immature, downright tacky and unprofessional.

I attended the screening to honor Caesar, not bury him.


Brando in "The Wild One"...

 
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