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Showing posts with label Robert Downey Jr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Downey Jr. Show all posts

Sunday, July 25, 2010

The Avengers...Samuel L. Jackson unveils stellar cast! Jeremy Renner! Robert Downey! Scarlett Johannson!







Actor Samuel L. Jackson unleashed exciting (unexpected) show-biz news at a Marvel Studios presentation at Comic-Con in San Diego over the week-end.

In the midst of six-thousand frenzied fans, the high-profile action-star was inclined to unveil the names of cast members slated to appear in the much-anticipated upcoming big-budget studio production of "The Avengers".

With a nod from Jackson, stars Clark Gregg, Scarlett Johannson, Chris Hemsworth (Thor) and Chris Evans (Captain America) trotted out to meet 'n greet the fans.

Robert Downey Jr. - a surprise guest - introduced  popular box-office favorites Jeremy Renner (Hurt Locker) and Mark Ruffalo.

The Avengers was an off-beat British television series (1960's) which originally starred Patrick Macnee, Diana Rigg, Ian Hendry, Honor Blackman, and Linda Thorson.

161 episodes of the fifty-minute spy spoof were produced in the U.K.

The first fifty-minute episode aired on ITV/ABC/Thames on January 7th (1961).

The witty bill-of-fare was essentially a spy oddity set in cold war Britain.

Macnee's character - John Steed - was the epitome of style in black bowler hat and Pierre Cardin suits.

Emma Peel (Diana Rigg) played  his foil in an unforgettable portral that still resonates today in old re-runs on cable TV.




Jeremy on board with Avengers!

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Iron Man 2...bang for the buck! Rourke's phenomenal arch villain! Shandling plastic surgery distracting...





Mickey Rourke steals show!



One of the most high-profile star-studded red carpet premieres to date this year (held at the El CapitanTheatre a couple of weeks ago) was the blow out hosted by Iron Man 2.

Obviously, the producers (and studio heads) were keen to the fact they had a blockbuster hit on their hands and went for broke true Hollywood-style.

I reported on the glittering event the following morning.

Post: 04/26/10

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Today, I took in an actual screening, alongside hundreds of hyped-up fans at the AMC Theatre in Century City.

The action-adventure thriller didn't disappoint!

Normally, this kind of super-hero flick is not my ball-of-wax, but there is alot to crow about.

For instance, the strong cast turned in well-fleshed-out characterizations during the course of the fast-paced, grossly entertaining, big budget celluloid offering.

With a couple of exceptions, though.

In spite of the fact Gwyneth Paltrow's character was named Pepper - there was little of that spunk - in her performance. 

Talk about sleep-walking through a performance!

Unfortunately, Gary Shandling's plastic surgery was do distracting, it was difficult to go beyond and actually zero in on his character (what there was of it).

Joan Rivers relinquishes her title as best example of what can go wrong when a plastic surgeon fu**s up royally!

Mickey Rourke's stand-out stint as an arch villain is nothing short of astounding.

The kid that's been kicked around Hollywood, and back again, rises like a phoenix from the ashes!

Robert Downey Jr.'s acting is surprisingly nuanced - although there is a tendency to fall back on old tricks of the trade - to wow an audience.

Not necessary!

The studio writers were smart to humanize the Iron Man hero, by the way. 

Samuel L. Jackson, Sam Rockwell, and Don Cheadle inhabit their roles keenly.

Scarlett Johannson - like Rourke - just about steals the show (she's so damn good!).

Foruntately, to its credit, the studio didn't stray too far from the main plotline - and muddy up the screen with sub-plots which inexperienced studio execs (with no gift for writing or telling a story) are want to do.

The undisputed star of Iron Man?

Without doubt, the visuals - and eye-popping dazzling special effects - which keep the audience on the edge of their seat on a pretty satisfying roller-coaster ride.

3 Stars!


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Monday, April 26, 2010

Iron Man 2...premiere! Mickey Rourke, Scarlett Johansson & Sylvester Stallone wow!










The crew were taping down the last edge of the red carpet (to ensure there weren't any nasty spills once the night's glam festivities commenced), fans were gathering in a frenzy at the packed curb on the famed strip, and all mayhem broke loose when Mickey Rourke alighted from a limo.

"Mickey! Over here," the ecstatic fans (who were crushing me at every nerve ending from all sides) cried out.

"Sign," they pleaded (as they flapped publicity stills excitedly in his direction).

The Oscar-nominated star of  - "The Wrestler" - obliged to their great delight.

He swaggered over in dress slacks, a trendy dinner jacket (with alligator lapels?), a white "t", and ubiquitous shades which lent an air of mystery to the largely misunderstood Hollywood persona.

As the film buffs stuck out photographs, he signed 'em with a distinctive flourish, which caused quite a sensation on the street.


In fact, as he approached me, a crush of enthusiastic fans thrust forward unexpectedly, and I nearly ended up tumbling on top of the studly star!


Boy, wouldn't that be something to write home about!

I managed to utter - "Great to see you, Mickey" - before he was led off down the red carpet to the ravenous paparazzi waiting to devour the star in front of the Chinese Theatre.

Instead of perching in the press corps tonight, I staked out a spot at Orange and Hollywood Blvd.

It turned out to be a primo location to catch the interactions between the stars - and the most important guests of the evening - the fans!

And, the nervy throng, didn't waste the golden opportunity.

When Scarlett Johansson was spied exiting her sleek ride the crowd went wild.

Boy, the actress was quite a knock-out!

The thoughtful beauty strode over to sign autographs and floated by me at one point this-close.

Her gown was a sheer whimsical fantasy sculpted out of fabric and fitted to her sexy svelte frame.

The hair was swept off the face - which was a good look for the pretty actress - with dazzling porcelain skin.

The Diamond studs which sparkled in the light - when she turned this way 'n that - were an understated elegant touch.

Sam Rockwell strode over and signed autographs, and was all business, in a tasteful well-tailored suit.

I almost missed Sylvester Stallone who breezed out of his luxury vehicle and straight onto the red carpet.

Damn those well-trained handlers!


In contrast, Hollywood's finest - the men in blue - were quite respectful to the lookie-loo's.

Well, to a point.

One anxious out-of-towner asked a tall handsome cop if he could get Robert Downey Jr. to sign his poster.

"No, sorry. That would be unprofessional," he noted politely.

True!

But, it doesn't hurt to try to twist an arm now and then, though.

One Gwyneth Paltrow fan (a pretty blond female from Australia) went gaga when she spied the statuseque  beauty stroll down the carpet.

"Gwyneth," she hollered.

"Over here!"

Andrian Brody - with slicked back "do" and squeezed into an expensive leather jacket and jeans - smiled in the direction of shouting fans (but kept walking).

"Heh, it's the snoz," one onlooker joked.

For the most part, the stars were chauffeured up in sleek Audi SUV's, which was mighty impressive.

Occasionally, a classy black (or white) Rolls Royce would purr up to the drop-off-point, causing heads to twist-and-turn in anticipation of a star arrival.

Samuel L. Jackson was pretty cool, with signature cap twisted correctly on his skull, underscoring his keen fashion sense.

Hugh Heffner put in an appearance, too, with a bevy of bodacious blond babes in tow.

How does he keep it up - um - keep up?

I understand he'll be celebrating his 80th birthday (just did?).

Gary Shandling looked a bit stuffy, but glad to be invited to the big top.

Was that James Spader I saw kibitzing with fellow actors on the edge of the runway?

At one point, there were so many luminaries in the business zooming up, that it was hard to keep up (or on track)

Occasionally, a stretch limo squealed to a halt, and a pack of thirty-something men would fall into line to  run the gaunlet.

"Who are they?" curious onlookers quizzed.

"Oh, probably the studio execs, agents, public relations staff," I joked.

The hanger's on, I was guffawing to myself.

One of the employees for the studio gave out souvenirs for Iron Man II.

My partners in crime on the strip were envious of the green mechanical man I was gifted with.

I'll prop him up in the windshielf of my SUV - a fond memory of a glittery night on the Hollywood Walk of Fame rubbing shoulders with the little people - who oil the dream factory in the final analysis.

They snap up the tickets, after all!




Friday, December 25, 2009

Sherlock Holmes...robust turkey with lots of stuffing! Ritchie goes off half-cocked...



Jude a sexy sidekick




Today Sherlock Holmes opened in wide release at Theatres around the country.

How fitting that Guy Ritchie and the studio (Joel Silver/Producer) chose to unveil their stab at the detective genre on Christams day.

After all, this big-budget fiasco is one robust Turkey, complete with all the trimmings (heavy on gummy stuffing and basted on the outside to yummy perfection for gawking at on the banquet table).

Unfortunately, Richie's offering leaves a bad taste in the mouth.

Was it the work of the Devil?

Or, did too many cooks (four screenwriters toiled on this fruit cake during the course of production) end up spoiling the sauce?

Mind you, as far as period pieces go, this entry is definitely a stunner.

The sets are lush, for example.

And, the whole film is buttressed up by the capable hands of a master cinematographer with a keen discerning eye.

But, as one astute critic noted succinctly, the plot is convoluted.

Golly, at one point - in spite of the fact a posse of villains were tearing up the landscape ad nauseam and making quite a ruckus along the way - I dozed off.

When I turned to apologize to filmgoers on each side of me, I caught them comfortably snoozing in their plush seats, too.

In a nutshell, Sherlock Holmes is a diabolical tale about sorcery and magic and the quest for power.

I confess, mystical tales about satantic rituals and the black arts - carried out with a dash of high drama and style - have the capacity to seduce (and captivate) an audience.

Here, however, Richie has conjured up alot of nonsensical hooey!

Notwithstandng the obvious, his directing style is also nothing short of harried.

In a short film, a handful of the clever techniques he facilitates here - might curry favor.

But,  in a two-hour feature, they  end up being an exercise in repetition - and ultimately - futility

Madonna's ex has a bad habit of painstakingly explaining the obvious (flags a dead horse alot)) - which is an insult to intelligent filmgoers - that won't be long forgotten.

Downey, as expected, manages to go against the tide and rise above the deadweight to the surface - and in the process - turns in an entertaining performance in spite of the shackles that continually attempt to drag him down in this ceremonial barge set adrift without a rudder to keep it on a course worth following.

At one juncture, when Professor Moriarty's name is uttered up casually at the close of the tepid potboiler, it's obvious to any dim-witted fool there will be a sequel sauntering into a theatre near film buffs soon.

If Ritchie signs on the dotted line to helm it, there won't be much to look forward to.

Doesn't take a master sleuth to fathom that out!





Too much stuffing, Guy!



Thursday, December 24, 2009

Sherlock Holmes...Robert Downey's sleuth fan of kick-boxing! Elementary, dear Watson...




For many, Christmas will not be all about Turkey, stuffing, and presents under the tree.

The laid-back holiday will afford film buffs the opportunity to saunter off to the local Theatre and catch the release of "Sherlock Holmes" starring respected actor Robert Downey, Jr.

By now, unless they've been living in Siberia, most film enthusiastics are keenly aware that quirky director Guy Ritchie (Madonna's ex) has tried his hand at updating the character of the master sleuth and his once-stuffy sidekick Dr.Watson.

Over the years, a handful of actors have stepped into the role.


Basil Rathbone managed to not only carve out a niche for himself with his characterization - but in the process - conjure up an image of the celebrated Detective that has been long-remembered over the years.

And, a screen persona difficult to shake, until now perhaps.

With Robert Downey, Jr. taking on the task in the latest studio-backed production, Sherlock Holmes may be literally transformed into Detective Cool right before our eyes, for starters.

According to press notices, in-house previews, and snippets of reviews - the new Sherlock is a buffed young man - sure to make hearts go pit-a-patter.

Even once-stodgy Dr. Watson has been overhauled.

With Jude Law breathing life into the character from beneath his skin, Watson has been upgraded from a supporting role, to a force to reckon with in a leading capacity opposite Downey.

When I was driving through Beverly Hills this morning, film critic Kenneth Turan's review of  "Sherlock Holmes" popped up on a local radio station as I was flipping the dial.

According to Turan, a lot of bickering between the two long-time friends, ends up being a bit tedious.

Further, Turan accused the producers of exploiting intense action scenes to the point where they ended  up being  "generic" - thus - rendering the big-budget release into little more than a lot of Hollywood fluff (geared towards generating ticket sales across the demographic, no doubt).

The advertising campaign has been nothing short of a "blitz";  in fact, just today, the morning papers were awash with screaming ads on just about every page in the Calendar section drawing attention to a host of openings at theatres near you and just about everyone else  in the Western Hemisphere.

And, the critics have been raving.

Mark S. Allen at CBS-TV used an eye-catching alliteratiion to get his review across:

"Smart, Sexy, Sensational"

One word say it all for Karen Durbin @ Elle:

"Dazzling"

Although I rarely ever agree with Peter Travers at Rolling Stone (he's so full of himself) I surmise that his assessement of Downey is bang on when he raves:

"Downey is irresistible"

And, Jake Hamilton at Fox TV, is already touting Sherlock Holmes as best film of the year.

Tomorrow, after take it in (this is one film I felt I should screen alongside the movie-going public in an emotionally-charged theatre setting), I'll be tossing in my own two cents worth.

I expect I'll be gushing about both Downey and Law, but underscoring - perhaps - that rank commercialism undermined the true potential of Sherlock Holmes from the get-go.

But, I'm hoping that is not the case.

Though I suspect Guy Ritchie's offering has missed its mark - in large part due to the rumor mill - I'll go into the theatre without bias or preconceived notions - and of course - pray for the best!

Like any regular joe, I always pine for a movie-going experience that is top notch and manages to entertain without flaw.

Elementary, dear Watson!





Guy Richie's Sherlock a fan of kick-boxing!


Saturday, December 8, 2007

Shane Black...deconstructs at screening of Boy Scout & Kiss Kiss!


A homeless man looked up at the marquee of the New Beverly Cinema - noticed the caption emblazoned in bold letters across the front - and quizzically pondered, "What is the Wright stuff?"

For local film buffs, it was not a difficult question to answer.

The "Wright Stuff" was a festival of films which screened at the Art Film house - not necessarily the "right" stuff - but the stuff that director Edgar Wright "likes".

In fact - it occurred to me during the run of films - that Wright may be well-suited for a career in Public Relations.

For example, on one evening in particular - with writer/director Shane Black in tow - the mercurial little showman managed to enthuse a captive audience over a couple of films - "Last Boy Scout" and "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" - which did not fare so well at the box office or muster up much critical acclaim.

As the old lyric goes Edgar, "You could sell an Eskimo snow".

Just before the lights went down and "Last Boy Scout" lit up the screen, Edgar raved about a film he argued "deconstructed" the genre. In addition, he had a shopping list of highlights in the Bruce Willis big-budgeter which he alleged set the film apart.

Well, fortunately, I opted to focus on the "event" rather than review the film.

Although there were a succession of rapid-fire hilarious quips and one of the best henchmen demises on screen - the scene with the puppet was imaginative too - the opening credits were ho hum. And, the explosion at the end was not funny or riveting, either.

In sum, "Boy Scout" was not ahead of any curve by any stretch of the imagination, Edgar!

Roger Ebert said in his review,

"As for my thumb, I'll use it and my forefinger to hold my nose."

Wright gusheth a bit too much; but, the packed house didn't appear to mind.

But - it's important to note - this is the crowd that roared and went gaga over the previews for films like "Action Jackson" and those starring B-list actors Segal and Chuck Norris when the clips splashed wildly across the screen!

Yeah, when Wright astutely noted "Boy Scout" was super-pumped with testosterone- boosting action, this enthusiastic crowd was ripe for the kinky sensations to wash all over 'em.

In fact, when Wright laughingly tittered - "I'm feeling a little bit homosexual because of it" - the feeling was mutual for many in the theatre, I'm sure.

Yeah, the guy is an astute pulse-taker.

Although Wright argued that Shane Black's aim in "Boy Scout" was to deconstruct the genre - when called up during the intermission - Shane Black disagreed.

Actually, Black hinted that concessions were made to - as he demurely put it - "get a**es in the seats" at the directive of the studio big-wigs.

Black was "pleasantly surprised" by the turn-out for the screening - but wondered aloud if the packed house was due to the "silliness of the retro moment" - or inspired by a sincere interest in "Boy Scout".

Some were taken aback when he confided that - in his opinion - the movie didn't work as a whole. Actually, the screenwriter harshly criticized the Willis vehicle.

Was he testing the waters?

Was the sting of a bad review still gnawing at him?

"Too choreographed," he shrugged. But, he admitted he liked the first half hour.

In addition, he was a little reluctant to reveal how much of the original scripted material ended up on screen, which scenes were rewritten, or how much of the plotline was overhauled to suit the suits.

The writer acknowledged he was frustrated over the fact there appeared to be a demand for smash-ups, football stadium theatrics, and odd-ball stunts.

Ultimately, he lamented that it was off-putting to have to adhere to the trend of the day.

When the subject turned to detective writers, Black confessed he was a great fan of Mickey Spillane and Dashiell Hammett.

Yes, he's fond of the old gumshoes.

In fact, he often draws on their rich history to lend background and weight to his own projects - in a bold-faced creative effort to make them resonate more fully - he conceded.

When he alleged that an homage to a "Private Dick" was a phenomenon peculiar to the American Cinema, Edgar Wright quipped,

"And, Sherlock Holmes?"

Black was quick on the uptake, "He did cocaine by the way."

At this juncture, the repartee between the two became quite engaging. Yes, Black and Wright were transformed before our eyes into a genuine stand-up comedy team.

The conversation drifted, funnily enough, to movie ratings. Both directors concurred that an appropriate rating appeared to depend on how many times the word **ck was actually used on screen. And, in what specific context.

"If you said - 'The car is **cked' - it's a PG-13," Wright joked.

"And, if you said - 'I want to **ck the car' - then, it would land an R rating," Wright added without batting a pretty eye.

The audience went wild.

Then, Black piped up that films featuring "cigarette smoking" tended to get a tougher rating, too.

At this juncture, it was noted that Black's original script for the action-thriller starring Mel Gibson (Lethal Weapon) - sold for the highest sum at that time.

In spite of the fact it was a first offering from a whiz kid - all of 22 - yet.

Memories of Dick Donner, who directed the project, were amusing to listen to.

Black kidded that the crew were forced to blindfold the director whenever they went anywhere because every time something caught Donner's keen eye, he hankered to squeeze the compelling images into the movie somewhere. The object of his affection might be a festive Indian wedding, a subtle metaphor, or whatever hit up his fancy!

When a film buff in the audience asked how Black worked - he asserted that knowing how a film would fade to credits - was not the be all or end all at all.

"It's important to know where you're going, though," he quickly added.

Maybe that's what's wrong with "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang".

There wasn't enough preparation or thought put into the ending; hence, the close of the odd-ball detective story stinks.

Speaking of "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang", according to Black, everyone in town turned the script down. Eventually, Joel Silver courageously backed it.

Black claims the reason distribution was poor, and the reason it basically got shelved, was because one exec at the studio originally passed on the project.

"He sought to bury it," Black accused.

The argument sounded ludicrous to me.

The fact is - while arty and somewhat original with a lot of flair - "Kiss Kiss" was not a solid or well-produced feature. In my estimation, that's why it bombed.

Black went on to further note that he was "okay" with the fact the intriguing feature was not "given a chance".

He boasted that he would rather have people stride up to him and say,

"You got a raw deal because that was a great film."

Better that, he concluded, than to have to take potshots from people for having produced a hit.

Frankly, that sounded like a lot of twisted logic to me. At this point, I was not so sure that Shane Black was entirely honest.

For example, at times during the Q & A, Black walked a fine line. He was inclined to tease a little - hold back a lot - then offer up just enough background info to titillate.

In the end scenario, he left a lot of questions unanswered.

Curiously - when one fellow in the audience asked about his prior writing relationship with Decker - he was hesitant to respond, at first.

After all, it has just been revealed that Decker - his former writing partner - had been accused of being "cool" towards Shane Black in Q & A sessions at other events elsewhere when his name was brought up.

However, in what amounted to a diplomatic moment, he applauded the writer's talent.

And, went so far as to state, "I'd work with him again."

Then, he uttered almost under his breath, "But..."

Yeah, there's always a but.

From his standpoint, he and Decker were both Alpha males, bent on getting their own way. In gay terminology - both were "tops" - neither versatile enough to go "bottom" to make the partnership of "strange bedfellows" work.

In "Kiss Kiss" - Black chose to feature a couple of off-beat characters he affectionately referred to as the - "fu** up" (played by Robert Downey, Jr.) and "the fag" - a role inhabited by temperamental actor, Val Kilmer

At that time, no one wanted to hire Kilmer or Downey, for obvious reasons.

He theorized the reason both were so cooperative on this project was due to the fact that "both had to shape up and fly right" or suffer the consequences of losing further footing in their respective careers. Because both needed the project, they were humble, according to Black.

Then, he made a curious comment - something to the effect that "the scenario" would obviously change - when "both were back on top".

But, he corrected himself.

"Well, Downey will always remain humbled."

Inferring, of course, that Kilmer will no doubt be up to his old tricks once his fortunes change. If they ever do!

The audience roared!

He noted for the record there were no on-set troubles with either actor; in fact, he alleged there were more problems with actor Bruce Willis on "Boy Scout".

"Bruce wore a hairpiece in the movie, by the way," he casually pointed out for some inexplicable reason out-of-the-blue.

After noting that he turns 46 next week, Mr. Black confessed to recent Botox injections.

"My face is swollen and feels like a hose injected water into it."

Ah, perhaps that explains his tendency to stare at the floor during the interview. Was he a little self-conscious, perhaps?

Maybe he was embarrassed a little by the fact that he was garnering so much attention for a couple of forgettable films that didn't deserve the attention?

In a body of work, they're important, though.

It will be interesting to see where the man has positioned himself in coming years.

Life Achievement Award? "King" of the Hill?

Maybe.

The remarkable filmic style on display in "Kiss Kiss" is difficult to ignore - especially in view of the fact - it signals a potential for greatness pregnant with possiblities.

We'll see.


 
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