I posted a little teaser trailer about Four Lions a couple months back, but now here’s the full trailer. The concept for this movie is probably the most unique and taboo subject you can touch right now. Billed as a terrorist farce, it follows a group of suicide bombers who look like they belong in Police Academy instead of Al Qaeda.
Here’s some dug of footage that features Geraldine Brezca having fun with the slate on the set of Inglourious Basterds. When I watched it the first time, I was instantly enamored with her ability to come up with flowery words on the spot, but after watching it a second time I realized there was some method to her madness.
If you’re not familiar with the movie blog Slashfilm, don’t worry, all you’re missing out on is a bunch of geeks playing a game of hide “hide the wookiee in the moderator’s anus.” A bunch of commenters with monikers like “Zed is Dead” and “Son of Jor-El” arguing whether Hermione Granger can turn their flaccid penises into werewolves and such. Get the point? No? Fine. It’s a movie community made up completely of the kid who kept all of his boogers in the back of his trapper keeper in home-economics. His name was Billy, and he had eczema. This is their world, and why I fuckin’ hate it.
Logorama is the Oscar winning short film by François Alaux, Herve de Crecy and Ludovic Houplain that imagines a world where everything is a corporate logo. In other words, a Sunday stroll down Melrose Avenue in Los Angeles.
I’ve gotta give it to Jimmy Kimmel, this bit he did last night after the Academy Awards was hilarious. I’d also like to nominate Hilary Swank for this club, she’s the most handsome woman since K.D. Lang.
This is a really dope short film that shows off French photographer JR’s latest installation in Paris dubbed Women are Heroes. His work is best described as pictures turned into posters, which are then made into open-air galleries.
Well. IT happened. Sandra Bullock took home the Oscar for best actress for her role in The Blind Side, thus dramatically shaping the world we live in. But just how different is this post-Sandra Bullock landscape going to look? Forget “when pigs fly,” this is a totally different ball game.
The 82nd Annual Academy Awards air this Sunday, complete with a record number of Best Picture nominees. Inevitably the show is going to drag on longer than a block of Tyler Perry programming on TBS, so I’ve come up with a little drinking game to keep the festivities interesting, and your liver thirsting for more.
The long awaited full-length trailer for the A Nightmare on Elm Street reboot has hit the net. Is there anything more sadistic than telling a kid that a man with knives for hands is going to get him as soon as he falls asleep? That right there is a meth problem waiting to happen.
For all the film buffs out there, Vanity Fair put together one hell of a piece of writing on the making of Martin Scorsese’s classic film, Raging Bull. Definitely a must read.
Raging Bull began as Robert De Niro’s obsession, but the only man he believed could film it, Martin Scorsese, wasn’t interested—until the director’s near-fatal collapse gave him a visceral connection with the story of troubled boxing champion Jake La Motta. Three decades on, the author tells how one of Hollywood’s great friendships, forged by Mean Streets and Taxi Driver, drove Scorsese’s finest film.
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