Eugene David ...The One-Minute Pundit |
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Sunday, October 21, 2007
Last two grafs in a plug for an OS-CAR® BEST PICTURE NOMI-NEE:
For all the great performances here — Ryan, Ed Harris, Morgan Freeman, Michelle Monaghan — Casey Affleck’s role as a neighborhood investigator trying to uncover the truth about the missing girl is the most astonishing. Not because he’s so good, which he is, but rather because we’re left asking ourselves, “Where has he been all these years?” At 32 years old, Casey has a brilliant career ahead of him. He also received raves for his turn in “The Assassination of Jesse James By the Coward Robert Ford.” If he’s been in older brother Ben’s shadow before now, it’s time to let that light coming pouring through. A triumph in one B. O. BOMB, a triumph in another B. O. BOMB -- yes, he has a BRILLIANT CAREER ahead of him. And I think we've found a thoroughly OPAQUE replacement for Effete Edelstein in Stale.com! P. S. at 1:50 p.m. Speaking of another down weekend (about 10%, but always GOOD!), one of the thousands of AIN'T-IT-COOL-NEWS clones types that SUMNER will be selling a horror movie to "two different audiences." Here's one reason -- it was co-written by HERR DOKTOR SONDHEIM. The unaccompanied under-17s won't go for head-scratching "award-winning" musical pretentions with their slasher porn, and the ONE TRUE KULT will surely be miffed that it's an unaccompanied-under-17 horror movie, but when you make a niche film for two separate niches you start a war between two niches and leave out everybody else besides. Of course, if the ad-blurbists can talk it up because of HERR DOKTOR...oh wait. Then it becomes CRITICALLY-ACCLAIMED. (See below.) P. P. S. at 2:20 p.m. THE CONSPIRACY refuses to see there is no such thing as a bankable movie star anymore. Look at the Os-CAR® nominees this past weekend; they had five or six putative "stars" and they bombed. Not only do these immortalities prove "critical acclaim" is BOX-OFFICE POISON, they prove that an ac-TOR can't last without looks, and looks are the last thing most putative modern movie "stars" have. We said it before; you may just as well engage in girl-watching on the street (or boy-watching, depending on your sex) as waste $15 for a stale bucket of popcorn and an even staler premise, emoted by "critically-acclaimed" ciphers. If it were as easy to file-share movies as recorded...sound THE CONSPIRACY would be in deeper doo-doo. As it is it's merely in deep doo-doo. P. P. P. S. at 7:42 p.m. I've decided: HERR DOKTOR's MASTERWUHK will win the BEST-PICTURE OS-CAR®. Why? Well, because it's HERR DOKTOR. The rest is -- silence. (Or rather millions of yapping words from AD-BLURBISTS, like EDGY.) Although there is this anti-Iraq War film about somebody named Wilson. That may be its only challenger.
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