Thursday, February 24, 2011

How I'd Handle... Ghostbusters III

Being a recurring feature in which I tell Tinseltown how to do the jobs it seems to be at a loss for - pro bono! Hollywood, steal this blog!

A lot of the Ghosbusters III discussion has centered upon Bill Murray, and how big a role (if any) he'd consent to playing. But assuming that any prospective threequel would launch a "next generation" of 'Busters, it strikes me as if anyone should appear in the movie, it'd be Ramis. Wasn't Egon the most knowledgeable and supernatural-obsessed of the four? I see him in a Master Splinter-type part, chuckling at the antics of the new gang.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Ranking the Tintin series

Of the twenty-three completed Tintin adventures, I don't think any are outright bad, but some are obviously better then others. Here's my ranking from best to worst, with the chronological ordering in parentheses.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Visual palettes again: Superman I and II vs. Superman Returns

The following image, I think, about says it all:

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The Richard Donner-designed 1978 and '80 films Superman and Superman II both had bright, cheery, colorful visual palettes ideally suited to movies about the smiling, good-natured Man of Tomorrow. Bryan Singer's 2006 Superman Returns, on the other hand, had a more elegant and polished but also much darker, grimmer and brownish tone - indeed, the red on his Superman's suit isn't even red so much as maroon, and the whole movie looks as though it was shot through mud-colored nylon stockings. (That's the family-friendly metaphor, at any rate. You might imagine some other, equally fit ones.)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

The very un-Indy-like visuals of Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Firstly, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is a terrible title; for the same (mediocre) movie, Indiana Jones and the Secret of Akator would have been leagues better. This post, however, examines KOTCS through the lens of its visual palette. It was inspired by a particularly astute quote from one JacksonArcher on the message board
What I liked most about Raiders of the Lost Ark was that rough-around-the-edges, gritty type of sensibility that has gradually dissolved throughout the series.... Plus, I think a big factor in separation from the rugged quality of Raiders to the quality of Crystal Skull was that everything seemed too polished and neat. The cinematography was way too polished and clean for an Indiana Jones movie. Even the locations and sets and special effects had this very pristine quality that felt totally out-of-place.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Ebert and the ending to Seven

Quoth The Dean:
Good as it is, Seven misses greatness by not quite finding the right way to end. All of the pieces are in place, all of the characters are in position, and then - I think the way the story ends is too easy. Satisfying, perhaps. But not worthy of what has gone before.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Core: a damn fine fun, underrated flick‏

In honor of Jules Verne's Feb. 8 birthday, here's a tribute to the vaguely Verne-ish disaster flick The Core. Why do I love it so?

Monday, February 7, 2011

Why the Matrix sequels lacked that certain kick

First movie, made help of machines, argue against enslavement to machines. Fun movie. Make million dollars.

W brothers realize: buy more machines, make bigger movies, make bazillion dollars. Tie in video games, make majillion dollars!

Small problem: how to argue against being machine-slave when selling machine games?

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Quote the Critics: Fight Club

Being a recurring feature in which, rather than compose our own, fresh thoughts on certain films, we quote professional critics who've already had those same thoughts, and whose prose are largely unimprovable.

Roger Ebert:
Although sensible people know that if you hit someone with an ungloved hand hard enough, you're going to end up with broken bones, the guys in "Fight Club" have fists of steel, and hammer one another while the sound effects guys beat the hell out of Naugahyde sofas with Ping-Pong paddles.