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Ellen DeGeneres to Host Oscars

Having apparently passed on John Stewart, the producer of the Academy Awards program set to air on ABC on February 25, 2007, announced that the new host would be Ellen DeGeneres.  Now, say what you will about her lifestyle, but this is actually a pretty good choice.  She's held similar jobs before (Grammy's twice, Primetime Emmy's twice), and has acquitted herself nicely; she's not, by any stretch of the imagination, a "movie star"; and she may actually be funny, or at least funny-ish. 

But will there be Bush-bashing?  Republican ridicule?  Marriage mockery?  Gee, I don't know.  It's like asking whether they'll talk about the movies.
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BYU Finally Wises Up

From the 9/9/2006 edition of the Orange County Register:

PROVO, UTAH A professor who has suggested the World Trade Center was brought down by explosives has been placed on paid leave by Brigham Young University while the Mormon church-owned school investigates his claims.
    Steven Jones, a physicist who has taught at BYU since 1985, is co-chairman of a group called Scholars for 9/11 Truth.
    BYU is “concerned about the increasingly speculative and accusatory nature of these statements by Dr. Jones,” the university said in Friday’s Deseret Morning News in Salt Lake City.

Not that this will stop those who Hugh respectfully refers to as "the nutters", but it may slow them down.  On second thought ...




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Cancel Those Magicians

Just got word that Mr. Hugh wants to concentrate on whacking on ABC for the proposed/perceived edits to "The Path to 9/11" this Friday, so I've been bumped.  Which frees up my Friday, but is disappointing none the less.  So I'll be back on (for right now) on September 15.
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Significant News Item of the Day

From the Orange County RegisterST. CHARLES COUNTY, MO. A Wentzville, Mo., woman was found guilty Wednesday of hitting another woman over the head with a dead Chihuahua puppy, and could now get up to 18 months in jail.
    The bench trial featured X-rays of the dog, a detective’s pictures of the dog, and testimony from the woman who said she was hit over the head repeatedly with the dog.
    Lisa Hopfer, 34, was found guilty of third-degree assault and trespassing, both misdemeanors, after a trial that lasted about an hour at the St. Charles County Courthouse on Wednesday afternoon.
    “Yes, I was pissed,” she testified. “But I did not hit her with the dog."

Only in Ameica.
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"The Illusionist" Is A Fine Way to Spend an Evening

Since school starts tomorrow, I took part of the afternoon off to take Mrs. Unblinking to a matinee of "The Illusionist".  Originally, she isn't very anxious to see it; but when she found out that it featured Rufus Sewell (in whatever part; it really doesn't matter to her), she deigned to accompany me.

And a fine afternoon we had, because "The Illusionist" is one of the smartest, best looking films in some time, with an absolutely mesmerizing score by Philip Glass.  The film stars Edward Norton as a touring magician at the turn of the century who brings his intriguing show to Vienna (played remarkably well by Prague).  There he reunites with his childhood sweetheart (Jessica Biel), who is engaged to the abusive and tyrannical Crown Prince Leopold (the aforementioned Sewell), who is in turn protected by the slightly crooked Chief Inspector Uhl (Paul Giamatti).   Can they rekindle their love?  And what can they do about that pesky Prince?

So what's to criticize?  Well, there is an inherent problem with movies about magicians.  To be truly appreciated, a magician has to be seen live, in person, and preferably up close.  With the magic of CGI, it just loses something in the translation.  And if you can't figure out what the twist is at the end by about a third of the way through the movie, you need some serious professional help.  But the scenery is spectacular, the acting fine, the costumes glorious, and the music divine.  You could do a lot worse.  
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Ryan Gosling In "Half Nelson" Is A Performer Worth Watching

The small, independent film "Half Nelson" is sneaking its way around the country, from art house to art house.  If you're in the mood for a slightly depressing but extremely well-acted character drama, "Half Nelson" is worth a look.

Ryan Gosling, late of "Remember the Titans", "The Notebook" and "The United States of Leland" plays Dan Dunne, a junior high school history teacher in Brooklyn and girl's volleyball coach with a severe drug problem that is slowly but inexorably ruining what little life he has.  When one of his players, Drey, wonderfully played by Shareeka Epps, discovers his secret, a marvelous dance ensues in which Dunne feels obligated to cater to Drey, while Drey looks to him for salvation from her own perilous situation.  For Drey is on the edge -- she can continue with school and the legitimate path her mother (Karen Chilton) hopes for, or start dealing drugs as her brother's friend Frank (Anthony Mackie) hopes for, and wind up in jail like her brother Mike (Collins Pennie).   Dunne and Drey are going to push each other up or down -- but which way?  The movie never quite resolves that issue, but at least you leave the theater with hope.   Which is a lot more than Dunne had at the beginning of the movie.

Ryan Gosling, one of the finest young actors around, is absolutely wonderful as Dunne, as is Epps as Drey.  There is not one false note in the film.  Unfortunately, this is the first significant directorial effort by one of its writers, Ryan Fleck, and it shows.  Too many closeups for no particular reason of things that we don't need to see closeup.  But if you are in to cinema, and want to see actors on the rise, see "Half Nelson".  It's much better than a lot of the !@#$ out there.
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A Simple Problem, a PC Response

By now most of you have probably seen or heard the clip of the irate father/coach knocking over a rival player during a youth football game in Stockton.  Now admittedly this has nothing to do with the movies, but it's my blog and my opinion.

Now there is no dispute that the father/coach has some severe anger management issues.  There is also no doubt that he should be banned from the league for life.  And there is also no question that he should be arrested (and convicted) for assault and battery, both of which clearly happened.  But felony child abuse, which is defined in California Penal Code § 11165.6 to include "physical injury inflicted by other than accidental means upon a child by another person"?  Was the boy "physically injured", given all of the padding he was wearing?  If knocking down a boy in full football pads in a football game is "felony child abuse", what about the coaches who put him in that position?  Are they guilty too?

In the good old pre-PC days, the father would be charged with good old fashioned assault and battery.  But in this PC world, that just isn't good enough.  You have to charge him with the fashionable crime of the decade, even if you can't possibly convict him of it because a crucial element is missing.  A confusing time.
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Weekend Box Office Puts "Invincible" Ahead

"Invincible" managed to stay No. 1 in the box office over the weekend, beating "Crank" and the truly awful "The Wicker Man" by about $2 million.  For the full report, click here.
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Top 10 Car Movies Involving Non-Santioned Racing

Or just plain cars, for that matter.  But if you want to review the slightly revised Top 10 Car Movies, click here.
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Sting Ray 1, Steve Irwin 0

Steve Irwin of "Crocodile Hunter" fame was killed by a sting ray in Australia on Monday, September 4.  A master promoter and showman, he will be missed by the many who admired him.
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"Crank" Cranks

The excremental "The Wicker Man" was not screened for critics (for obvious reasons).  Nor, apparently, was "Crank", for reasons that are significantly less obvious.  For though it has its faults, "Crank" is one of the better written, better directed, fun and funny movies to be released this year.

Jason Statham, a former British Olympic diver best known for "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels", "Snatch", the "Transporter" series and "The Italian Job", stars as a mob hitman who has been poisoned by something called the "Beijing Cocktail".  The plot is simple:  Statham wants vengeance against those who did the dastardly deed, while trying to stay alive with the assistance of his slightly loopy girlfriend (Amy Smart) and his questionably-ethical doctor (Dwight Yoakum).  After the expected one minute of setup, what follows is 84 minutes of outrageous, violent, and unexpectedly hilarious action.  "Crank" takes chances, and it makes them work.  A tremendous first effort from writer/directors Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor.  And while Statham can't be called a great actor, he has done more for balding men than anyone in movie history.  And for that I will be eternally grateful.

Now don't get me wrong.  "Crank" is rated "R", and richly deserves it.  If you are offended or uninterested in gratuitous violence and very graphic sexual situations, don't see it.  And don't let your kids see it.  But if you can survive such moral depravity, and want to have a really good time at the movies, "Crank" is the film for you.
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"The Wicker Man" Is a Waste of Wood

Since Hollywood has flat run out of new ideas (or at lest new ideas that can get financing), it's left with remakes.  Some films can, and even should, get remade, because new technology can make them better.  Take Peter Jackson's 2005 remake of "King Kong", a spectacular movie that didn't necessarily improve on or replace the original, but was an impressive work on its own.  Or like "Sabrina", which wasn't.

But while you can remake dramas, comedies, and some horror, you can't remake a film with a twist at the end.  It just doesn't work.  Can you imagine a remake of "The Sixth Sense"?  And can you imagine doing so when you post a still of the final, penultimate scene that gives away the whole movie on IMDB?  (And if you look, and you might, look closely at the top).

Which brings us to "The Wicker Man".  In its The Wicker Man, "The Wicker Man" was a reserved, classic, creepy British horror movie, Edward Woodward plays a small town cop -- a virgin --who goes to isolated Summersisle, run by the usually malevolent Christopher Lee, to investigate the disappearance of a small girl.  In the new "The Wicker Man", Nicholas Cage does the same thing -- just stupider.  After being knocked for a loop by his inability to save a young girl and her mother from a fiery crash, he receives a strange letter from his former fiance asking him to come to the island to locate her missing child.  When he arrives at this isolated island with no telephone, no cell service, and minimal contact with the outside world, he meets the less-than-cooperative inhabitants, a large group of dominant women lead by Sister Summersisle (Ellen Burstyn) and their retinue of silent, slavish men (and why women so dominant would want to keep around men so uniformly dirty, old and ugly is beyond me).  Believe me, the only person who can't figure out what's going to happen (if not exactly how) in the whole theater (there were two of us present at a noon show yesterday) is Cage.

But the worst part is a small scene that happens in the beginning.  Now, I am a firm believer that a filmmaker (in this case the producer is Cage, what a shock!) can create any kind of world he or she wants.  After all, it is only a movie.  But it is imperative that once you set up that world that you follow the rules for that world you create.  For example, if everyone can fly, they must continue to be able to fly.   About 10 minutes into the "The Wicker Man", after Cage receives the letter, he tries to locate Summersisle.   Now at that point we don't know that the cult inhabiting Summersisle has no contact with the outside world; rejects all visitors; keeps to themselves; receives supplies by air every few days, but does not allow the pilot on the island; has no gasoline or electric powered vehicles, proceeding only by bike, foot and horse; has no telephones; uses, for the most part, candles for lighting, although a few -- a very few -- homes have electricity; and that they are essentially living in a 19th century world.  So how does Cage find where they are?

He goes to their Website.

Now when you first see this, it's no big deal.  But as you learn more about Summersisle, the utter stupidity of this moment keeps growing in your mind, until it pretty much blots out the remainder of the movie and all that happens.  Which, now that I think of it, is a pretty good thing.

"The Wicker Man" is a mess.  Avoid it at all costs.
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Pageant of the Masters

That's how I spent yesterday evening.  What, you may ask, is the Pageant of the Masters?  Each year for the past 70 or so Orange County citizens get together in Laguna Beach and become "art".  Or at least attempt to.  What they do is dress as characters in various art forms -- paintings, sculptures, porcelains, posters -- climb into giant sized mockups of the artworks, and pose still as stone (they hope) for about a minute and a half.  And then another work is unveiled.

Assemblyman John Campbell and the Captivating Mrs. Campbell were kind enough to escort me and Mrs. Unblinking Eye to this gala, which was extremely kind of them, since he certainly could have entertained one of his many major domo major donors, which I certainly ain't.  The evening was fine, except for our neighbor (obviously an SC grad) who kept saying "Wow!" and/or "remarkable" at least once every five seconds each time a new vignette was unveiled, and laughing like a hyena at jokes only he could hear.

And although I'd been to this gala once before, this time I think I finally understood what all the fuss was about, and how this many-thousands-of-seats amphitheater remains full nearly every night.

It has the same fascination as NASCAR.

Not the speed, which certainly isn't there, nor the danger, which is similarly lacking.  It's waiting for the crash.  Are the models going to move?  Will someone break a smile?  Will Jesus' hands in the reproduction of The Last Supper start to shake?  Will the 5 year old boy in the painting of the French chocolate shop stop hitting his neighbor in the behind once the lights come on?  It's waiting for the gigantic mistake that makes it all worthwhile.  And you can probably guess which happened last night.
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So What Happened to Snakes on a Plane??

Two weekends ago the most promoted movie of recent times, Snakes on a Plane, made its debut.  For nearly a year it had been the subject of rumor, innuendo, parody and self-mocking, and the anticipation -- or at least what I deemed the anticipation -- ran high.

And it bombed.  Although it was the highest grossing film on its opening weekend, taking in around $13.8 million and about 52% of the box office, barely nudging past Talladega Nights, it has since dropped like a rock, grossing about $447 per screen per day over the next 7 days.  In fact, its most recent box office is below Accepted, a much less hyped (and much better) movie.  A blockbuster, it ain't.

So what happened?  Why all the unrealized hype?  Here's my theory:  people really, truly, actually do not like snakes.  After all, if you are afraid of snakes, believe them to be slimy, scary, slithery creatures, and they give you the creeps, why would you want to spend your hard-earned $10 to see hundreds of them on the big screen?  And how are you going to talk your significant other into sharing the joyous experience with you?  The short answers are that you wouldn't and you can't.  So you don't go.

And worse, once you have seen it -- and let's face it, the majority of the folks who actually wanted to see it saw it its first weekend -- there is no reason to go back.  There are no worthwhile scenes to be relived, no nuances missed, no reason for a return.  Once you've seen one snake....  Well, you can guess the rest.  It's not a bad movie -- or rather, it's not the kind of bad movie to be avoided because it's bad -- but it's not one any rational person would want to see twice.

The one thing you can be sure about is that when the Academy Awards roll around, you can bet that "Snakes" will be featured early and often.  But not complimentarily.
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"Invincible" Delivers

Since I spent the weekend helping to build houses with Baja Christian Ministries with my church, I fell just a wee bit behind on my movie reviews.   And frankly, how anxious would you be to see epics like "Beerfest"?  Or, for that matter, "Invincible", the latest if-it's-football-season-it-must-be-Disney formula movie?

But surprisingly enough, "Invincible" is a better than average film -- even if it is formulaic.  "Invincible" tells the semi-true story of Vince Papale, who was plucked from South Philly in the mid-70's to enjoy a three year career as a special teams player for the Philadelphia Eagles (or as properly pronounced, the "Iggles").  It's your typical rags to riches story, but one that is told much better than anyone has a right to expect.  The movie is filmed in dark tones, which emphasizes the dreary nature of Philadelphia in that era, when strikes and unemployment loomed over the city like a vulture.   Mark Wahlberg gives a basic but believable portrayal of Papale, and his supporting cast is outstanding.  But what really sells the movie is its soundtrack.  If you grew up in the '70's, or have even heard of the '70's, this is a soundtrack album you absolutely have to get.

And there's no Barry Manilow on it.
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