Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
However, I am growing facial hair, which, if Thomas Friedman is any indicator, compels one to talk in meaningless buzzwords and stories told by taxi drivers.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
However, key lines:
"As Blanche Dubois said, 'I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.' Or in my case, a kind film executive or friend willing to pick up the tab for lunch."
Um... Blanche is saying this as she's being led to the insane asylum after being raped by her sister's husband. Using that as a mantra for optimists is like AA using John Lee Hooker's "One Bourbon, One Shot, One Beer" to kick off meetings. And that's before the bone-headed second sentence, which totally ignores that her quote comes from someone utterly failed by her actual friends.
But the drop in the second week box office, after a decent opening weekend, almost seem symptomatic of Hollywood's problems. Dawn of the Dead and 300 both did well, but in part because they had no names and were relatively cheap to film, despite being recognizable properties. Zack Snyder tried to follow through in the same way on Watchmen with the relatively no-name cast, but he couldn't help but require expensive effects because of the property. And then legal issues came up to further divvy up whatever profit the movie actually makes.
I think that Los Angeles (and to a lesser extent, New York)' film industry is on the blink of oblivion. Whatever the unions do or don't do, whoever the moguls sue or don't sue, the entertainment economic model is increasingly untenable and whatever rough beast now slouching to Studio City waiting to be shot (on digital video, of course) could probably do just as well or better in Oregon or Arkansas or Wisconsin.
Some days, I can't wait to see it all fall down. Other days, it makes me sad and scared. Maybe someday I'll post my theories on the possible new models that might emerge, so that twenty years from now, when Jeff Zucker-tron owns the entire West Coast, everyone can look back and laugh at my blinkered predictions.
"How could he not foresee that Comcast would develop wireless skull implants?" The tight-pants, not-hip-hop listening ingrates I didn't fight in a war for will chortle.
Meanwhile, I'll sit in a theatre with Sam Neill, watching movies and going mad.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Man: What are you talking about? There's nothing like that in there
Homer: Well y'see when I get bored, I make up my own movie. I have a very short attention span.
Lady: But our point is very simple, y'see when...
Homer: Oh look! A bird! Hihihihihee.