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All Tomorrow's Movies

Posted by Drew / August 16, 2006

I have been sick of movies for a while now. They’ve seemed expensive and, finally, too dull to have me bother. However, while the sun lingers, the heat has left us and I know that soon I will be watching movies again. And I want to. Some of them, anyway. Here is what look good to me.

Snakes On A Plane

Our anxiety over air travel enters its baroque period and I say let the games begin. This film must have been pitched as an exploitation pic at some point in the 70s, with a projected budget of, say, $30,000. What I find so peculiarly fascinating is that it is being done up all Hollywood A-list now. Well mostly.
A plane. Full of passengers. And deadly fang-y slithery snakes. So genius.

The Science of Sleep

Yeah, I dream of falling in love and riding away on a cloth horse sprung to life. But also of sludging around in baggy oatmeal clothes and never washing my hair, but still somehow maintaining a level of dirty sexiness that is irresistable, while pal-ing around with a short (he’s shot short in this film) Gael Garcia Bernal. Not a dream for everyday, but for some days. I was not won over by Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, although I liked that Jim Carey’s crappy apartment is, well, a crappy apartment. Indeed, apartment-faking in the movies may be the reason I’ve been avoiding them lately—that’s another tale. Anyway, something about Gondry’s upcoming project has already won me over.

The Oh In Ohio

Okay: Paul Rudd, Liza Minnelli, Danny DeVito, Parker Posey, Mischa Barton. All together at last. Finally. Who hasn’t been waiting for these kooky kids to get together and put on a show?

The Black Dahlia

Brian DePalma can really creep me out. Not in a cinematic way; in a pervy-uncle kind of way. But he may be the perfect fit here. He has a proven knack for strong genre picks and if he doesn’t get too ridiculous or get not ridiculous enough, this adaptation of James Ellroy’s pulp-lit could really spark. Could be the next great L.A. noir--the sun always shines but nobody ever sees it.

Zodiac (no trailer)

David Fincher’s eagerly anticipated next. But that’s not my interest. Mark Ruffalo as a cop. In the 70s. As a cop. You either know what I mean or you don’t. Interweb gossip is giddy with glee over advance buzz (based on the screenplay).



Sara / August 17, 2006 at 10:24 am
i can't believe you didn't mention "bears on a submarine."
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