Brad Pitt to Star as General McChrystal in The Operators Movie


Brad Pitt will star and produce the film adaptation of journalist Michael Hastings 2012 book The Operators: The Wild and Terrifying Inside Story of Americas War in Afghanistan, which gave a behind-the-scenes account of the recalcitrant General Stanley McChrystal from when Hastings was researching his award-winning Rolling Stone article The Runaway General. Director David Michd (Animal Kingdom, Hesher) will helm the movie, according to The Hollywood Reporter.

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Hastings traveled around Europe and Afghanistan with General McChrystal for a month in 2010 for his Rolling Stone article. While reporting, he found McChrystal and his staff badmouthing the White House and its handling of the war in Afghanistan. After The Runaway General was published, President Obama ordered McChrystal back to Washington, D.C., where the general tendered his resignation.

The conduct represented in the recently published article does not meet the standard that should be met by set by a commanding general, Obama said when he announced McChrystals departure. It undermines the civilian control of the military that is at the core of our democratic system.

The article was a finalist for a National Magazine Award and it won the 2010 Polk award for magazine reporting.

Pitts company Plan B will produce the film alongside New Regency and Brett Ratners RatPac Entertainment. Plan B and New Regency most recently collaborated on 12 Years a Slave, which won the Oscar for Best Picture in March. That film also topped Rolling Stone critic Peter Travers list of the 10 Best Films of 2013.

Hastings died last June in a car accident. He was 33.

Blaze Foley: How a Forgotten Texas Songwriter Became the Years Best Biopic


Even Blaze Foleys closest friends didnt know much about him. The eccentric, burly Texas songwriter who wrote country classics such as If I Could Only Fly and Clay Pigeons before he was shot dead at 39 years old in 1989 was known to embellish the story of his background, and his death was clouded in mystery. I heard he got shot at the unemployment office taking a bullet for another homeless guy, says Ethan Hawke. I remember waxing poetic about that one night....Then we found out thats actually not true.

Those mysteries set the actor-director off on a major research project and the result, Blaze (opening in Austin, Texas on August 17th and begins rolling out everywhere else starting September 7th)recounts the heartbreaking story of Foleys descent from promising songwriter into homelessness, drugs and despair. The film, which Hawke directed, has received festival praise for using real musicians singer-songwriter Ben Dickey plays Foley and Bob Dylan sideman Charlie Sexton plays Townes Van Zandt and live performances with no studio trickery. We could have cheated, says Hawke. But people can smell that.

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Before writing the film, Hawke, 47, discovered Living in the Woods in a Tree, a book by Foleys ex-wife, Sybil Rosen, about how they met at an artist community in Georgia in their mid-twenties and spent an idyllic year living in a treehouse. Foley eventually ended the relationship to focus on his growing career. But fame never happened the master tapes to his first album were stolen, and he started using crystal meth. I wanted to make a movie about the two wells of creativity, Hawke says. The one with that Whitmanesque Americana: pregnancy, life. And theres this one with narcissism, self-hatred. Why, when things are good, do we fuck them up?

Hawke used Rosens book to write a 40-page treatment that he sent to Arrested Developments Alia Shawkat, whod play Foleys wife (It was like watching a saner version of myself, or a more healed version of myself, says Rosen, who would end up co-writing the screenplay). He also gave it to Dickey, an Arkansas-born musician; he had been paying the bills as a chef in Philadelphia when Hawke invited him to stay with him around New Years Eve 2015. At one point, Dickey picked up a guitar and began mimicking banter from Foleys album Live at the Austin Outhouse. The next morning, his host asked him if hed play Foley. I said, Itd be a lot of work....Would you do it? Hawke says. He replied, Fuck, yeah. The electricity went through my back Im really supposed to do this.

Dude, I was so nervous, it was ridiculous, says Dickey. He learned most of Foleys 60-song catalog and immersed himself in his story, which ended when the drunk Blaze drove to the home of an elderly friend and confronted the mans son, whom Foley believed was stealing from his father. He was found bleeding outside their residence; the son was later acquitted of murder. (Hawke recounts a moment when he lent Dickey his stepfathers acoustic guitar, which was sitting in his basement. We look at the inception date on the guitar and it was February 1st, 1989: the day Blaze died.)

For Rosen, who was on set, watching scenes from her relationship with Foley play out again in front of her was surreal. There was a sense of reliving the experiences and at the same time wondering if Im really just seeing them for the first time, she says. I also learned that grieving is bottomless.Dickeys performance won him a Special Jury award at the Sundance Film Festival. While he was at the Utah fest, Hawke was approached by Gurf Morlix (whose musical partner Lucinda Williams wrote Drunken Angel about Blaze), an old friend of Foleys whod been hostile to the idea of a biopic; Hawke had been terrified to show him the movie. He said, Well, its the best music movie ever made, says Hawke, and thats a very low bar.

Touch Recap: Take a Number


The world premiere of Kiefer Sutherlands new Fox drama Touch may have occurred on Thursday, but as those who live and die by new TV shows surely know, the shows actual premiere occurred back in January, in what the network was calling its preview episode. While this may be the first Touch episode were recapping, in actuality its the second episode. To that end, heres a bit of background about what the show entails.

Sutherland plays Martin Bohm, a widower and father to 11-year-old Jake (David Mazouz). Jake has never talked in his entire life. Hes not mute; he just communicates in other ways. It seems Jake is of the genius variety: he can see patterns in numbers, knows how various peoples lives intersect and sees the big picture of the world. In the preview episode, we were also introduced to two recurring characters: Clea Hopkins (Gugu Mbatha-Raw), a Child Services worker trying to help Jake, and Arthur Teller (Danny Glover), the founder of the Teller Institute, a facility that looks at alternate reasons, other than mutism, for why people dont speak. As the preview episode also indicated, multiple storylines featuring random characters will weave together, all thanks to Jakes unique insight. Jake is able to connect these peoples lives in ways that defy explanation. And as the world premiere episode showed, multiple intersecting storylines are going to be a recurring plot device. Think of it as Crash goes to the tiny screen.

Just as the preview episode did, the world premiere opens with a voice-over courtesy of Jake explaining how patterns are hiding in plain sight. Its my job to keep track of those numbers . . . and to make the connections for those who need to find each other, he says. The ones whose lives need to touch.

As the voice-over fades, Martin, Jake and Clea are at Martins home. The last episode ended with Jake running away from the facility Clea oversees, going to a cell tower and dialing a number. I know what he wants, Martin, who had never understood Jake before, tells Clea. Martin doesnt want Clea to take Jake back to her facility. Eventually, he gives in and tells Jake to go with Clea. However, before he leaves, Jake writes the phone number of the person he called onto Martins hand. After looking up the number, Martin finds out its for a store called Arnies Pawn Shop.

Were now at JFK airport, Martins place of employment as a baggage handler. A flight attendant is rushing through the airport to get to a dog she is supposed to hand-deliver to a man in Moscow. While running, she bumps into an Indian man who came to New York to spread his fathers ashes on the infield of New York Stadium (guess the Yankees arent big Kiefer fans). As she bumps into the man, the flight attendant knocks over the elephant urn holding the mans fathers ashes. When she does finally get to the dog, which is in a cage a flight tarmac, it breaks free and runs away.

At the Child Services facility, Jake and Clea are working together. Jake starts writing the numbers 5296. When Clea gets up for a minute, Jake disappears. She runs to find him. When she reaches a door with a coded padlock, she decides to enter 5296. The door opens. Cue the opening credits.

Back at the airport, the flight attendant finds the Indian man still in the terminal and apologizes to him for knocking over his fathers ashes. The woman offers to accompany him to New York Stadium. Later, on a bus headed to the stadium, the Indian man explains that his father didnt even like him, but a child owes his father respect, so thats why hes carrying out this task. The flight attendant realizes the Indian man never made arrangements to get into New York Stadium, so that may pose a problem.

Martin, meanwhile, decides to go to Arnies Pawn Shop. When he arrives, a man in the dark, who we later learn is Arnie, the owner, says Im ready. Martin is confused. He says he came because he was supposed to help him somehow. All of a sudden, a robber comes in wielding a gun. Regaining some of his Jack Bauer-esque capabilities, Martin attacks the robber, who subsequently shoots Arnie. The robber clocks Martin in the face. A baseball rolls out from God knows where. The robber takes the baseball and leaves, and Arnie is taken to the hospital.

We now see the robber meeting with Russian mobsters. He owes them $10K. He takes the baseball out and explains that its a famous home-run ball hit by Patrick McGrath one that he actually sold and now has gotten back, like magic. The mobsters dont want it, and they say he has three hours to get them their money (or theyll break his legs, we can only assume).

Martin, still trying to comprehend the pawnshop events, visits Arthur Teller to ask him questions about what all these bizarre happenings can mean. Sense, are you looking for sense? Teller asks. Teller tells Martin that Jake sees pain as numbers, and Martins job is to follow where it leads. Just then, Clea calls Martin and says shes lost Jake. But Martin looks out the window of the Teller Institute and sees Jake . . . about to get on a bus. He runs out and hops on the bus.

Were suddenly now in Russia, where a teenage boy named Pavel is about to put on a magic show. He is nervous, because people dont like his show. After he performs, only one girl claps. Later, he sees the girl when hes at a store trying to return his magic tricks out of frustration. The girl tells him that people dont like his show only because they are scared of him. Why? he asks. She says its because his father is a mobster in America, like Tony Soprano. (Yup, the teenagers dad is the mobster who is owed money by the robber. Its all coming together.)

Back in America, Martin and Jake get off the bus. Theyre now back at Arnies Pawn Shop. However, Martin realizes the number he called was actually Arnies apartment, above the store. They go upstairs, enter the apartment when no one answers and find Arnies chemotherapy pills. A man appears and gives Martin a wad of cash $10K, to be exact. The man realizes Martin doesnt really know Arnie and shouldnt be in the apartment. He attacks Martin, but using a baseball bat one with the number 5296 on it. Martin fends off the attacker, grabs Jake and runs outside, escaping into a cab. Father and son head to the hospital to visit Arnie.

Arriving at New York Stadium, the flight attendant and Indian man arent allowed inside. All of a sudden, the dog the flight attendant was supposed to deliver to Russia appears. She must chase the dog, so she hugs the Indian man goodbye. Inside the stadium, the robber who we learn is also a peanut vendor at the stadium has had a change of heart and decides to return the valuable ball to the player, McGrath, who was in a legal battle with the robber-vendor over the ball. As he walks out of the stadium, the robber-vendor leaves the door open, and the Indian man, waiting outside, smiles, realizing he can now go in and spread his fathers ashes. The robber goes to meet with the mobsters to tell them he doesnt have their money. But just as the mobster a.k.a. the Russian teenagers father is about to hurt the man, his son calls and confronts him about being a mobster. Like the robber, the mobster also has a change of heart and lets the robber free. People change, the mobster tells his son.

At the hospital, Martin and Jake cant find Arnie; it seems he has escaped. Out the window they see him, still in his hospital gown, walking on a bridge. They approach Arnie as hes about to jump off the bridge. Martin suddenly puts all the pieces together. Arnie, who has terminal cancer, paid the robber to kill him, but Martin botched it. Arnie wants to die so his daughter, with whom he does not speak, will get insurance money. But just as hes about to jump, Martin grabs him and pulls him back over the edge. Just then, the flight attendant and the dog show up (yup). It turns out the flight attendant is Arnies estranged daughter, Becca. And just like this, all is resolved as Becca and Arnie reconcile.

Cue a closing montage with Jakes voice-over and images of everything falling into place: Arnie and his daughter are at the hospital holding hands, the Indian man is spreading his fathers ashes in New York Stadium, the mobster comes back to Russia to be with his son, and Martin and Jake are together at home. Its you teaching me, Martin says to Jake of the whole bizarre sequence of events. And Im OK with that.

Winchester Review: Real-Life Ghost Story Haunted By Sheer God-Awfulness


It shouldnt happen to anyone, much less a Dame
not a movie of such barreling awfulness as Winchester, which strands the
great Helen Mirren in a gothic house of cards that collapses on actors and
audiences alike. Dame Helen plays
heiress Sarah Lockwood Winchester, a widow who inherited a bundle from her husband William, whose family
founded the world-famous Winchester
rifle company. Set in 1906, the film jointly written and directed by those
Aussie twins Michael and Peter Spierig, the one who recently inflicted the Saw sequelJigsaw on paying
customers purports to be inspired by actual events. Ha! A paycheck seems the
only real inspiration in a dud thats about as truthful as a Trump tweet.

Which is too bad, because the nutjob premise of the film
could have (and frankly, should have) yielded more than unintentional laughs. Sarah lives in San Jose, California, in a
Victorian mansion that the neighbors call the Mystery House. The place, which tourists still visit
today, is haunted by spirits that Sarah
believes have been killed by shooters of the familys firearms. She feels real
guilty about that so naturally, as more ghosts show up she keeps building new rooms to
house them. A few of them are not so
friendly; it requires 13 nails to hold up
vengeful spirits in their rooms. Such generosity toward the undead doesnt
sit well with the suits that run her husbands company, of course Thats why they send in
Dr. Eric Price (a wasted Jason Clarke), an opiate junkie whose psychiatric
evaluation is meant to send the widow off to the cuckoos nest. Then things
start going bump in the night.

No shock there or anywhere else in this smothering blanket
of cinematic bland. The Spierigs shamelessly pile on haunted-house clichs that lost their juice decades ago. Heres
a film so deadly dull that even Mirren cant keep you awake. In lieu of suspense or tension, what we have instead is a fright-free fiasco that earnestly preaches
gun control. Now thats a true ticket to hell.

Goodfellas Cast to Reunite With Jon Stewart for Tribeca Film Fest


The Tribeca Film Festival will close out its 2015 fest on April 25th with a special 25th anniversary screening of the mob classic Goodfellas at New Yorks Beacon Theatre. Director Martin Scorsese and the films creators and cast including Tribeca Film Festival co-founder Robert De Niro will reunite for a post-screening conversation hosted by Jon Stewart. I was most proud of this film 25 years ago, and equally proud of it now. Im very happy that it is our closing night film, De Niro said in a statement.

I was so excited to learn that this picture, now 25 years old, would be closing this years Tribeca Film Festival. Excited and moved, Scorsese added. It was an adventure to get it on screen we wanted to make a movie that was true to Nick Pileggis book and to the life of Henry Hill and his friends, which means that we broke some rules and took some risks. So its heartening to know that Goodfellas has come to mean so much to so many people. Its wonderful to see one of your pictures revived and re-seen, but to see it closing Tribeca, a festival of new movies, means the world to me.

The screening will feature a new print of the Academy Award-nominated film remastered from a 4k scan of the original camera negative, supervised by Scorsese. Tickets for the Goodfellas screening will go on sale for American Express cardholders on March 23rd at Tribecafilm.com. A general public on-sale will follow on March 28th.

This years Tribeca Film Festival will also boast appearancesby Courtney Love who willdiscuss her late husband Kurt Cobain with director Brett Morgen following a Montage of Heck screening and George Lucas, who will take a retrospective look at his career in a conversation with Stephen Colbert.

Holiday Movie Guide: Top Ten Popcorn Flicks


Whats a holiday movie? Something about Santa or getting wasted on New Years Eve? Nah. My loose interpretation is that behind every choice holiday movie is a voice singing, Forget your troubles. Come on, get happy! These babies are designed to lift sprits, not bring them down. Oscar intentions are allowed (True Grit, The Fighter), but they better come wrapped in a pretty package. Take Javier Bardem in Biutiful: Hes amazing as a dirt-poor father with a terminal illness and a deathly fear of abandoning his kids to their junkie mother. But is that the popcorn escapism youre looking for after a big holiday dinner? Hardly. Here are 10 entertainments built to fill the holiday bill.

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At The Movies With Peter Travers: The Taking of Pelham 123, Moon and Imagine That


Rolling Stones Peter Travers has a load of praise for a pair of new films At the Movies this weekend, starting with the popcorn action flick The Taking of Pelham 123, a supped-up reboot of the 1974 original. The film casts Denzel Washington and John Travolta in the roles of hero and villain in a story about an ex-con who holds a New York City subway car and its passengers hostage. Unlike other remakes, Pelham 123 pays homage to its roots, renaming Washingtons character Walter Garber in honor of the original actor to occupy the role, Walter Matthau. They know what theyre following, and theyre showing respect, Travers says of the electrifying film.

Also hitting theaters this weekend is Moon, a sci-fi masterpiece shot on a shoestring budget starring actor Sam Rockwell as a man stationed alone on the moon for three years who, just before hes set to go home, meets another astronaut, played in true science fiction fashion by Sam Rockwell. Yes, Rockwell plays both characters in this complex mind-bender of a summer film. If it sounds both confusing and mesmerizing, maybe the director Duncan Jones upbringing has something to do with it: Jones is the son of Ziggy Stardust himself, David Bowie. Moon is a small movie that has imagination to spare, Travers says.

Lastly, in the Scum Bucket, theres a movie out this week that you shouldnt even see if someone dared you for a hundred dollars. Its called Imagine That and it stars formerly funny actor Eddie Murphy as a divorced father for the countless time. Murphy is too busy working to pay attention to his daughter, but when she magically begins predicting stock tips thanks to her imaginary friends, Murphy is thrust into a world where being a good, attentive father pays off both financially and in the heart. That sentence hurt our fingers to type, so we cant imagine how much pain youll be in if you actually see this debacle. Travers didnt, he just saw the trailer, but that was enough for him to imagine putting Imagine That in the Scum Bucket.

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Moon
Food, Inc.

Gangster Squad


Excuse my snark, but why in hell do Hollywood studios always choose January to bury their stiffs? They must think we wont notice, distracted by the 2012 leftovers (Django Unchained, Les Miz, et al.) whoring for Oscars? We notice, especially when a new film falls on its fat one. Exhibit A: Gangster Squad, a mob epic that flushes a classy cast (Sean Penn, Josh Brolin, Ryan Gosling, Emma Stone) down the sinkhole of creative bankruptcy.

Gangster Squad doesnt have an original idea in its dizzy, derivative head. It looks art-deco yummy, swanning around 1949 Los Angeles as mobster Mickey Cohen (Penn), the cops in his pocket, gobbles up profits from gambling, guns, drugs and hookers. But its running on empty, ripping off real-deal gangster movies L.A. Confidential, The Untouchables, Bugsy and Chinatown should sue. The result is like a greatest-hits collection done by a lousy cover band. Its not a hommage to Scarface when Penn (spewing Say hello to my leetle friend glee) opens fire from behind a hotel Christmas tree sneering, Here comes Santy Claus. Its grand theft.

Some problems cant be avoided. Time is clearly not on the side of gunplay as fun, what with the recent school shootings in Newtown, Connecticut, and the mass killings last summer at a Colorado multiplex showing The Dark Knight Rises. A trailer for Gangster Squad featuring a gun battle in a crowded movie theater stirred so much ire that the scene was replaced in the film with a shootout in Chinatown.

Too bad, given the primo source material in a series of 2008 articles that Paul Lieberman wrote for The Los Angeles Times about the real history of the Gangster Squad. Brolin excels by wisely underplaying squad leader John OMara, who led his rogue team on covert raids against Cohens hoods using tommy guns and enhanced interrogation techniques. Police chief William Parker (Nick Nolte) had their backs but couldnt offer official help to vigilante cops using thug methods to catch thugs.

OMara recruits his dirty half dozen with help from his pregnant wife, Connie (Mireille Enos of The Killing, fighting a thankless role). Theres Sgt. Jerry Wooters (Gosling), the World War II vet and pussyhound who shrugs off corruption until it becomes personal. Add beat cop Coleman Harris (Anthony Mackie) to rep black L.A., cowboy Max Kennard (Robert Patrick) for oldschool kick, Navidad Ramirez (Michael Pea) for Latino heat, and tech nerd Conway Keeler (Giovanni Ribisi) to bug Cohen, literally and figuratively.

How do you botch a story like that? Start with the overcooked script by newcomer Will Beall, a former homicide cop with the LAPD. Bealls fondness for detective fiction borders on parody. Director Ruben Fleischer, who debuted with such promise on Zombieland, inexplicably encourages the fancy-pants dialogue. Listen to Cohen on Manifest Destiny: Thats when you take what you can when you can. Los Angeles is my destiny. If you say so, Mickey. Penn, an indisputably great actor, plays Cohen by channeling Robert De Niros Al Capone in The Untouchables. Hes outmatched. Gosling raises his voice an octave to play Wooters and reunites with Emma Stone, his co-star in Crazy Stupid Love, who looks gorgeous as Grace Faraday, Cohens moll. Like Russell Crowe and Kim Basinger in L.A. Confidential, these forbidden lovers want to go straight. Listen to Grace: Youre kind. You dont talk too much. And youre a demon in the sack. If you say so, Grace.

This movie made my ears hurt. Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett and James Ellroy could have turned this pulp into insinuating jazz. Whats here is a cartoonish bore. When the dialogue gets too much, Fleischer cuts to the action, which is all sound and fury signifying an overgenerous budget. This-just-in technology only emphasizes the emptiness inside. Watch five minutes of L.A. Confidential to see what might have been. Haunting resonance instead of digital flash; moral ambiguity instead of down-market escapism. But why cry over a missed opportunity? To paraphrase a wise cop in Chinatown, Forget it, Jake, its January.

The Mummy Review: First of Dark Universe Reboots Is a Monster Fail


How meh is The Mummy? Let me count the ways. For all the huffing and puffing and digital desperation from overworked computers, this reboot lands onscreen with a resounding thud. Tom Cruise should have played the Mummy that way his face would be swathed in bandages and his fans wouldnt have to see him sweat so hard to get this lumbering loser off the ground.

In a gender flip, the title role originated by Boris Karloff in 1932 is played by Algerian actress Sofia Boutella (Kingsman: The Secret Service). Shes Ahmanet, an evil Egyptian princess who killed her daddy a few millennia back she wanted to be pharaoh instead of her baby brother, see and for her trouble got buried alive for several millennia in Mesopotamia, currently known as Iraq. Cruise takes the role of Nick Morton, a hustler in antiquities who unearths the tomb of this 3000-year-old prune, a hellion who wants to use our heros body to house Set, the god of the dead.

Still with me? Director Alex Kurtzman who, as a screenwriter, has tackled everything from Alias episodes to a Transformers movie cant seem to make sense of a script by numerous writers clearly unashamed of hack work. Nick, his blond British squeeze Jenny Halsey (Peaky Blinders Annabelle Wallis) and his wisecracking best-friend-forever Chris Vail (New Girls Jake Johnson) all end up in modern-day London fighting Ahmanet and her ghouls. How do you win a fight against the undead? My point exactly.

Meanwhile, Russell Crowe, looking winded and all-too-aware of the schlock hes selling, shows up as mean Dr. Jekyll and his even meaner alter ego Mr. Hyde. No reason, except to set the stage for Universals coming Dark Universe series of which The Mummy is the first installment. You heard us right. They are already prepping revamps of Jekyll & Hyde, The Invisible Man with Johnny Depp and Bride of Frankenstein, starring Javier Bardem as the monster. This anticipation killer is not going to help. Its a monster fail.

Patti Smith to Co-Write Just Kids Movie


Patti Smith is collaborating with playwright John Logan on the screenplay for a film adaptation of her National Book Award-winning memoir Just Kids. Logan, who won the 2010 Tony Award for Best Play for Red, also has screenwriting credits for Gladiator, The Aviator, Sweeney Todd and Rango. This will be Smiths first experience writing for the screen, though she did co-write the play Cowboy Mouth with Sam Shepard.

Just Kids, the story of Smiths close friendship with the late photographer Robert Mapplethorpe in the Sixties and Seventies, has received significant critical acclaim and has spent 37 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list.

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Smith is a very busy woman these days. In addition to working on the Just Kids screenplay, the punk legend is also developing a second memoir, writing a mystery novel, penning several books of poetry and recording a new album to be released next year.

Stars Come Out For New York Premiere of Rolling Stones Shine a Light


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According to Ron Wood, the four core members of the Rolling Stones are little more than schoolboys, with only their descriptors shifting (Keith being a thieving schoolboy, while Mick is of the sly variety). But this comparison to co-eds on the red carpet at last nights premiere of Shine a Light was apt, as the Martin Scorsese-helmed concert film about the Stones 2006 two-night stint at Manhattans Beacon Theatre paints the band as more youthful than collectives half their age: Mick swivels his hips; Keith lunges during skyrocketing riffs; Ronnie flashes his ripped biceps; Charlie thwacks his kit insistently.

Jagger wouldnt unveil his secret for maintaining his high onstage energy levels, but he did reveal it has nothing to do with a health regimen. I didnt go to the gym and I had no vitamins, he said of the days on which the film was shot. But perhaps Wood ingested some B-12 before the premiere, as the guitarist practically skipped down the red carpet gushing with excitement, gamely jawing with anybody who wanted his time. He even grinned while musing about Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears, offering the starlets the following nugget: You gotta go through it to get to it.

Fashion mogul and rabid Stones fan Tommy Hilfiger may have been even more exhilarated than Wood. When asked why he likes the band, the designer put it simply: Ron. Keith. Mick. Charlie. Gina Gershon, meanwhile, joked about how she hates the band (she really doesnt). Rock Daily also spied Jerry Bruckheimer and was told Leonardo DiCaprio found an alternative entrance route to the red carpet.

Before the premiere, Scorsese discussed his long-held esteem for the band. Their music has dealt with aspects of the life that I was growing up around, and its been a well of inspiration to this day, the director said while Keith Richards snickered and goofed around next to him. Theres a clip in the film of a young Jagger confirming that hell be performing when hes sixty, and Richards one-upped that idea when asked if hed be onstage at age seventy. Man, thats only five years away! he quipped, signaling that this group of rock icons will still be tearing up stages (and movie screens) for years to come.

Smash Recap: Lets Be Bad


Busty blonde Ivy Lynn may have established herself as Queen Bee last week, but that doesnt mean shes sitting pretty. In fact, it looks like she may be about to learn an age-old lesson: The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Ah, Smash is finally finding its groove.

Trouble starts when moody lothario Derek aka Mr. Love-to-Hate director pulls cutesy chorus girl Karen Cartwright aside to practice some one-on-one moves. While theyre dirty dancing, wannabe girlfriend Ivy walks in and doesnt like what she sees. Nobody puts Ivy in the corner! But they sure can make her want to slither off there on her own . . .

While one ego is being deflated, another is ballooning, as Michael talks Julia into joining him for dinner to discuss his role in Marilyn: The Musical. Over dessert, the former lovers banter about whether the show is a love story, leaving plenty of room for innuendo and goo-goo eyes. Julia gets so caught up in their conversation that she ignores her ringing cell phone. Let the drama begin!

At the same time, Julias bestie, Tom, is on a date of his own although theres zero chemistry between him and the snoozy lawyer his mother set him up with. So little, in fact, that he blows off the guys invitation for a nightcap. (Does anyone actually even say that anymore?)

Looking for any excuse to end the dry second-date, Tom answers a call from Julias teenage son, Leo, whos been arrested for smoking pot in Central Park and cant reach his mother to save his life. You dont say?

Next thing you know, Tom and his boring beau are at the police station picking up the (alleged) stoner. When his date starts spewing legalese trying to get the kid out of trouble with the law, Tom gets turned on. Maybe theres something here after all, eh?

Indeed. After getting Leo off (the hook, that is), Tom and his new man get it on. Post-coitus, they share a laugh about how terrible the sex was. Ah, theres no way you can go wrong with a relationship based on bad sex.

The next day, things go from bad to worse for Ivy when Derek gets pissy with her during rehearsal. Exasperated that shes not hitting the notes, he calls on Karen to reprise her breathy take on Happy Birthday in order to show Ivy how its done. But instead of the sexpot version he got late one night on his casting couch, he gets a weak, meek rendition. Still, its enough for him to order Karen to school Ivy after class.

But you really think the babe-a-licious ingenue is gonna take it lying down? (Ahem . . . ) Think again. When the two rivals are alone, Ivy puts Karen in her place, telling her shell never have what it takes to play Marilyn. Yet Ivy cant shake the feeling that shes losing her grip on the role, and she winds up in tears at the next rehearsal after Derek fails to heap praise on her.

Its kind of apropos that the number shes trying to perfect is called Lets Be Bad, in which Ivy is decked out as a boozy, pill-popping Marilyn whos quickly unraveling just like Ivy herself. When Ivy snaps back to reality and wraps up the song in the rehearsal studio, shes devastated when Derek walks out. Grab some Dramamine. Its tailspin time.

After throwing back a few drinks at a bar, she winds up banging on his door and demanding to know why he keeps humiliating her. His answer, in a nutshell: Im an artist! Deal with it! Now, lets make out!

While Ivy and Derek get it on, Karen works on channeling her inner Marilyn by giving herself a private, chair-straddling striptease in the mirror while singing Its a Mans Mans Mans World. (Sing it, sister!) Then she slips into a slinky red dress and takes that tude to a business dinner with her boyfriend, after which she seduces him in a limo. Talk about a good girl gone bad!

Meanwhile, a very inebriated and very married Michael shows up on Julias doorstep to declare his love for his former flame (also married, memba?). While talking outside her apartment, he busts into song to prove just how much he wants her. They wind up making out like the planes going down.

What kinds of people start an affair on a busy street for all of NYC to see? Not the smartest ones, apparently especially since Julias son has been hanging out the window watching their tonsil-hockey match take place. Drama: 1. Dignity: 0. Game, set, match.

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Bill Murray to Open Caddyshack Restaurant Near Hometown


Bill Murray is bringing Caddyshack to his hometown, at least nearby where he grew up and in restaurant and bar form. Murray Bros. Caddyshack will be opening later this year in the village of Rosemont, which is just outside of Chicago and adjacent to OHare Airport. Murray and his siblings were reared on the North Shore of Chicago in suburban Wilmette. He and his five brothers (Andy, Brian Doyle, Ed, Johnny and Joel) opened the restaurants first location at the World Golf Village in St. Augustine, FL, in 2001.

Bills older brother Brian Doyle-Murray wrote the classic movie, which stars Bill as Carl Spackler, the loveably messed-up greenskeeper whos in constant hot pursuit of an elusive, mischievous gopher. Brian found inspiration for the film when he worked as a caddy at Indian Hill Club in Winnetka. Its flagship restaurant and bar in Florida pays homage to its namesake, with a golf-themed menu that includes crispy potato golf balls, salads aptly listed under the greens and items from the front nine and the back nine.

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In planning for Murray Bros. Caddyshack, we wanted to create a restaurant that captures our familys love for the game and present it in a way that appeals to everyday golfers and families, Bills brother Andy Murray said in a statement. Golf is evolving from its exclusionary practices in favor of a more open and fun-loving attitude, which can be seen in everything from todays hip golf fashion to more eclectic golf fans and unique venues at golf tournaments. Im glad the rest of the world is catching up.

The Chicagoland casual dining restaurant and sports-friendly bar will be located in the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Rosemont. In keeping with its theme, it will also feature a golf simulation experience area. The new Murray Bros. Caddyshack is scheduled to open in December.

Beyond Bill Murrays restaurant planning, the actor-restaurateur-singer is also preparing to make his U.S. premiere for his stage show comprising material from his forthcoming classical album, New Worlds, with cellist Jan Vogler. The pair will perform on July 20th at Festival Napa Valley in California, with a North American tour to follow in the fall. New Worlds will be released in September via Decca Gold.

How Superhero Movies Became Too Big To Fail


Theres a scene roughly halfway through Batman v Superman in which Bruce Waynes loyal butler cautions his billionaire vigilante boss against going to war against the alien savior of Metropolis. Men fall from the sky and gods hurl thunderbolts, Alfred tells his master. Thats how it starts.

Spoken like a man whos seen a few superhero movies in his time. In a film that sketchily traces Waynes history in the cape and cowl, Alfreds observation is one of the few overt nods to the fact that Batman has been around the block, cleaning up the streets of Gotham. And yet, if Alfred were truly as well-versed in this stuff as he claims to be, perhaps he would have finished that thought: Everyone shakes hands, soberly surveys the wreckage, and promises the audience that their next battle is going to be even more exciting Thats how it ends.

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Audiences have long since come to understand that superhero movies, whatever their virtues, function as glorified advertisements for the next installment of their franchises just as studios have come to understand that perpetually sustaining the inertia of hype is a better financial strategy than delivering a truly satisfying experience.

You dont have to see Batman v Superman (henceforth BvS) to know that its title is a farce not even the films trailer has the nerve to pretend that the two most iconic figures of the DC universe are actually going to remain enemies for long. Fight night! is what Lex Luthor labels the brief and hilariously resolved clash of the titans, but since weve already been informed that these adversaries will be on the same side in the next movie, watching them go at it feels more like having front row seats to an all-star game. And ever since the Age of Ultron inaugurated the current phase in which caped crusaders are brawling with each other, its become clear that these heroes are throwing phantom punches. Nobody is playing to win. Its just about putting on a good show for the cameras.

One of the great joys of comics and graphic novels is that absolutely anything can happen matched only by soap operas as Western cultures most fluid narrative form, they can follow their bliss wherever it leads them, their stories flowing like river water. Superman famously died in the early Nineties, and was thereafter replaced by four different iterations. It doesnt work like that in the movies. At all. Hollywood literally cant afford to abide by the same rules. To paraphrase Peter Parkers Uncle ben: With great budgets comes great responsibility. Superhero movies are too big to fail.

Denied the flexibility that powers their source material, these films push around their characters like pieces on a chessboard, teasing endless variations and gambits yet only capable of moving in a finite number of directions. Nobody can die; in the rare case that they do, theyre resurrected shortly thereafter for a TV show. Nobody can fall in love, but distant stares and secret families are okay. Nobody can change; they can only have brief episodes of insanity. Lip service can be paid to ideas, and every ideological conflict ends in a stalemate. Characters can only be rebooted if theyre Trojan-horsed into a franchise already in progress (its the difference between The Amazing Spider-Man and the sleek new web-slinger who drops in to Marvels upcoming Civil War). The superhero genre isnt a bubble, its a balloon thats growing more transparent as it inflates to the breaking point. And BvS is nothing if not full of hot air.

At first, Zack Snyders magnum opus appears as to be an overdue corrective to a generation of weightless superhero movies one for which he is partly to blame. The Man of Steel director has been taken to task for his Supermans inability (or indifference towards) preventing collateral damage, and BvS opens by essentially rewinding the tape and revisiting the mondo destructo climax from a more human perspective. Cloaked in his civilian identity, our new Bruce Wayne runs headlong into downtown Metropolis while Superman and General Zod raze it to the ground. Ben Affleck may be historys beefiest Batman, but hes introduced in a moment of profound impotence. In stark contrast to the lip service that Iron Man often pays to what happened in New York, (the way in which Marvel leverages the characters PTSD as an anguish of convenience has been cheap at best, and insulting at worst), its viscerally clear how Batmans fear could drive him to wage war against an invincible foe.

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But its all a joke. After exhaustively laboring to justify why his two heroes should want to kill each other, Snyder undoes 90 minutes of motivational groundwork in the span of a single arbitrary coincidence. Batman resolves his playground tiff with Superman because he learns that their mothers share the same first name. The moment is intended to pierce through the fog of Bruce Waynes rage. Instead it exposes how thin Batman really is underneath his steroidal armor.

Clark Kent, meanwhile, is the perfect synecdoche of how the movie works as a whole. Invincible and larger than life, the Kryptonian immigrant struggles to reconcile his desires as a man with his self-imposed responsibilities to mankind. He wants to have it both ways, to be a citizen and a savior, but the world holds him accountable for so much that his choices are ultimately made for him. Nobody is saddled with such a clear understanding as to why superhero movies are stuck between a rock and a hard place. And whats he going to do about it? Naturally youll have to see the next installment to find out.

Deadpool

Alas, size isnt everything when it comes to why these films are so dramatically inert. Enter the Merc with a Mouth, who (re)introduces himself to the film world by looking into the camera and promising that hes the answer to our prayers. Youre probably thinking This is a superhero movie, but that guy in the suit just turned that other guy into a fucking kebab. Surprise, this is a different kind of superhero story. If only.

The kind of parody thats provoked into existence when a genre becomes petrified by its tropes, Deadpool was so outrageously successful in part because people have grown bored of costumed sound and fury signifying nothing. Shot on a wing and a prayer after leaked test footage sparked a support from the fan community, the R-rated megahit was made for roughly the same amount of money that BvS spent on Ben Afflecks protein supplements. A refreshingly grounded origin story about a recently disfigured hunk whos afraid to show his new face to the woman he loves, the films scale makes Ant-Man seem colossal by comparison.

Unfortunately, Deadpool tried to have its meta cake and eat it too. Too cheap to compete with the big boys (the action in this film is uglier than its hero), but too expensive to risk alienating viewers by fully embracing its self-reflexive streak, it tried to bowl a seven-10 split and ended up sending the ball straight down the middle. Its an annotated guide of whats creatively bankrupt about superhero cinema: Another origin story, another British villain, another climactic fight on an airship.For all of its naughty language and inside baseball, Deadpool is ultimately just a less serious, less spectacular version of the movies that it was made to mock.

The risk/reward ratio is now too imbalanced to underwrite a healthy creative process.Filmmakers know this, and as a result are fleeing from the genre theres a reason that an auteur like Edgar Wright was bounced out of Ant-Man, just like theres a reason Deadpool has a first-time director. Ryan Cooglers Black Panther film and Taika Waititis Thor sequel offer slivers of hope, but its tempting to think that Marvel will continue to keep using bold ideas (e.g. an adorable humanoid tree) to continue disguising the painfully generic aspects of their storytelling.

As the genre continues to expand at an exponential rate, these films will only push harder against the narrow confines of whats possible for them. Audiences will begin to feel the walls closing in with every new installment, and even hardcore fans will be pulling at their collars. With Civil War right around the corner, 2016 is shaping up to be the year that were forced to amend one of the most persistent fallacies about our current blockbuster landscape: Superhero movies arent killing the film business. The film business is killing superhero movies.

Two and a Half Men Casts Amber Tamblyn


Amber Tamblyn is joining the cast ofTwo and a Half Menfor the series 11th season. Tamblyn will play Charlies Harpers long-lost daughter, according toThe Hollywood Reporter,filling the void left by Angus T. Jones.

Jones solidified his departure from the show after referring to the sitcom as filth in an intverview last year. He later apologized and completed the season, and his role was reduced to recurring appearances.

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Tamblyn got her start on General Hospital. Her TV roles have also included a starring turn as the title character onJoan of Arcadia, andshe appeared on House.She will play the illegitimate daugher of Charlie Sheens former character, who moves to L.A. to connect with her fathers family while pursuing an acting career. Tamblyns character is also a lesbian, and executive producer Chuck Lorre thinks its a good new direction for the show.

I think it would be great to have a voice on the show from a different perspective, he said at the Television Critics Association press tour. The show has had enough testosterone to last a lifetime.

Two and a Half Menwill return to CBS on September 26th.

World Trade Center


Oliver Stone has made a cautious, earnestly factual and emotionally unassailable film about two Port Authority cops, Will Jimeno (Michael Pena) and John McLoughlin (Nicolas Cage), who were among the last of the twenty survivors pulled from the rubble of the World Trade Center on 9/11. What he has not made is an Oliver Stone movie.

Good news for those opposed to seeing an inspiring true story in the hands of a nut-job conspiracy theorist (JFK, Nixon). But for those of us who recognize the rigorous talent in Stone (Platoon, Salvador) as well as his reckless abuse of it (Natural Born Killers, Alexander), theres little joy in seeing him morph into Ron Howard to play it safe at the box office.

Much has already been made of the fact that Paramount, the studio releasing World Trade Center, has hired Creative Response Concepts to curry favor for the film among conservatives and the Christian right. It seems to be working. Bad boy Stone is earning raves from right-wing pundits who once would have merrily burned him at the stake.

Is Stone going soft to revive his flagging career? Only in the sense that theres no politics in World Trade Center, except for the marketing, and that the trapped cops never curse their fates, and every American on view behaves honorably.

Though Stone has cleaned up his act, there is still a fire in him to italicize the profound significance of this intimate story. In one of the films rare showoff shots, Stone and cinematographer Seamus McGarvey (The Hours) have the camera rise from the rubble to take in the Manhattan skyline and then up and up till it reaches a satellite beaming the news that will shake the world.

Still, its in the smaller moments that the film shines. Stones focus on the men in the rubble is characteristically intense. And the actors perform beyond the call of duty. Cage is riveting and resonant as Sgt. McLoughlin , a veteran cop who has spent a dozen years patrolling the towers, though nothing, not even the 1993 bombing, has prepped him for this. He and his team of four volunteers, including Jimeno Pena delivers on his breakthrough in Crash with a performance of grit and grace are there to help. But how?

e question becomes moot when both are trapped under an avalanche of concrete and steel, barely able to move in a confined space. Lesser actors would be daunted by the task of conveying emotional nuance in the dark, immobile and covered with ash. But Cage and Pena rise to the challenge as McLoughlin and Jimeno keep themselves awake sleep could lead to coma and death by trading stories even as the hope of rescue fades. Jimeno, who has visions of Jesus, tells of wanting to be a cop since he was a kid watching Starsky and Hutch on the tube. Later, both men hum the shows jaunty theme to break the tension. The telling details McLoughlins tardiness in building a kitchen for his wife, Donna (a quietly devastating Maria Bello), Jimeno arguing about baby names with his pregnant wife, Allison (a tightly wound Maggie Gyllenhaal) become a lifeline. Stone cuts from the men to their families at home, waiting for news, any news.

This material could have played like a by-the-numbers docudrama. But the script, by newcomer Andrea Berloff, who worked with both couples to get the details right, has the sting of reality to work against any sugarcoating. For the rescue (the set was built in Playa Vista, California), Stone used medics and firefighters who were actually on the scene.

Among the actors, Stephen Dorff scores as EMS officer Scott Strauss. And Michael Shannon is indelible in the incredible role of Staff Sgt. David Karnes, a former Marine who quits his accounting job on a call from God to head for Ground Zero. If Stone overdoes the rah-rah, its hard to blame him. The film is a salute to heroes who could have easily walked away. Unlike Paul Greengrass piercing United 93, which detailed the events of 9/11 with potent provocation, World Trade Center takes the point of view of two men with no clear idea of whats going on. What happened to the buildings? asks Jimeno when his rescuers lift him out of the hole. The deeper implications of those words raise hot-button issues that Stone has tabled for now. His film is undeniably affecting, but you leave it wanting more.

10 Things We Learned After a Weekend With Bill Murray


While reporting my recent Rolling Stone feature on Bill Murray, I spent a weekend in Toronto, attending the world premiere of St. Vincent, going to a screening of Ghostbusters at the official Bill Murray Day, talking to his friends and collaborators, partying with the star at a Toronto nightclub, and conducting an interview with him the next morning. Murray eyed my shirt, which was different than the one I had worn the night before: You changed, he said, genuinely surprised. We sat in a suite on the 22nd floor of a luxury hotel; he seemed visibly skeptical of the notion of being interviewed, but willing to talk, since we had both ended up in the same room.

Here are 10 things I learned about Bill Murray that weekend that didnt make it into the article:

1. Hes moved by his own work.
Not that he wants people to know. Watching St. Vincent for the first time with a crowd, he was pleased to discover that they were responding to the story of a crusty, hostile veteran and the young boy next door he ends up befriending. Then he realized he was getting emotional himself: Oh my God, Im starting to get tears in my eyes. Im thinking if the lights come up and Im crying, thats really bad. Thats a really bad moment that I will become infamous for. Id rather start stabbing myself in the stomach with a pen than cry. I really had to pull it together.

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2. He wants to return to the theater.
Asked what he wants to do that he hasnt done yet, Murray immediately said, Oh, Id like to write a play. Murray started out doing theater both in Chicago, where studied with improv guru Del Close, and in New York, where before Saturday Night Live he appeared in the theatrical revue The National Lampoon Show. It resonates with me, Murray said. Its where I started and I think its all theater, in a funny way. Acting in movies suits his short attention span, but he appreciates the immediate, visceral impact of being live in front of an audience: Writing is stepping back from that because its mental, its just words on a page. So does he have a specific play in mind? Absolutely not, he said, laughing. Thats the problem. I feel like my destiny is to do that, but I havent gotten around to it.

It took an enormous act of stomach-pen-stabbing will not to quote back his lines from Tootsie, where he nailed his supporting role as a frustrated playwright: I wish I had a theater that was only open when it rained or I dont like it when people come up to me after my plays and say, I really dug your message, man or I really dug your play, man, I cried. You know, I like it when people come up to me the next day, or a week later, and they say, I saw your play. What happened?'

3. His performance in St. Vincent contains elements of his own family.
I see the whole family lineage in the body, the way everyone moves. I see my brother, my father. I wasnt thinking so much of my grandpa, but hes definitely a formative influence. He used to pop his choppers out. He got his teeth knocked out somehow, and he could make his lower bridge come out and scare the hell out of small children.

Bill Murray in St. Vincent

4. He doesnt need a morning ride from a Teamster.
Theodore Melfi, the writer and director of St. Vincent, says while the movie was shooting in New York, Murray gave the production back the money that was allotted for his hotel budget, and stayed instead in the spare room of a friend in Williamsburg. He rode his 10-speed bike to the set pretty much every day, about a 40-minute ride. He would come to the set sweaty and then just throw on a shirt.

5. Murrays learned how to pace himself onscreen.
Asked if hes improved as an actor (his first lead role in a film was Meatballs, in 1979), Murray says, Oh yeah, Im much better than I was. Sometimes its hard to look at the old stuff. But that stuff was kind of fiery. It was like an explosion of performance, especially the early improvised ones. I used a lot of energy to get that out. It was great fun. And now? Im more efficient doing it. Youre still exhausted when youre done, you just track the energy differently. And hopefully theres more depth to everything. Youre not in a hurry for it to move youre comfortable watching it.

6. His feud with Harold Ramis mystified people who knew them both.
Famously, Murray had a huge falling out with Harold Ramis, who had directed him in Caddyshack and Groundhog Day, reconciling shortly before Ramiss death in February. Ivan Reitman, who had collaborated with both of them on Stripes, Meatballs, and Ghostbusters, said, I still couldnt tell you what the issue was with Harold. Bill could never articulate it to me. Ive asked him about it. I even started defending Harold to him. I know he reconciled with Harold before he died, which I was really happy to hear about. But I think [Bill] was going through these big personal changes, and at the same time, he had achieved all the financial success and fame that he wanted in his life he wanted to be more satisfied as an artist. I think he undersold a bit the sheer artistry of a movie like Groundhog Day or Ghostbusters. We dont recognize the brilliance of these performances until 30 years later.

7. He has a system for handling bad actors.
Asked what he does when hes in the middle of a film shoot and he knows its not going well, Murray said, Golly, thats hard. It doesnt happen that often, but maybe theres an actor that doesnt get it you have to adjust a lot, and you try all kinds of things to shake someone out of it without appearing to be attending to them. But if someones just not on the same page, you have to adjust the relationship, make it a different relationship than the ones in all the rest of the movie. You cant match what theyre doing, but you make a movie within the movie with this one character.

8. His attitude to law enforcement has evolved.
I remember Danny Aykroyd saying a long time ago, I embrace the police, and I thought that was the funniest thing ever. It was so nuts, because hes such a crazy person. But when youre a teenager, the police are only going to get you in trouble. But now I see police, and at the top of their game, theyre there to serve and protect. Its like, wheres a cop when you need one? Well, you are going to need a cop sometime. You need a cop, and you need safety, and you need order. There cant just be chaos.

Bill Murray in 'The Razor's Edge'.

9. Murray has reconsidered The Razors Edge.
Asked about a mistake he made, Murray hemmed and hawed, but ultimately reached back three decades. Really, it was a choice. And I dont regret it. I mean, I guess it is a regret, but I dont think it was a wrong thing. The movie in question was The Razors Edge, the 1984 adaptation of W. Somerset Maughams autobiographical novel known as Murrays first real dramatic role, and a movie that he remembers fondly for the location shooting, which included time in Paris, London, and India. Murray says the studio asked if they could retain the story but update it from World War I to the modern era. John Byrum [the director] wanted to make it in the period, the actor said, and he was my guy, and the only way I could have done things at the time was to be with my guy. But I saw later that there was something to what they said I didnt know the people of that era, and the fall of the Archduke [Ferdinand]. But I saw people of the Vietnam era in that book, and thats one of the reasons it touched me. So I guess that was a mistake. I wasnt thinking clearly enough to have a conversation as opposed to rejecting it with ego. The problem with studios is you get this attitude of us versus them: were the artists and theyre just these money-grabbers. But the crazy thing is sometimes theyre right.

10. Melissa McCarthy has tried to apply Bill Murrays example in real life
McCarthy co-stars with Murray in St. Vincent (she plays the divorced mother next door) and like Murray, the actress has converted an improv-comedy background into a gloriously unpredictable film career. Still, she was completely overwhelmed by meeting him. You want to impress him, McCarthy confided. But dont think youre going to out-funny him, because thats not going to work out well for you. Just because I have basketball shorts on, Im not going to impress Michael Jordan.

On the last day of shooting St. Vincent, McCarthy had to leave slightly early she was scheduled to depart at five p.m. so she could make a plane to L.A. and get back to work on Mike & Molly. Murray didnt just rib her for cutting out: He presented her with a large cake, inscribed To Melissa, thanks for staying as long as you did. McCarthy relished the moment and enjoyed it even more after she missed her plane because she stayed on the set late to finish work.

One night after the film wrapped, she and her husband Ben Falcone had two choices for the evening: They could do practical household chores, or they could sit in their backyard and stare at nothing and talk about nonsense, McCarthy says. We chose the nonsense. Thank you, Bill Murray, for making me choose randomly and not practically.

Peter Travers Honors the Worst Movies of Summer 2011


The summer is finally over, and so its time for Peter Travers to single out the worst movies of the season in the Damn You Hollywood Summer 2011 Awards. As can be expected, Michael Bays truly horrendous Transformers: Dark of the Moon took the top prize, but The Hangover 2, Green Lantern, Ryan Reynolds, Anne Hathaway, Tom Hanks, and Glee all get their share of well-earned jeers.

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Marley & Me


From John Grogan's bestseller comes a film about an untrainable Lab, named after Bob Marley, who teaches Grogan (Owen Wilson) and his wife (Jennifer Aniston) what matters in life. Watching the stars try to out-cutesy the mutt is one for the puke bucket.

Hercules


Everything Guardians of the Galaxy gets right with its mix of action and comedy, Hercules botches. OK, Im biased. I never needed to see another Hercules epic, especially after Twilights Kellan Lutz stunk up the myth of the Greek demigod in Januarys dead-on-arrival The Legend of Hercules. But, geez, Dwayne The Rock Johnson seems born for the role. Apologies to Steve Reeves, Lou Ferrigno, Kevin Sorbo and the other muscle Hollywood hired to flex for the camera, but Johnson packs way more than brawn. The Rock has humor, charm and real acting chops. And director Brett Ratner could boast solid source material in the five-issue Radical Comics series Hercules: The Thracian Wars by the late Steve Moore. They had a shot at something here, and they blew it.

The bisexual rageaholic Moore put in the Comics is nowhere to be found in this tiresomely timid PG-13 movie written by Ryan J. Condal and Evan Spiliotopoulos. What we get is a myth-busting Hercules eager to show us how all his fabled acts of heroism were tricks. Like many a Hollywood actor, Hercules is muscle for hire. Princess Ergenia (Rebecca Ferguson) meets his quote so Herc will help her Thracian daddy, King Cotys (John Hurt), defeat the evil sorcerer Rhesus (Tobias Santelmann). Cue the battle scenes with Hercules conquering soldiers in body paint and a lineup of computer-generated creatures that turn the screen into a wash of pixels and the mind to mush. Audiences, weve been had.

Indie Travers Vs. Hollywood Travers Duke it out over the Oscars


Hollywood Peter Travers and Indie Peter Travers have very different ideas about who should walk away with Oscars at this year's Academy Awards. The very earnest Hollywood Travers is all about The Artist, Viola Davis and Christopher Plummer, while the bratty, relentlessly cynical Indie Travers is still very bitter about Drive getting snubbed by the Academy.

David Duchovny on The X-Files: Its Not Done Until One of Us Dies


With the series finale of Californication airing this weekend, David Duchovny says he feels like he has comfortably closed the book on his character Hank Moody. Thats not the case, though, for another one of his iconic characters: The X-Files Fox Mulder. During an in-depth interview with Rolling Stone about the end of the long-running Showtime drama,which will run next week after the finale, he said that he would be up for making a sequel to the 2008 movie The X-Files: I Want to Believe.

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I would always want to do it, he said. I wish wed done more already. I wish the second one did better business. I think it did OK business, but not the kind of business where you get to do another one right away.

Duchovny said that he remains friends with both X-Files creator Chris Carter and his costar, Gillian Anderson. Moreover, he loves the Fox Mulder character. Once I was able to branch out and do some other movies and do Californication, I didnt feel like, People only think I do that,' he said. I no longer have that anxiety.

Ultimately, the possibility of making a third movie for which he said no script exists (Im friends with Chris, and Im sure he would have said something) depends on a number of factors. Its just a matter of interest from Fox and scheduling, he said. Chris has got a new show. Gillians working. Im working. Its not impossible, but its not easy. And I never think its done. Id say, its never done until one of us dies until one of us three is gone.

In the immediate future, Duchovny is prepping for his role as Sam Hodiak in the crime drama Aquarius, which will air on NBC some time next year. The show takes place in Los Angeles in the late 1960s and follows Hodiak, as he attempts to solve a murder and finds his way to Charles Manson. My character is trying to find a missing girl, a daughter of a friend of his, he says. I play a straight-up Fifties man being introduced to the new world of the Sixties and Manson, and the world is changing all around me and Im not able to change with it.

Its a very interesting time period for the country, he continued. Still, to this day, theres a lot of mystique about the promise of the Sixties and what went wrong there and whats gone wrong since. You had Manson on one hand, and the dark side of the Sixties, and youve got peace, love and Flower Power on the light side. Theres a lot to work with.

Shooting for the show has not yet begun, so Duchovny has been spending his time prepping for the role. I talked to homicide detectives to get a feel for what their day is like, for what their job is like, so I can feel comfortable physically in the world, he said of his process. After that, then youre playing a character. You want to make somebody new.

Duchovny says one of the main things that drew him to the character was just how different Hodiak was from Californications Hank Moody. And I think Moody was as far from Mulder as I could get, he said. Whereas Mulder could have been a virgin were not sure Hank Moody certainly was not. And this cop, hes not Robocop, hes not completely straight-up; hes got his demons but its a different world, its a different style of acting. Its going to be very different. I like the challenge.

Watch Gripping First Trailer for Oliver Stones Snowden


The first trailer for Oliver Stones Snowden, a thriller about NSA whistleblower Edward Snowden,was released Wednesday.The film will chronicle theU.S. governments surveillance of its own citizens with Joseph Gordon-Levitt in the title role.

While the Oscar-winning documentary Citizenfour showed the real-life aftermath of Snowdens decision to leak documents pertaining to the governments intrusive spying program, Snowden tells the computer analysts story from his military service after learning the depths of the NSAs surveillance.

At one point in the trailer, Snowden and his girlfriend (played by Shailene Woodley) are in bed when hes suddenly panicked and stares at theHAL 9000-like camera in his computer and wonders whether he too is being watched. The preview is packed with those kinds ofmoments, including one where Snowden smuggles the documents out of the government headquarters by hiding a small memory card in a Rubiks Cube.

The real Snowdenhad an amusing response to seeing his life turned into a Hollywood movie:

Snowden also stars Nicolas Cage, Rhys Ifans, and Timothy Olyphant, with the trio of trusted journalists in Citizenfour documentarian Laura Poitras and journalists Glenn Greenwald and Ewen MacAskill played by Melissa Leo, Zachary Quinto and Tom Wilkinson, respectively.

Snowden arrives in theaters September 16th.

Walking Dead Premiere Recap: Home, Sweet Prison


Where we left off . . . Shane tried to kill Rick, but Rick stabbed him. Shane turned into a zombie despite not being bitten by one, and Carl shot him double-dead. Hershels farm was overrun with walkers, and our feckless Still Alives set out into the wilderness. A sword-wielding heroine with two pet zombies saved Andrea from zombie extinction. Rick declared that it was his way or the highway. And then he announced that everyone is infected with zombieness, whether or not they get bitten or scratched or catch an errant drop of zombie blood in their eyeballs. Remember all that? Just like it was yesterday? Or at least last March? Great! Because here we go, zombie fans. Its October and that means it is ZOMBIE TIME.

Where we pick up:

An extreme close-up of an eye, just like on Lost! Except this is not a living, breathing eye. This is a gross, cataracted, cloudy and disgusting zombie eye. AWESOME. Bring on the zombies. Bring them on and keep on coming.

Rick and Daryl and Carl storm into a deserted cottage, quickly dispatching the three little zombies who called it home. The house seems secure, although Daryl spots an owl hanging out in the window. He kills it with his crossbow, because owls ought not to be chilling during the day, and besides, the owls are not what they seem. The rest of the Still Alives funnel into the house. Oh, hi, everyone! At least, oh, hi, everyone who is left! Theres Hershel and Glenn and Maggie and Beth and Carol and a very-pregnant Lori. Hi, guys! Make yourselves at home! Maybe youd like to eat some doggy kibble, because thats the only food around here, except for that owl. The Still Alives somehow survived the winter, and now they have longer, shaggier hair. And Carl is apparently part of the A-Team, because all that shooting practice back when they used up so much of their ammo totally paid off. Ill keep talking because you lot are rather taciturn. Seriously, its been five minutes of teevee time and no one has said a word.

T-Dog spots zombies out the window and the Still Alives are off and running again, peeling away just as the undeads start to bang on their very-clearly-branded Hyundai. For when you need to survive the zombpocalypse Hyundai.

And lo, we have new credits for Season 3. Good to see you, new credits. You are spooky and zombieriffic, and you make me feel really hopeful that this season is going to be so much better than last years never-ending Search for Sophia.

The Still Alives consult a map and determine that theyre all out of options, especially after driving around in circles all winter. T-Dog wants to get water from the creek, so Daryl and Rick use this break time to try to hunt some food. Instead, they spot a prison with its yard just crawling with zombies. And, oh goody gumdrops, there are so many zombies. HOORAY FOR ZOMBIES.

Rick and his team secure the walkway around the yard and push forward to gain more ground. Rick makes a run to open another gate as the Still Alives take out the zombies in his way. These Still Alives are more or less crack shots except for Carol, who accidentally sprays Ricks feet with bullets. Rick makes it all the way to the guard tower and the rest of the prison-yard zombies are all killed (er, double-killed). HAPPY DAYS! Now the Still Alives can build a campfire and chill for a little bit! In fact, Lori hasnt even felt this good in weeks! Celebrate good times, come on! They have more space than theyve had since they left the farm, and everyone is in high spirits. Beth evens sings us a pretty little tune, and Maggie joins in, and I just wish they would bust out some Indigo Girls. Please? Some Closer to Fine just for old campfires sake? T-dog notes that they can dig a canal under the fence so theyll have freshwater, and Hershel adds that then they can plant some seeds (titular line alert!) and grow some new crops. Ah, the future farm!

Of note: Carols shoulder hurts due to the kickback from the rifle, and Daryl gives her a mini little massage. What should we call them? Caryl? Darrol? Either way, they still rhyme.

Rick notes that all the zombies are wearing prisoner or guard uniforms, which means (theoretically) that the prison fell pretty quickly, so the supplies could still be intact food, water, an infirmary, and a weapons armory nearby. He wants to surge onwards into the prison itself, with hand-to-hand combat because theyre low on ammo. (Ahem, all that target practice back in the day, ahem.) Lori cautions him that everyone is exhausted and needs a few days to max and relax. Rick and Lori seem pretty at odds, despite the fact that her prosthetic preggers belly is about to burst. I am pretty sure the producers spent the whole prosthetic budget on the zombies, because her tummy looks ridiculous.

But, wait! Who is this? Why, its Michonne, she of the katana and the chained-up zombies. She takes out some snarling zombies with her awesome swordwork and snatches up some packets of aspirin. Oh dear could someone be sick? Could it be a certain blonde who once got jiggy with Shane in the front seat of a car? Hmmmm.

Back at the prison, its time to bust some more zombie ass. Rick, Glenn, T-Dog and Maggie engage in some hardcore zombie skull-smashing while the remaining Still Alives try to draw the walkers away. They keep a tight formation, slashing and killing until they encounter walkers wearing full-blown tactical armor. Maggie discovers that she can kill the armored zombies by plunging her weapon up and under their protective faceplates, and the rest of the team hurries to plunge their tools into the zombies brains. Mmm, brains. We have prison access, gang! Onward to cellblock C! (Lets tango).

The rest of the Still Alives file into the prison and pick bunks so they can hunker down. Hershel bustles Carl out of Beths cell it appears that little Carl the Kid has a bit of a crush on our once-depressed friend. And Lori and Carol become cellmates, because Lori and Rick arent on the best of terms. Glenn checks Maggies back for scratches, and they share a tender moment away from the eyes of her father.

Michonne brings the aspirin to Andrea, who is super sick after spending the winter saving Michonnes ass (or so she says). Andrea knows she is going to slow Michonne down, but theyre in it to win it together, so they set off into the great unknown along with Michonnes pet jawless, armless zombies. Be safe, ladies! I hope you meet up with the other Still Alives soon!

Lori confides in Hershel that she thinks she lost the baby because she cant feel it move. She freaks out that the baby might be a zombie, or that she might die during childbirth and become a zombie and try to eat the baby. BABY BRAINS, YUM. She makes Hershel promise that if either she or the baby are zombies, he will put them down, immediately and without hesitation. Lori wishes she never made it off the farm because shes a mess and Rick hates her because of all the Shane mishegoss, and even Carl the Kid cant stand her. (Join the club!)

The fighting Still Alives decide to investigate the prison, leaving Carl behind as the last man standing. They advance steadily under their flashlight beams, as Glenn spray-paints directional arrows on the walls so they wont get lost. Everything is more or less hunky-dory, albeit spooooooky, until they encounter a herd of zombies. A creepy snarly zombie chomps down on Hershels leg, and the rest of the Still Alives carry him to safety in what appears to be the prison commissary. The only way to save Hershel from turning into a zombie is to amputate his leg, so Rick hacks it off with a hatchet. HOLY SHIT.

Daryl notices movement behind a grate and draws his crossbow. But thats not a zombie! Those are other humans! And they say the same thing were all saying: HOLY SHIT.

Holy shit, indeed. This season already feels so much better, because there are so many zombies and so much goop and gore and disgusting zombie-goo. Bring it the frak on, Glen Mazzara. I believe in you.

Whatever Works


Not everything works in Woody Allens first NewYorkbased movie in five years (hes gone European). Whatever Works feels like something out of time and, worse, out of step. Hell, Allen wrote the script back in the 1970s forZero Mostel. The grumpy old Jew at the center of this comedy of complaints divorced physicist and twotime suicide attempter Boris Yellnikoff is played not by Allen, 73, but by Larry David, 61. Allen wanted to go younger and angrier. Enter David, the fulminating joke engine of Curb Your Enthusiasm, whose Boris kvetches at the camera (meaning us) just like Allens Alvy Singer did in Annie Hall in1977. The universe is expanding,a worried young Alvy tellshis mother. Her retort, Whatis that your business? is acall to arms. Boris has made the universe his business. Hethinks were racing toward extinction while space and time laugh at our sad little hopes and dreams.

Boris is moving on down from the East Side to a funky crib near Chinatown. He rantsat colleagues (Michael McKean, Conleth Hill) and kidshe calls submental cretins.Allens characters have trouble expressing rage. As Woody said in Manhattan, I growa tumor instead. Not Boris. He rails against the mindless zombies eating away at the citys intellectual life.

Into the toxic space of this misanthrope comes Melody St.Ann Celestine (Evan Rachel Wood), a runaway Dixie beauty queen just past jailbait age.Think Truman Capotes Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffanys before she started hooking.Wood is totally beguiling in the role, absorbing Boris cynicism but still charming him into marriage. Though we never see Boris macking on his bride, there is an ew reference to Viagra. The laughs fly when Melodys Godfearing mom, Marietta (the captivating Patricia Clarkson steals every scene shes in), hits the Big Apple to bring her baby home and stays to become hilariously corrupted. And thats it for spoilers. On its way to an ending of surprising serenity, Whatever Works stutters and stumbles. Allen is covering familiar ground, and the timely reference to Obama just seems wrong. But no true movie fan will want to miss the comic mindmeld of Woody and Larry. On that level, at least, theres no need to curb your enthusiasm.

See Spider-Mans New High-Tech Suit in Homecoming Trailer


Peter Parker shows off his Tony Stark-engineered suits new tricks in the final trailer for the upcoming blockbuster Spider-Man: Homecoming.

This isnt your typical comic book Spidey suit: The iconic red-and-blue costume now boasts Iron Man-like vision and AI assistant, 576 possible web shooter combinations, a parachute and, its most insane feature, the spider icon on the superheros chest has drone capabilities.

The trailer also offers more insight into Michael Keatons villainous Vulture, with the Birdman and Batman actor portraying a scavenger who cleans up after the Avengers battles. Keatons villain uses alien technology to create crazy dangerous weapons, which forces Spider-Man into action.

Donald Glovers character also makes a cameo to tell the webslinger, You gotta get better at this part of the job.

Spider-Man: Homecoming opens July 7th. In addition to the final trailer, the film also unveiled a humorous international spot that provides more footage, including Spider-Man and Iron Man doing superhero stuff alongside each other.

Ready Player One: Why eXistenZ Is a Gamer-Movie Masterpiece


Every few months, RollingStone.com shines a spotlight on a forgotten, neglected, overshadowed, underappreciated and/or critically maligned film that we love in a series we call Be Kind, Rewind. Our latest movie: David Cronenbergs eXistenZ.

As euphoric as it was going to the movies as a horror-loving teenager in the Eighties, you could still leave the theater unsatisfied, especially when slasher flicks morphed into franchise overload: another Freddy, another Jason, slaughter, rinse, repeat. Blissfully, there was this nice Jewish boy from Canada, no less who could be counted on to explode a human head. David Cronenberg was a filmmaker who could channel the psychic rage of both warring mutant telepaths (1981s Scanners) and a true oddity like Christopher Walken (1983s The Dead Zone). This was a man who somehow knew that a certain crowd wanted to see Debbie Harry put out a cigarette on her breast. By the time the next decade had rolled around, he was getting thanked from the Oscar podium: When Jeremy Irons won for playing real-life creep Claus von Blow in Reversal of Fortune (1990), he gave a shout out to his Dead Ringers director. Some of you may understand why, the actor cryptically declared.

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Cronenberg has since moved on, always stylishly and idiosyncratically, to bigger things. But as late as 1999 and the mighty eXistenZ, he was still that weirdo who sent out illegal broadcasts to Geek Nation. A sci-fi thriller about sexy keyboard jockeys, corporate espionage and the infecting spread of terrorism, his ode to immersive gaming feels a beat too late to the modem-screech siren call of virtual reality. (The Matrix would come out a month later.) Critics were mild-to-mixed; videogame-cinema fanatics who thought they were getting a Tron-like romp left itchy and confused; the general public grimaced and yawned.

But as with everything the director did, this inside-out genre exercise was no mere mere escapism. Cronenberg has credited his scripts inspiration not to endless nights logged on a PlayStation but the fatwa imposed on The Satanic Verses Salman Rushdie. And as the movie settles in, via a stunning title sequence of brownish, mysterious maps and Howard Shores ominous score, you can already sense a mature mistrust darkening the adolescent dream. Like its bone pistol constructed from carefully hidden spare parts, the film contained bits and pieces that, when fitted together, offered a legend to a singular artistic sensibility and one mans squishy real-life anxieties. Click everything into its right place, and you have a weapon as well as a great unheralded Nineties sci-fi treatise on our perpetual addiction to a life lived online and a glimpse of the malleable realities on the horizon.

Helping out immensely are the players: No Keanu Reeves here, no kung fu. Instead, we get the exquisitely neurotic Jennifer Jason Leigh, the crushworthy icon of the cinematic smart set, as Allegra Geller, the game-pod goddess herself. A genius programmer, Geller stands nervously with a cup of coffee at the back of a focus-group session, one that takes place in a church. Blond wavy highlights sprout out of her head like Keith Haring squiggles. Her soon-to-be-released game, titled eXistenZ, feeds the cult of an unlikely celebrity. Meanwhile, Jude Law plays Ted, some kind of security guard or publicist, who waves an electronic wand at folks coming in more for recording devices, he assures. As it happens, violence erupts as soon as the VR session is underway, and Ted and Allegra go on the run together, a twilight exile that you already can tell is part of the fantasy, part of the fun.

Here, naturally, the fun has teeth: Long live the new flesh, James Woods murmured in 1983s Videodrome (when he wasnt inserting VHS tapes into his abdomen) and eXistenZ would be the final flourish of the body-horror auteurs pliable way with organic mass. Playing Gellers game doesnt require plastic joysticks, but pulsating pink metaflesh pods, squirming in peoples laps like hairless cats. With the lazy flick of a finger, the controllers shudder to life, squealing in orgasmic ecstasy. Its impossible not to laugh at this Cronenbergian-as-it-gets prop craft, until you realize the pods are connected by umbilical cords to anus-like bioports at the base of the spine and then youre really howling. We love our toys; they become our appendages. And when you have stars as attractive as Leigh and Law, you know those orifices are probably going to get fingered and tongued.

As always, Cronenberg is inviting us to get (mind)fucked and enjoy it. Yet theres something liberated in the way he feminizes his whole project as the artistic creation of a woman who invents a new kind of sex. Surrogate square Ted squirms as Allegra penetrates him, as do many male members of the audience, at which point eXistenZ leaps up several notches in ambition. The counterbalance is a nightmarish strand of corporeal ruination: Seated at a surreal Chinese restaurant within the game, Ted tears into the special, a disgusting meal of mutated frog parts. Picking out the bones, he assembles the movies other brilliant invention: a fully organic gristle gun that fires human teeth with a nauseating crack. Bodies are wonderlands in Cronenbergs universe they contain all we need to connect and destroy. He stokes appetites we dont know we have.

Elsewhere, the movie plays like the underground junkie drama it secretly is, two sweaty obsessives intertwined on a motel bed, their brains on a trip far away. Im very worried about my body, Ted says, emerging from a trip. Taking the plunge is dangerous, addictive and exhilarating, a notion that could be applied to all of the directors work. Cronenbergs world affords character actors like Ian Holm and Don McKellar the chance to try out wacky Eastern European accents but more centrally, its one that lets viewers embrace a future psychology where identity and gender is fluid. Reminder: Were still talking about a movie that played in malls.

A self-contained Mbius strip of a film, eXistenZ has a twist ending thats best left experienced than described. Rather, lets scrape the ceiling of its conception: namely, the way games turn us into masters of untold power. Did you ever play her game ArtGod? asks an Allegra-obsessed service-station attendant played by Willem Dafoe. (Of course theres room for Jesus here.) Thou, the player of the game,art God. Very spiritual. Here, we get that huge Dafoe grin, gap-toothed and voracious. God, the artistthe mechanic! Cronenberg has never been vain, not in his work or in interviews, but these happen to be his thoughts on filmmaking. You lord over an imaginary world that reflects or warps your own. You slip your ideas into the minds of those watching. We do the rest. Game over. Start again.

At The Movies With Peter Travers: State of Play and 17 Again


Despite the fact that its been slashed down from a six-hour British miniseries to a two-hour Hollywood suspense film, Peter Travers recommends moviegoers check out the gripping State of Play this week. The film stars Russell Crowe as a reporter investigating the suspicious death of his best friends mistress (the pal is a politician played by Ben Affleck). From this sex scandal unravels every kind of possible conniving horror that could go on in the world we all live in, Travers says. Directed by The Last King of Scotland helmer Kevin MacDonald, Travers also liked how the film is a movie in love with the newspaper business.

And then theres the Scum Bucket: Peter Travers doesnt hate Zac Efron, its movies starring Zac Efron that Travers cant stand, and that includes all three of the High School Musicals.

This weeks Bucket-bound film is 17 Again, starring Friends actor Matthew Perry as a miserable 37-year-old man with two kids and an unhappy marriage who meets a magical school janitor that turns him 17 again, thus transforming him into Zac Efron. Its like Tom Hanks in Big in reverse, except much worse. Its feeble, delving into clich jokes and just plain creepy when Perry/Efrons daughter falls in love with 17-year-old Perry/Efron. Similar to Back to the Future when Lea Thompsons character was crushing on her son Michael J. Fox in reverse, and again, much worse. To quote Travers, This is a movie that the Scum Bucket was invented for.

Based on its trailer alone, Travers would love to put the Beyonc home invasion flick Obsessed into the Scum Bucket, but because of your e-mails and because the studio wouldnt screen the film for critics Travers will shell out his own cash to watch whats sure to be an absolute dud. Be sure to check back next week and follow along to Travers Twitter to see if Obsessed surpassed his low, low expectations.

Read Travers reviews here:

  • State of Play
  • 17 Again
  • Is Anybody There?
  • Every Little Step

Charlie Sheen: Anger Management Will Be My Swan Song


Charlie Sheen says his new FX sitcom Anger Management will be his swan song, according to a recent interview with the New York Times.

When Im done with this business its just going to be about soccer games and amusement parks, said Sheen when asked about what comes after the show. And when this ends, Im done. This is my swan song.

Though hes immensely grateful for the dream life acting, especially in television, has afforded him, Sheen admitted that after 30 years he was ready for something new.

Theres a lot more out there to do than make-believe, you know? he said. At some point you just get tired of wearing somebody elses clothes, saying somebody elses words and working in somebody elses space.

Anger Management Sheens first major project since his public meltdown last year, which lead to him leaving the CBS smash Two and a Half Men is set to premiere June 28th on FX. The show follows Sheens character, Charlie Goodson, a baseball player turned therapist who changed gigs after a self-inflicted broken knee (he tried to smash a bat against his leg in a fit of rage) forced him out of the game.

The new show also has an interesting production twist: If the first ten episodes are successful, 90 more will be produced over the next two years. Most shows take about five years to reach the 100 episode benchmark that typically marks a good syndication package.

In a recent Rolling Stone cover story, Sheen discussed his notorious, catch-phrase-spawning antics last year: Clearly, a guy gets fired, his relationships are in the toilet, hes off on some fucking tour, theres nothing winning about any of that, he said. I mean, how does a guy whos obviously quicksanded, how does he consider any of it a victory? I was in total denial.

Creed Bratton Dishes on Season Eight of The Office

A few months ago, Creed Bratton sat down with the entire cast of The Office to read through the script of last seasons penultimate episode ...