For the record, I was totally cool with this whole Donnie Darko sequel thing. It's going to be called S. Darko and it's going to follow his younger sister, Samantha, who is also plagued by strange visions, possibly of the creepy-bunny-rabbit variety? Great. I love it. I didn't go see Southland Tales, but I'll go see this, even though (because?) (I don't think I'm seeing The Box, either.) Richard Kelly isn't involved. But now I'm seriously beginning to question my commitment to Sparkle Motion. The cast has gained two actresses, both of whom come from movies or TV shows that involve stepping up and/or dancing. If this movie doesn't involve Samantha's junior-high dance group blowing up and making it big, then I'm going to be sorely disappointed.
Four years ago, God (and Hollywood) saw fit to grace us with a sequel to Dirty Dancing. Two years ago, we got a straight-to-DVD sequel to Road House. Well, now the Patrick Swayze hat-trick (Pat-Trick?) is about to be complete, as more details come out regarding the planned Point Break sequel, Point Break Indo!
The awful, unforgiving summer of death we just got out of seems to have extended to fall, with the untimely passing of Patrick Swayze yesterday. I don't really know what to say about it other than it's terrible and sad, and shocking because he seemed to be doing slightly better recently. Throughout his career he always seemed like a decent, genuinely nice guy who just made fun movies everybody loved with really, not too many demons, considering his crazy success there for a while (he had trouble with alcohol, but it's not like he was constant DUI guy, or ever went all Mel Gibson on somebody). The entertainment world has lost a great talent, and I suggest we put all our lovable celebrities somewhere safe, on 24 hour surveillance until further notice.