As far as titles go, "Fair Game" is pretty generic, and it's been used for a variety of films over the years, from a romantic comedy to an Australian movie about poaching to, most famously, the action-film debut of one Cindy Crawford, famous supermodel and terrible actress. The latest Fair Game is a political movie about the Valerie Plame affair, and while the name comes from Plame's own autobiography, we can't help thinking about Crawford and William Baldwin running away from explosions in tank-tops every time we hear it. One would think the new movie would suffer from sharing a name with a film that almost won three Razzies (fortunately, Showgirls also came out that year), but it might benefit from the association, because while the two films don't seem to have that much in common, this one looks like it could use a little bit of what the old movie had in spades: sex, violence and debatably witty banter. Let's see how the two stack up.
Darth Vader. Ernst Blofeld. Voldemort. Great cinematic villains, all, and I wish Scooter Libby was joining them, if only for the hilarity of having a villain named "Scooter" ranked among the greatest of all time. Unfortunately, the man behind the chaos unleashed in Fair Game is barely seen, usually only walking into a room, asking some leading questions and smirking a lot. (Luckily, actor David Andrews gives great smirk.) Still, Libby sets in chain a series of events that leads to at least one CIA mission being compromised, and more than one person getting killed. But his worst crime? Putting strain on a marriage, if this movie is any indication.
Gus Van Sant has never been my favorite director, but I respect him as a filmmaker and a humanitarian. Case in point: Last Friday, I attended a charity screening in Portland, Oregon (where Van Sant and I both live) of his latest movie, Milk. Tickets ranged from around $30 to $75. The print was donated, though, so all of the money went to Outside In, which helps homeless youths and others in Portland. According to the organization's director, who helped introduce the film, this is the fourth premiere Van Sant has donated to the organization. Pretty generous, and a great cause. This time, not only did Van Sant speak, but he also got James Franco to miss his classes at NYU to attend and speak at the function. It was a very cool event, and well worth the admission price. (Photographic evidence.) But I know what everyone is wondering: How was the movie?
Now that news has broken that Sean Penn is taking time off to focus on his family for a while, that leaves the Farrelly Brothers' highly anticipated (by me, anyway) Three Stooges movie down a Stooge. They still have a Moe in Benicio del Toro, and a Curly in Jim Carrey, but the whiny, red-headed, curly-haired Larry is back to square one. While some sites have been suggesting everyone from Robert Downey Jr. to Matt Damon to fill the role, we can think of only one man who deserves it as much as Penn: Mel Gibson.
When we heard that the Farrelly Brothers (Kingpin, Dumb and Dumber) were going to be making a new Three Stooges movie, and that they were referring to it as "Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest," we didn't have high hopes. We figured they'd cast a few small-time comedy actors, it would be a creative failure that couldn't possibly live up to the originals, and everyone involved would try to forget it ever happened.
The Screen Actors Guild Awards were given out last night, and while the winners weren't all that surprising, there were some genuinely awesome moments during the broadcast that deserve recognition. However, since we're fair and balanced pseudo-journalists, we'll also tell you the worst moments, the ones that made us hate celebrities and awards shows and the world. And since we love criticizing celebrities' wardrobes, we'll do the same thing with their outfits! Hit the links below to see them both.
I fully admit that my inner twelve-year-old could not be suppressed when reading about James Franco and Sean Penn's new project Milk. I will even admit that the juvenile and annoying elementary school playground rhyme, "Milk, milk, lemonade, round the corner..." popped into my head at the end of the first sentence and it took me about fifteen seconds to regain my composure. That said, I dare you to remain a grown-up while reading this. I won't say it can't be done, but then, you're probably a better person than me. The news here seems to be not the project itself--a film about politician and activist Harvey Milk (Penn), who in 1977 was the first openly gay American man to be elected to office--but that Penn, who will play Milk, and Franco, who will play one of his lovers, will don prosthetic penises in all their nude scenes. Dude. I can't even type "penis" without tittering. I hope the make-up artist who had to apply the prosthesis has a lot more decorum than I.