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Another happy fanboy moment this morning (See, I don't only go gaga for character actors and Youtube starlets): While setting up shop for the final day here, I happened to notice author Michael Chabon (Wonder Boys, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Klay, The Yiddish Policemen's Union) taking a quick peek into the confines of our bloggerverse. (He's set to sign books at The Tattered Cover, the very quality bookstore next door, in a bit.)

At any rate, Chabon seemed like a very friendly fellow, and he entertained my sudden barrage of fanboy film adaptation questions without complaint. (We didn't get to talk comics, alas, but then again I didn't want to eat up all of his exploring time.) Regarding Kavalier & Klay, Chabon said that there's no real truth to the Jude Law-Ben Stiller rumors that were circulating awhile back, and that the Stephen Daldry-directed version Chabon himself spoke of a few years ago, like the Sydney Pollack attempt before that, is now sadly moldering away in Development Hell. As for Yiddish, Chabon -- who seemed really delighted that the Coens have grabbed the project -- said they were writing it now (so, in other words, A Serious Man will definitely come first.) No word on casting yet, although I'm willing to bet dollars-to-donuts Frances McDormand is on the short list for Bina.

In any case, Chabon seemed like great people, and it was a real kick to chat him up for a few minutes. (And, unlike a lot of the recognizable folks who've come through lately, there was no entourage of "boundary mavens" to negotiate with.)

For those looking for movie news amid the politics: While enjoying an outdoor microbrew last evening, I happened to notice Jeffrey Wright walking down the street, and -- while political pundit types like Ron Brownstein were getting swamped by onlookers -- it seemed exactly nobody else noticed him. (I would've snapped a pic, but the camera was out of juice.) I mean, c'mon people, that's Colin Powell! Journalists and pols come and go, but I still get excited whenever I happen to see an honest-to-goodness movie star.

"When the president does it that means that it is not illegal." The new trailer for Ron Howard's film adaptation of Frost / Nixon is now online, starring Frank Langella, Michael Sheen, Oliver Platt, Matthew McFadyen, Sam Rockwell, Rebecca Hall, Toby Jones, and (naturally) Clint Howard. I'm intrigued by this project (haven't seen the play), but this, sadly, is a pretty poor trailer ("In a world where the president blah blah blah, these men stood up for the truth...") And, while I know he played the part on Broadway, Langella's Nixon-voice sounds even more distracting to me than Christian Bale's bat-rasp.

Incoming! That whistling sound you may hear in the background is James Woods, Kelsey Grammar, and assorted other C-listers in search of a paycheck veritably screaming down the Murphometer after I just witnessed the trailer for An American Carol, a.k.a. David Zucker's new spoof for -- alas, not of -- right-wing idiots. When Bill O'Reilly's in your ad and he's not the butt of the punchline, you know there's trouble. (And, what, was Stephen Baldwin busy? Somehow, I doubt it.) Unfortunately, however funny Airplane was, Zucker seems to have lost his mind some time ago.

With Burn after Reading mere weeks away (Sept. 12, in fact), the brothers Coen cast their next flick, A Serious Man, with relative unknown Michael Stuhlbarg in the title role and Spin City's Richard Kind along for the ride as a deadbeat brother. As noted here, Serious involves "a Jewish college professor in the Midwest during the 1960s [who] seeks to solve his existential issues from men of God." Sounds like serious business.

When it comes to penning movie reviews around here, I tend to find writing about comedies the most difficult. (See, for example, my original mulligan on Borat.) For one, it's hard to quantify exactly what makes a picture *funny*, and often what one person finds uproarious, another finds on the wrong side of lame. (Although I'm sure all right-thinking people can agree on the merits of The Big Lebowski.) For another, comedy more than any other genre seems dependent on one's mood. (Case in point, Anchorman, which I saw in a funk and shrugged at, then caught later on TV and found quite amusing)

All of which is to say that, even more than usual, my thoughts on Ben Stiller's Tropic Thunder should be taken with a grain of salt -- Actual results may vary. For my part, even though both Stiller and Jack Black were basically doing their usual schtick, and Steve Coogan is pretty much wasted (in more ways than one), I found Thunder to be a decently funny experience last Wednesday. It's got a bit of the "throw everything at the wall and see what sticks" approach, and some jokes -- say, Tom Cruise gyrating in a Harvey Weinstein fat suit -- end up getting run into the ground through overuse, Austin Powers-style. But, that being said, I had a good time. It helped that I'm a sucker for the sort of Hollywood inside-baseball humor that Thunder endlessly trafficks in. (IMHO, that's also the only redeemable thing about HBO's otherwise aggravating Entourage.) And there are elements of it that just appealed to my funny bone -- seeing Nick Nolte finally get all Chris Walken up on us, for example, or the funny-'cause-they're-tired 'Nam-era ditties (Creedence, Rolling Stone, Buffalo Springfield) interspersed throughout the flick. So, I'm not going to say it was the best film of the year or anything, but as a diverting and amusing morsel of late-summer fare, Tropic Thunder gets the job done...for me anyway.

The story, as you probably know, involves a behind-the-scenes look at an Apocalypse Now-level movie disaster deep in the jungles of Southeast Asia. After a few wry trailers (the funniest and most dead-on being Satan's Alley, although I'd have hated to be Eddie Murphy during The Fatties 2), we're introduced to the gang on hand. There's fading action star Tugg Speedman (Stiller, being Stiller), drug-addled comedian Jeff Portnoy (Black, going for Farley/Belushi and ending up with Black), Aussie thespian Kirk Lazarus (Robert Downey Jr, weirdly genius), hip-hop phenom Alpa Chino (Brandon T. Jackson, used mainly to cover Downey's ass), and newbie Kevin Sandusky (Jay Baruchel, late of the Apatow factory), all under the supervision of video director Damien Cockburn (Coogan). Once the film ends up a month behind schedule (three days into filming), the who's-more-grizzled source material for this 'Nam picture, Four-Leaf Tayback (Nolte), insists Cockburn bring his bevy of spoiled stars into "the s**t." Well, things go wrong, of course. And, soon, stranded somewhere near the Laotian border without even a Tivo on hand, this cast of thespians -- only some of whom seem to understand the trouble they're in -- must navigate and negotiate their way back to SoCal-style civilization...but not before ticking off the local drug cartel, living out the inexorable men-on-a-mission tropes, and, just possibly, making a decent 80's-style actioner in the process.

The aspect of Tropic Thunder which *originally* was drawing the most heat is Downey, Jr.'s resurrection of one of Hollywood's darker stains in its past, blackface. (Controversy has since moved on to the portrayal of mentally handicapped people in the film-within-the-film Simple Jack, which, to my mind, is patently absurd. Watch Forrest Gump or Rain Man again sometime and you should get the point.) At any rate, surprisingly given the poor taste involved in reviving minstrelsy in any form, I thought Downey and the writers actually pulled it off. This is mainly thanks to the incredulity of Jackson's Alpa Chino to most of Downey's racist tics, such as reveling in crawfish, gumbo, and the like. All in all, I'd say David Roediger should be proud: Downey and the Tropic Thunder team managed to make their blackface routine a comment about the enduring racist foibles of white people (and the supreme actorly ego of Russell Crowe-type Method men) more than anything else, and thus help to subvert black stereotypes by drawing attention to them. (Of course, one irony here, at least from Spike Lee's perspective, is that Jackson's "Alpa Chino/Booty Sweat" act could be construed as even more minstrel-ish than Downey's role.) In any case, it was a high-wire tightrope act for Downey to pull off, and the fact that his performance has elicited so little controversy suggests how well he pulled it off. (In fact, the five minutes where Downey pretends to be Asian, and pretty much just chop-sockey's it up rather embarrassingly, illustrates how badly this could've gone, and how much we've still got to work on.)

Captain, the second wave of posters from the Star Trek reboot has hit off the starboard thrusters, and this time it's Bones, Scotty, Sulu, and Chekov. Hmm...ok. Simon Pegg seems bizarrely unrecogizable at Montgomery Scott here (despite the hairline), and Anton Yelchin and Karl Urban look quite like their original counterparts. But, while I dig Harold as much as the next guy, the distinctively Korean-American John Cho seems a somewhat lazy and distracting choice for Hikaru Sulu. Couldn't they find anyone of Japanese lineage, or did they just expect us not to notice?

"'He was a hard man and he made no apologies for that,' Childress said. 'When it came to me and my mother and my daughter he was the softest.'" Bernie Mac, 1957-2008.

And, if that surprising bit of news wasn't sad enough, Isaac Hayes, 1942-2008. "They're standing on our shoulders. Some of them don't realize [it] because they sample me so much."

"Much of the pic's dialogue is in French or German, and subtitles will be used, though Pitt will speak English in his role as a Tennessee hillbilly who assembles a team of eight Jewish-American soldiers to take on the Nazis." Brad Pitt officially signs up for QT's forthcoming WWII epic, Inglorious Bastards. Also in negotiations to join the project at the moment: Nastassja Kinski, Simon Pegg, David Krumholtz, and B.J. Novak.

Hmm...I dunno. I haven't read the script, which I heard was floating around, and probably won't before I see the movie. I'd like to think that this'll be a return to the form of Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, and Jackie Brown for Tarantino. But the Kill Bills and Death Proof were so loopy, bloated, and self-indulgent that I fear QT has entered George Lucas territory, meaning that he's surrounded by sycophantic yes-men and has sadly disappeared up his own ass, never to emerge again. And casting his buddy, torture-porn director Eli Roth, first only increases my wariness that this'll be yet another self-referential bric-a-brac homage to exploitation flicks of the past. Still, hope springs eternal.

"'It's tangible, the misery and hopelessness and the bleakness,' Mortensen says. 'It gives you much more to work with if you're filming in that world instead of a green screen.' Well, they know where they're going, but they don't know where they've been...USA Today scores the first official still from John Hillcoat's take on The Road, with Viggo Mortensen, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Robert Duvall, Charlize Theron, Guy Pearce, Michael K. Williams, and Garret Dillahunt. I found McCarthy's book decent enough but considerably overpraised -- As with mainstream critics' overheated embrace of Pan's Labyrinth, I thought The Road was post-apocalyptic sci-fi for people who normally condescend to the genre, and thus haven't read/seen very much of it. And, more than most McCarthy, I found the style seriously grating after while: "The Man, ashen-faced, sifted through the ash-gray ash. The Child whimpered. His mouth tasted like ash."

All that being said, I really like the cast they've put together here, and, given The Proposition, John Hillcoat sounds like an intriguing choice for this. So, count me in.

"It is the most challenging film I've ever made." The Hollywood Reporter checks in with James Cameron on the status of Avatar, and the future of 3D. "'The real question is 'where does all this go?' Cameron said. 'Are we looking at a situation maybe 10-15 years out where most laptops are sold with 3-D stereoscopic screens, most montors are stereo compatible, most DVD players can run stereo content?...I can see this becoming much more pervasive that we are thinking now.'"

Ready for his close-up? AICN procures a second teaser poster for Oliver Stone's W. The image is pretty much a direct lift from Fahrenheit 9/11, but I otherwise like the minimalism.

Update: Two more stills also make it onto the Google.

"Whatever happened to the American Dream? It came true -- you're looking at it." Quite a bit of new Watchmen material today. AICN get their hands on high-rez versions of the spiffy painted Comicon posters. (Rorschach | The Comedian | Silk Spectre I | Silk Spectre II | Nite-Owl | Dr. Manhattan | Ozymandias.) Very nicely done -- Lots of continuity nods thrown in for the fans, and note the clocks in the top-left corner. Plus, this is the first image of Ozy that I've liked so far. (Bubastis helps.) And Empire Online has a few new stills to share, although they've logo-stamped them in rather irritating fashion (and the characters look a bit stiff.)

In today's trailer bin, AD, Superbad, and Juno's Michael Cera hones his (very-quality) schtick in the John Hughes-ish preview for Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. (Alas, despite Cera's talent, this looks bad and/or I'm too old for it.) Meanwhile, Benicio del Toro tries to gets a revolution off the ground in the Spanish-language trailer for Steven Soderbergh's Che: The Argentine (a.k.a. part 1 of his four-hour Che double feature, with Guerrilla.) I can't understand a word of it, but it looks promising.

Wonka redux? Word is Johnny Depp will be suiting up as the Mad Hatter for Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, in 3D. (Burton cast his Alice last week: Australian Mia Wasikowska, recently of In Treatment.) Alrighty then...but after Wonka, Dr. Thompson, and Captain Jack, hasn't Depp already thoroughly crashed this tea party?

In anticipation of the HP & The Half-Blood Prince trailer, which should be on later tonight, USA Today scores two stills from the forthcoming sixth Potter film, including this one of young Tom Riddle looking Omen-ish. (Conveniently, he's played by Hero Fiennes-Tiffin, Ralph Fiennes' nephew.)

Update: "I can make things move without touching them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can speak to snakes too. They find me, whisper things..." And here it is. (Link sent via Raza.)

Hide the war plans and lock up the booze: The teaser for Oliver Stone's W leaks on Youtube, starring Josh Brolin (W), Elizabeth Banks (Laura), James Cromwell (41), Ellen Burstyn (Bar), Ioan Gruffudd (Blair), Jeffrey Wright (Powell), Thandie Newton (Rice), Toby Jones (Rove), Scott Glenn (Rummy), and Richard Dreyfuss (Cheney). it should be up officially tomorrow.

The place to be right now, other than Berlin? San Diego, where the 2008 Comic-Con is now under way. There are lots of pictures of the floor here and here -- Note the full-scale version of NIte-Owl's ship (Archimedes) from Zack Snyder's Watchmen.

One of the first stories down the pike: Strangely enough, the recent rumors are true: Darren Aronofsky is signed for a Robocop sequel. I'd buy that for a dollar...But, don't get Murphy out of cold storage just yet: Not many of Aronofsky's projects ever seem to get off the ground. (See also: Batman: Year One, Ronin, Lone Wolf and Cub, Watchmen, Black Swan.)

Meanwhile, Disney brought down the house the first day with a surprise, fully-formed teaser for TR2N, featuring none other than the Dude, in both 1983 and 2008 incarnations. Best of all, as I recently wished in my Iron Man review, they seem to have stuck with the "Col. Kurtz up the datastream" idea. That should be great fun. Everyday, I think I'm going to wake up back on the grid...

Update: Also from Comic-Con Day 1, the trailer for Wolverine airs (ho-hum), Coming Soon has a sit-down with new Doctor Who showrunner Steven Moffat, and Torchwood's Captain Jack is up for Captain America? I don't see that at all.

Update 2: The TR2N trailer is up in really poor Kramervision...and it still looks grand. (A slightly cleaned up version is here.)

"I've not seen any recent comic book films, but I didn't particularly like the book 300. I had a lot of problems with it, and everything I heard or saw about the film tended to increase [those problems] rather than reduce them: [that] it was racist, it was homophobic, and above all it was sublimely stupid." As a companion to their Watchmen story, EW has a wide-ranging sit-down with Alan Moore, wherein he discusses Zack Snyder, 300, magic, the afterlife, DC Comics, and his favorite television show: "The absolute pinnacle of anything I've seen recently has got to be The Wire. It's the most stunning piece of television that has ever come out of America, possibly the most stunning piece of television full-stop...So yeah, everything else looks pretty lame next to The Wire."

Speaking of Moore's critique of Snyder, I felt a similar unease after reading Snyder's EW Q&A. Says Snyder of Watchmen: "Everyone says that about [Christopher Nolan's] Batman Begins. 'Batman's dark.' I'm like, okay, 'No, Batman's cool.' He gets to go to a Tibetan monastery and be trained by ninjas. Okay? I want to do that. But he doesn't, like, get raped in prison. That could happen in my movie. If you want to talk about dark, that's how that would go." Hrm. Ok. I'd have more faith in Snyder's Watchmen if he didn't persist in sounding like one of those "Totally Extreme!!" meathead whiteboys from Harold & Kumar.

In advance of ComicCon, the preview poster for J.J. Abrams' Star Trek reboot hits the tubes. (That's Kirk (Chris Pine), Spock (Zachary Quinto), Uhura, (Zoe Saldana), and the Big Bad (Eric Bana) -- click through for the individual one-sheets.) Still unseen: Bones (Karl Urban), Scotty (Simon Pegg), Sulu (John Cho), and Chekov (Anton Yelchin).

Hmmm. I'm only a casual Trekkie at best, and everything I've ever seen with Abrams' name on it (MI:3, Cloverfield, the occasional episode of Alias and Lost) has been underwhelming. And I can't say frontlining Uhura as the eye candy or introducing yet another putty-ridged-forehead baddy (He's meant to be Romulan, apparently) gives me much enthusiasm for this. But I'll probably see it nonetheless.

Holy Catastrophic Wreck of a City, Batman! After two viewings, I'm happy to report Christopher Nolan's moody, sinister The Dark Knight was well worth the wait, and bears the high expectations set for it quite impressively. In fact, at two and a half hours (which zip along, and even feel somewhat truncated at times -- see below), this sprawling Gotham crime saga is almost too much movie to take in the first time around. To be sure, The Dark Knight isn't perfect -- It still has a few of the problems of Batman Begins: Once again, there's a lot of comic-book speechifyin' going on (Michael Caine's Alfred is particularly Yoda-ish at times), some leaps in logic are occasionally required, and the fight sequences can be hard to follow at first -- but all of these are readily forgivable given both the ambition and scope Nolan is working with here and the sheer entertainment value of the film.

Most importantly, if Begins, as I said in 2005, was "the Batman movie that fans of the Dark Knight have been waiting for," this is undoubtedly the Joker movie we've all been hoping for as its companion, particularly in light of Jack Nicholson's one-note grandstanding way back in 1989. Heath Ledger here is a true force of nature, embodying to a tee the malevolent, frighteningly insane jester of The Killing Joke and The Dark Knight Returns -- He has to be considered a lock for Best Supporting Actor next year.

Some spoilers will likely follow in the paragraphs to come, so, if you want to go in completely fresh, I'll leave it at this: WALL-E is up there, but right now The Dark Knight is without a doubt the film of the year, and far and away the best superhero movie out since Spiderman 2 or The Incredibles. True, some might find this vision of Gotham too relentlessly downbeat for their taste. But, if like me, you take your Batman black, you're in for a real treat.

The Dark Knight begins with a taste of things to come -- Six masked clowns descend upon a downtown Gotham bank, owned by the mob and run by Heat's William Fichtner, and only one drives out, with $68 million in lucre and another boost for his burgeoning notoriety. We then are introduced to the three men leading the fight to take back Gotham City from the criminal hordes: Lt. Jim Gordon (Gary Oldman), now running his own MCU; recently-elected DA and Kennedyesque "white knight" of Gotham Harvey Dent (Aaron Eckhart), and of course, the Batman (Christian Bale), still striking fear in the hearts of Gotham's underworld...and inspiring a few copycats. With Gordon following the money, Dent handing down indictments, and the Batman enforcing the law (if sometimes by circumventing it), this trifecta of concerned citizens -- aided by ADA Rachel Dawes (Maggie Gyllenhaal), caught in a McNulty-Daniels-Pearlman love triangle of sorts -- have put the squeeze to the remaining Mob factions, who've reorganized into their own version of the New Day Co-Op. (Yes, as this paragraph attests, this version of Gotham comes off very Wiry at times.)

But, in their desperation, the Mob goes Marlo one step further, and places their trust in the deranged madman in greasepaint who stole their money in the first reel. Handy with knives, pencils, motivational tactics, and The Anarchist Cookbook, this Joker is in effect the criminal countermeasure to the Batman...except, it turns out, he could pretty much care less about the Mob, their money, or really anything else. Rather, as Alfred puts it, he "just wants to watch the world burn," and before he's fully indulged his whims of fancy, all of Gotham's heroes -- and the city itself -- will face his devilishly inspired moral quandaries, no-win situations that will test their character...and, more often than not, destroy them.

So, yes, folks, despite all the quality actors on display here (special kudos to Eckhart and Oldman) and the titular Dark Knight, this is ultimately the Clown Prince of Crime's movie...and he's a real kick. As I noted above, Jack Nicholson's portrayal of "Jack Nicholson" playing the Joker was a disappointment to me even when I was fifteen years old. But this is the scary clown I've been looking to see. Lolling his tongue obscenely along the scars in his mouth, chirping about madness, mayhem, lepers and crooks in his grotesque singsong, laughing hilariously to himself about gags only he would find remotely funny, this Joker, "like a dog chasing a car," is note-perfect throughout. Ledger has so many great moments in this film that it'd be impossible to enumerate them all here. Suffice to say, he (and Nolan) got it: The Joker's knowing, even admiring co-dependence with Batman ("You complete me!), his shifty-cowardly fighting style (i.e. throw goons in the way and look for the occasional shiv), his taste for the theatrical murder (note, for example, those video interrogations)...Ledger delved right past all the campy cruft surrounding the character for years and burrowed right into the clown's dark heart. Every plaudit you've heard about him is fully deserved -- it's really an amazing performance.

Of course, the Joker isn't the only villain of the piece. Of the other main Rogues' Gallery entrant, I loved the slow build-up to his "origin" -- for once, Two-Face had real dramatic and even tragic heft on the screen. (I'm a fan of Tommy Lee Jones, but I hope he sees this movie somewhere and feels downright lousy.) That being said, it's hard to escape the slight feeling that he -- as a villain, anyway -- is shoehorned into the story somewhat. Given how fast they try to run through the Two-Face storyline near the end, it might've made more sense just to set him up for the next installment. (Speaking of which, given that Nolan rectified Tim Burton's horrendous error of killing the Joker this time (a cruel irony, in light of recent events), I'm of the opinion currently congealing in fanboy circles that Dent was unconscious in the last scene, and will be shipped off to Arkham under a fake name, by (secret) order of Gordon, should the series continue.)

And the other villain of The Dark Knight -- besides mobsters Eric Roberts and Michael Jai White, that is -- is the Batman himself, who contracts a passing case of the Dubyas as the film progresses (much to Morgan Freeman's consternation.) True, the warrantless wiretap incident also seems slightly shoehorned in to some extent, but I applaud the brothers Nolan for bringing in some post-9/11 deepthink into the equation. (Don't worry -- it's nowhere near as exploitative as Cloverfield.) As the Joker spreads fear through Gotham, by way of targeted bombings and bridge-and-tunnel threats, the authorities behave increasingly badly to keep up, from harsh interrogations to phone taps to ultimately, the murderous vigilantism of Two-Face. But, despite the occasional smoldering ruin and grieving firemen, the analogy is never cut-and-dried, and, eventually, we're all implicated. When fear runs your city, nobody's thinking too clearly. (Or, as the Joker puts it, "When the chips are down, these civilized people will eat each other." -- Note also his veiled war-in-Iraq commentary, about truckloads of dead soldiers being "all part of the plan.")

For all the upside of The Dark Knight, there are still problems here, to be sure. Perhaps I was sitting too close the first time, but some of the action sequences -- most notably the final one (needlessly enhanced by the video game sonar, even if the white eyes were a nice fanboy touch) were hard to follow the first time through. (Everything made more sense the second time.) For all its 152 minutes, The Dark Knight still feels weirdly truncated at times, particularly in the final act. (The Rangoon, "watch the world burn" scene in the middle going also seems haphazardly thrown into the mix.) And, perhaps most problematic, characters have a tendency throughout to just show up and/or disappear without explanation. Where did the Joker go after Batman leaves the fundraiser? How did Bruce know the Joker was coming in the first place? How did Batman find Dent when he's interrogating the Joker's goon? Why was Eric Roberts (standing on his own two legs, no less) just sorta hanging around outside you-know-who's hospital room? You could just chalk it up to comic-book pacing, I suppose, but these moments still felt entirely too convenient a lot of the time. (I guess one could also complain about the depth of the Jokers' ruses -- the shattered-bullet fingerprint and phone-"contusion" come to mind -- but that was a case where I figured comic book rules sufficed to explain things.)

But, minor quibbling aside, The Dark Knight is an exemplary sequel, and easily the best of the seven Batfilm incarnations thus far. Which begs the question: After the dastardly depths of Ledger's Joker, where could Nolan & co. possibly go next? Everyone's signed for three films, and -- of the main villains -- we still have the Penguin (Ray Winstone? Phillip Seymour Hoffman?), the Riddler (Guy Pearce? Paul Bettany?), and the Catwoman (Shannyn Sossamon? Jessica Biel?), the first two of which don't seem to fit the Nolanverse particularly well. (Neither, for that matter, does Robin.) I suppose the Joker could return, but that obviously opens up a huge can of worms now. (Perhaps Joseph Gordon-Leavitt? He looks eerily like Ledger anyway.) My first thought when the cliffhanger of a sort was set up was this (probably because I'd just seen Dr. Manhattan doing the Feds' dirty work), but I'm sure that's way too out there for the franchise.

In any case, here's hoping they figure it out. But, even if they don't, The Dark Knight will stand tall in the annals of the caped crusader. Near the end, the Joker tells Batman, "You and I could do this forever." That's how I like to think of this incarnation of the Clown and the Bat, now forever locked in their eternal dance. Even if we'll never see it, I know Ledger's Joker will continue to break out of Arkham, terrorize Gotham, and haunt its winged guardian for years and decades to come. Long after the actor's death, his masterful creation will continue to get the last laugh.

"The world will look up and shout, 'Save Us!,' and I will whisper, 'No.'" Forget midnight -- the teaser for Zack Snyder's Watchmen has leaked. I must say, Dr. Manhattan looks better than I had anticipated (I like the money shot of him, the American Superpower, in 'Nam), Rorschach looks great, and the Comedian seems ok, but I have quibbles with Ozymandias (too young), Nite-Owl (too buff) and Silk Spectre (too vamp). Still, I'll reserve full judgment until I've watched it a few dozen more times. In the meantime, how weird is it that there's actually a trailer for Watchmen out? We seem to be living in the Golden Age of comic book movies. Update: Like most things in this world, it looks much better in HD.

Update 2: "Based on footage Snyder screened for EW, at least, the work seems to have been worth it. Multiple scenes -- the Comedian's murder, Rorschach's introduction, Dr. Manhattan's origin, and a hypnotic title sequence that shutter-flies through the history of Watchmen America, set to Bob Dylan's 'The Times They Are A-Changin' — suggest a film that may capture more of Watchmen than anyone thought possible." Hrm. Watchmen makes the EW Comicon cover -- see below -- and their story includes the first pic of Carla Gugino as Sally Jupiter. Sadly, Ozy's still not looking so hot...maybe they should've gone with Jude Law of the Rorschach tattoo, since he was practically begging for the part. (And is it just me or does Crudup-Manhattan look eerily like Kevin Spacey?)

Update 3: Speaking of Sally Jupiter, AICN scores a pinup of the heroine, in the style of Alberto Vargas and in keeping with the WWII-era aesthetic of The Minutemen.

Leonardo di Caprio and Russell Crowe find their CIA jurisdictions overlapping in the new trailer for Ridley Scott's Body of Lies. Hmmm, maybe.

Also in TDK's trailer bin tomorrow, this early look at Christian Bale in McG's Terminator: Salvation. Even with Bale aboard, I still get bad Alien v. Predator vibes from this whole project.

"I've been thinking lately. About you and me. About what's going to happen to us, in the end. We're going to kill each other, aren't we?" The WP's Hank Steuver offers a brief history of the Joker, from Conrad Veidt in The Man Who Laughs to Heath Ledger tomorrow night. If you're headed to TDK absolutely spoiler-free, I'd skip this one -- quite a few plot details herein.

"This trailer speaks to the fanbase in a huge way. Your friends and neighbors will be damn impressed by what they're seeing, but they'll also be slightly baffled. They'll want to know more - who is that blue guy? Who is flying that ship coming out of the water? Are they on Mars? Why is that guy getting thrown through a window? - so get ready to start lending out your book." One of the CHUD guys takes a spin with the Watchmen trailer, due before The Dark Knight tomorrow night. Sounds great, and while Snyder's 300 turned out to be more than a little ridiculous, it's still boasts a helluva trailer.

Update: The Watchmen trailer officially drops over at Empire Online tomorrow, at -- of course -- the stroke of midnight (EST).

The trailer for Frank Miller's take on Will Eisner's The Spirit leaks, and it's a strange one, seemingly combining the visual atmosphere of Sin City with the gender economy of Dave Sim...and that doesn't even get into Nazi Samuel L. It looks like it could be a trainwreck, but I'll put this on the maybe pile.

Give the devil his due: I said of the underwhelming Hellboy in 2004 (which I watched again last week, and remained underwhelmed by) that hopefully, like Bryan Singer and the X-Men series, Guillermo del Toro would be able to work out the kinks in time for the sequel. Well, four years have passed, and Hellboy II: The Golden Army is now upon us. And the verdict? Well, HB-II: TGA is by almost every reckoning a brisker, more confident, and more satisfying movie than its predecessor. (I say "almost" because, with the transition from Nazis and Lovecraft to the World of Warcraft, Hellboy seems slightly out of his milieu this time.) That being said, I felt The Golden Army, while entertaining throughout, didn't quite cohere for me as a film: It plays more like a sprawling collection of fun ideas, haphazardly strung together, than a movie of a piece. Now, originality goes a long way, and I'll give del Toro bonus points for really letting his freak flag fly this time 'round. (If nothing else, HB-II occasionally seems like a test FX-reel for The Hobbit.) Still, while I was impressed by the breadth of del Toro's imagination, I can't say I ever felt absorbed by it. For whatever reason, and not for lack of trying, Hellboy II: The Golden Army left me reasonably amused and distracted for two hours, and not much else.

The films begins with a stop-motion fairy tale. As a (goofily-designed) preadolescent in 1955, Hellboy was told the tale of the Golden Army, an unstoppable goblin-forged force commanded by an elven king in his war against that teeming, grasping nuisance, humanity. But dismayed by the carnage wrought, said king ultimately decided to sign a truce with humankind -- men get the cities, elves get the forests -- much to the consternation of his son, Prince Nuada. Cut to the present day: The humans have, as WALL-E foreshadowed, plowed through the forests for their strip malls and parking lots, and thus Nuada (Luke Goss) has returned to fight the ancient war anew.

But, standing in his way, for better or worse, are the motley protectors of humankind, the BPRD (Bureau of Paranormal Research and Development). Among their number, the kindly, bookish fish-man Abraham Sapien (Doug Jones, not too far removed from Threepio), the powerful pyrokinetic Liz Sheridan (Selma Blair, all blue fire and bedroom eyes), and, of course, Big Red himself, the kitty-loving, cigar-chomping spawn of Lucifer, Hellboy (Ron Perlman, clearly having fun). But, one must ask, in a war between the freaks and the humans, why are Hellboy et al on the side of the latter, particularly when mankind seems to fear and despise their lot? Clearly, the BPRD gang have some considerations to make.

That's arguably the main thread of Hellboy II, but there's quite a bit else going on -- too much, in fact. Y'see, Hellboy very much wants to take the team public, and he and Liz are having some space issues, and Liz has a secret of her own, and Abe may have met the (elvish) girl of his dreams, and, along with last film's comic relief (Jeffrey Tambor), there's a new freak in town, an ectoplasmic German martinet named Johann Krauss (Seth McFarlane, of Family Guy). Oh, and let's not forget the Troll Market (a showy cantina-style setpiece in the middle going), a (IMHO, strained) Barry Manilow musical number, and even an encounter with the Angel of Death.

Now some might rightly argue that I'm looking the gift hellspawn in the maw here, and that one should just sit back and relish the cornucopia of imaginative riches on display. Fair enough -- There are some memorable images throughout (I particularly liked the autumn of the elemental), and this is miles more interesting than, say, The Incredible Hulk. But I still think the movie would've been more captivating had it been less episodic. Despite the many innovative ideas on display, The Golden Army -- much like Terry Gilliam's The Adventures of Baron Munchausen -- at times feels more like a notebook dump than a movie. (But as I said, if this what it takes for del Toro to clear the mental decks pre-Hobbit, I'm all for it.)

Nevertheless, if Hellboy was too little, and Hellboy II turned out to be too much, I'd still probably be up for a Hellboy 3, several years from now, on the other side of Middle Earth. Particularly if it goes back to plumbing the Cthulhian depths suggested in the original, the third film could end up being juussst riiight.

In its most recent installment, Gotham Tonight's Mike Engel (Anthony Michael Hall) scores an exclusive interview with new Gotham DA Harvey Dent, one that seems to be occurring right at the start of The Dark Knight (which, you may have heard, opens this Thursday at midnight.) In related news, the Joker -- after defacing all the online viral sites -- kindly handed out free IMAX preview passes to (some of) those playing along.

However the movie ends up turning out (and with a 94 on Metafilter and 100 on Rotten Tomatoes at the moment, I'm optimistic), kudos to the viral marketing gurus...it's been a fun ride.

In the fourth installment of their making-of video series, original Watchmen artist Dave Gibbons sings the praises of Zack Snyder's art direction, and shows brief glimpses of Hollis Mason's apartment and Rorschach on patrol. All well and good, but as I said before, obsessive art direction will be the easy part.

Here we go again...Along with several media previews (note beat-up Harry on the Empire cover), a bunch of new stills from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince hit the tubes. (That's Jim Broadbent as Slughorn on the left.)

Klaatu Barada Nikto...the trailer for Scott Derrickson's remake of The Day The Earth Stood Still, with Keanu Reeves, Jennifer Connelly, Kathy Bates, and Jon "Don Draper" Hamm, is now online. (Here's the Youtube version. Apparently, it's playing in front of Hancock, which -- after being burned by Wanted -- I'm now inclined to skip.

"After examining the film the three experts are certain: The find from Buenos Aires is a real treasure, a worldwide sensation. Metropolis, the most important silent film in German history, can from this day on be considered to have been rediscovered." Ave Maria! The original Ghost in the Machine has been found! Before this and this and this and this and this and just about anything else you can think of in the sci-fi department, there was Fritz Lang's Metropolis, and it's been rediscovered in an Argentine film vault. (Tour Lang's city here.)

This unearthed original print is rumored to be 210 minutes long, a full hour and a half longer than any version seen since 1927. "Among the footage that has now been discovered...there are several scenes which are essential in order to understand the film: The role played by the actor Fritz Rasp in the film for instance, can finally be understood. Other scenes, such as for instance the saving of the children from the worker’s underworld, are considerably more dramatic. In brief: 'Metropolis, Fritz Lang’s most famous film, can be seen through new eyes.'"

"While the gross numbers can be depressing (we spent half a billion dollars on the likes of Norbit, Good Luck Chuck, and Bratz?), the averages are not. Critically acclaimed films average about $2,000 more per screen than critically lambasted films." Slate's Erik Lundegaard uses Rotten Tomatoes to make an economic case for movie criticism.

"Does it depress you...how alone you really are? You had plans...look where that got ya!" Yes, even more news on the Dark Knight front: Domino's has a fun site up with an exclusive variant trailer...and be sure to play 3-Card Monte with the Joker before you go. (If that site's bogged down, low-quality versions have popped up on Youtube here and here.)

Update: Another exemplary new poster, and -- just in case the deal isn't closed yet -- it looks like the teaser for Zack Snyder's Watchmen will open the show. It's safe to say I'm reaching LotR-levels of anticipation at this point.

Update 2: Gotham Tonight Episode 3 (crime in the city) and Episode 4 (Jim Gordon profile) are now up. Looks like Bal'more's New Day Co-Op and MCU have both made it to Batman's town.

What, you mean he's gone rogue again? Fresh off Casino Royale, Daniel Craig returns as 007 in the new trailer for Marc Forster's Quantum of Solace, and M doesn't seem too happy about it.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me [twice], you can't get fooled again. A leaden mishmash of The Matrix, Fight Club, and various much-more-entertaining FPS shoot 'em ups, Timur Bekmanbetov's aggressively dumb and derivative Wanted is what I'd call a total misfire...if it wasn't totally in keeping with the similarly adrenaline-fueled, barely coherent nonsense that was Night Watch. I haven't read the source material, although a quick peek at the Wikipedia (and the fact it was penned by Mark Millar) suggests it was probably much more wry and entertaining than this flick turned out to be (and made more sense, given it's set in a universe with supervillains.)

As it is, however, Wanted plays like Michael Bay's version of Gus Van Sant's Elephant, a hyperbolic, stultifying stupid, aggro-laced paean to the Columbine mentality. Now, I'm all for leave-your-brain-at-the-door actioners, and I could forgive Wanted its video game physics, its cheap-and-easy nihilism, its plagiarism from much better movies, and its intrusive whiteboy angst-metal if the movie actually turned out to be entertaining. But, a few minor setpieces aside (namely the limousine hit, which was everything ths film should've been in 60 seconds -- perhaps Bekmanbetov should try his hand at videos), Wanted is basically the opposite of fun. Like Night Watch, it's so bogged down by turgid plotting and long bouts of needless exposition (as well as, in this case, scenes cobbled together from other sources) that the film has no pulse. How bad is it? When a baby started screaming in my theater during the final act (when Morgan Freeman started monologuing yet again in the Fraterntity's library), prompting a yelling match between the disgruntled babyless ("Get that goddamn kid out of here!) and the babied ("F**k you! Babies have rights too!"), I was kinda thankful for, at long last, an entertaining diversion.

As Wanted begins, we are introduced to one Wesley Gibson (James McAvoy, who seemed to have learned his American accent solely from Billy Zabka movies and Sprite commercials.) Gibson is a depressed, obsequious worker drone somewhere in the Great American Cubicle Hive -- Chicago, to be precise. He hates his job, he hates his boss, he hates his routine, and his "best" friend is pretty obviously sleeping with his aggravating girlfriend. Gibson is such a capital-L Loser, in fact, that his relatively common name brings up 0 hits on Google. (Sigh...would that were the most ridiculous thing about this movie.) One day, however, he is approached in the local supermarket by "Fox", an alluring -- albeit currently on the wrong side of skinny -- minx (Angelina Jolie, trying but clearly bored), who immediately gets him involved in a shoot-out and car chase against a rival killer (Thomas Kretchmann).

From there, Gibson is soon initiated into a secret and ancient cabal of assassins known as the Fraternity, led by Morgan Freeman (playing Lawrence Fishburne playing Morpheus) and including members such as The Gunsmith (Common), The Butcher (Konstantin Khabensky), and The Repairman (Marc Warren). Each of these FPS Minibosses, basically, train Gibson in the arts of their order (it seems to involve him needlessly getting his ass kicked a lot) until he's reached his full potential as a genetic prodigy, and can thus seek out and kill the murderer of his father. But who are these assassins actually killing, and for what purpose? Even total badasses, it seems, aren't free of the occasional moral quandary.

That's basically the set-up -- If it sounds like you've heard variations on this story before, you have. I neglected to mention the scene involving Gibson's father's final mission, which [a] plays almost exactly like Trinity's early shenanigans in The Matrix and [b] first establishes that, here, bullets not only travel for miles but can bend their trajectory in flight. This may sound like a cool idea to some, I guess -- for me, it put me right in House of Flying Daggers mode. Once you've established something so ridiculous, it's hard to feel invested in any of the ensuing action sequences. There's no danger at all if the laws of physics don't apply -- You're just going to show me what you show me, and that's that. (I would argue that movies like The Matrix bend these sorts of rules, but don't b