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On the occasion of the new year, EW previews some of the more-anticipated films of 2009, including Michael Mann's Public Enemies, Terminator: Salvation, Spike Jonze's' long-awaited Where the Wild Things Are, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Pixar's Up, Harold Ramis' Year One, The Taking of the Pelham 1-2-3 (again), Wolverine, and Watchmen.
Times are tough, bub. In a clear sign that the economic downturn is affecting actors and celebrities as much as it is ordinary working people, Danny Huston and Liev Schreiber pay off their mortgages alongside Hugh Jackman in the new trailer for Gavin Hood's X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Ok, I kid, this doesn't look completely terrible. But some of the shots here -- particularly Jackman walking away from the explosion, hanging on to that chopper, or otherwise engaged in wire-fu -- definitely have that C-movie, Punisher: War Zone feel to them. And after the directorial switcheroo that brought about the lamentable X3: The Last Stand (which has an equally overburdened title, come to think of it -- what's with the colons?), I'm not all that inclined to look charitably on Fox's handling of this property anymore.
Fanboy-wise, I had mostly checked out of X-Men by the time they began revisiting Wolvie's origin every other year -- most of the stuff I do remember involved Kitty Pryde and feudal Japan -- so I can't really speak to what's going on in this clip in terms of comic continuity. That being said, I've always thought the cajun mutant cardslinger Gambit (here, Friday Night Lights' Taylor Kitsch, no pun intended) was a pretty goofy, throwaway character, n'est-ce-pas, mes amis? It is interesting to see (I think) Emma Frost pop up for a second, but, again, I'm much more familiar with the character in her old, Hellfire Club incarnation, before she pulled a Magneto somewhere along the line and got retconned into a X-member. (And I always thought, movie-wise, they should've cast Rosamund Pike for the White Queen, particularly in her ice-castle incarnation from the otherwise-completely-forgettable Die Another Day.)
Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson's previously-announced Tintin trilogy finds a writer in Doctor Who scribe Steven Moffat, of the Season 3 episode "Blink." Speaking of which, I've run hot and cold on BBC's Doctor Who update thus far, and have found showrunner Russell Davies' campy contributions to be mixed at best. But the second half of Season 3 has been exceptionally good Who. From "Blink" to the "Doctor goes Human" two-parter in pre-WWI England ("Human Nature/"The Family of Blood") to Derek Jacobi's turn as a lonely, befuddled scientist at the end of time in "Utopia" to the Master taking Tony Blair's job in "The Sound of Drums," I'd say this most-recent run can hold its own with the best of the Pertwee-Baker years. (I haven't seen "Last of the Time Lords," the Season 3 finale, yet, but I dig John Simm as the Master, and his evil companion is a real kick.)
Off-topic, but also on the television front, I've recently boarded the 5:23 Mad Men commuter train. It's a show I've been shying away from despite the good reviews, mainly because I feared it'd be 85% Rat Pack kitsch, i.e. its raison d'etre would be primarily to wallow in the unregenerate un-PCness of the early Sixties. But, while I'm still living a few episodes behind present-time, Mad Men makes for pretty solid television, even if, as with Miller's Crossing, it can be hard to watch without a glass of Jamesons and clinking ice in hand. Jon Hamm's Don Draper and John Slattery's Roger Sterling are particularly good, and, as someone noted on The House Next Door, Michael Gladis' Paul Kinsey is an eerie facsimile of the young Orson Welles. Plus, with all due respect to Officers Bunk and McNulty, it's a nice change of pace to watch smart, well-written characters in a TV drama that aren't cops, doctors, or mobsters.
Finally, I never much cottoned to it anyway, but after the Season 2 premiere, NBC's Heroes is getting kicked off the DVR. As I said last Spring, the blatant, unattributed ripping off of Watchmen and the X-Men's "Days of Future Past" in Season 1 was already hard to swallow. And, judging from the first week's installment, Kring & co. have decided to go back to the well, and have stolen the Comedian storyline straight out of Watchmen too. Given that their poorly-written, overstuffed show is usually as artless as their theft here, count me out.
"We can't win this militarily. It can only be won politically; it can only be won diplomatically and internationally...And you've got to listen to realism and what the public wants in the United States." Hopefully (but not likely) heeding John Murtha's words, Dubya's Iraq team retreats to Camp David for a strategy pow-wow. By the way, is it just me or does the "Interagency Team on Iraq" look suspiciously like the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants?
Mutie alert: Despite a few all-too-brief glimpses of a better (or at least more enjoyable) movie scattered therein, Brett Ratner's X3: The Last Stand is, as the fanboy nation suspected, a truly terrible film. In fact, with the possible exception of Ian McKellen hamming his way through Magneto, it's hard to think of anyone who brought above their C-game to this woeful project -- the directing is workmanlike, the effects look cheap, the shots have that Canadian backlot look to them, the score is hamhanded and distracting, the actors seem bored, and, worst of all, the script is flat-out embarrassing. What's more, if you harbor any affection for the comic (and particularly the Dark Phoenix arc ostensibly in play here, although it's been cross-wired with Joss Whedon's early run), you'll probably just leave irritated. In short, X3 is just the type of lowest-common-denominator, dumbed-down rush job that gives both summer movies and comic movies a bad name: Think Fantastic Four.
Compounding the aggravation, X3 seems like it might turn out reasonably decent for the first ten minutes or so. The film begins with two flashbacks: The more interesting one, although it steals much of its subtext from Raimi's Spiderman, involves a teenage Angel trying to clip his wings (the other features not-quite-ready-for-primetime de-aging CGI.) But then we're thrust into a really clunky Danger Room sequence, involving Sentinels that have all the terrible grandeur of an industrial-strength flashlight and a Corman-esque Colossus that screams straight-to-video. (Apparently, the Danger Room was built in Professor Xavier's Bargain Basement.) And, from there, it's just down, down down. As it turns out, Worthington industries (run by Michael Murphy of Tanner), with the acquiescence of the President (a man who's prone to looking into the camera and exclaiming "God...help...us." whenever needed) has, as per Whedon, created a "cure" for mutants, prompting outrage (Storm, Halle Berry), confusion (Beast, Kelsey Grammar), relief (Rogue, Anna Paquin), and righteous megalomania (Magneto, McKellen) among the varied facets of mutantkind. Meanwhile, as tensions mount and the timely metaphors fly thick, a bedraggled Cyclops (James Marsden) ventures out to Alkali Lake -- site of the climax of X2 -- where he, surprisingly, encounters Jean Grey (Famke Janssen) alive and well. Ok, maybe not well...
As you can see, X3 is playing with at least two quality story arcs out of the X-Men canon here, so you'd think it'd just have to ride them through. But, alas, screenwriters Simon Kinberg and Zak Penn -- who, make no bones about it, deserve the lion's share of blame for this drek -- go crazier than Chris Claremont in his post-Mutant Massacre burnout phase. (Speaking of mutant massacres, no less than [Major Movie-Ruining Spoiler] SIX major characters -- Cyclops, Xavier, Mystique, Magneto, Jean Grey, Rogue -- are eliminated by the end of this flick, which, even given the lax standards one must accord this universe, seems both ridiculously brutal and exceedingly lazy writing.) Virtually everybody here -- and particularly Xavier and Magneto -- has at least one speech, quip, or action that seems totally out-of-character. (For her part, Halle Berry plays Storm as if she were Halle Berry.) Neither the good guys nor bad guys' plans make one lick of sense. And, even despite all the X-Men on hand here, the film is overflowing with undifferentiated throwaway characters who all look and act like tattoo-riddled redshirts.
By the way, did I mention this film looks cheap? Oh, hell yes. Beast looks like a cross between a Metallica roadie and an alien on a Sci-Fi channel miniseries. Dark Phoenix -- who, by the way, not once exhibits a phoenix flame -- instead occasionally unleashes the terrifying cosmic force of scrubbly bubbles (a la the distintegrating vampires in Blade.) And the wire-fu...oof, it's just plain sad. So, is there anything good here? Well, very briefly, Kitty Pryde (Ellen Page), Juggernaut (Vinnie Jones), Madrox (Eric Dane), Moira (Olivia Williams)...that's about it, and it all totals about ten minutes of screen time. In short, after the surprisingly delectable heights of Bryan Singer's X2 (Nightcrawler in the White House, Magneto's escape), this film is at best a tremendous disappointment, and at worst an insult to the fan base. If this and FF is how Avi Arad and Marvel have decided to treat their best (non-Spiderman) properties from now herein, make mine DC.
Today's trailers: Crockett & Tubbs reunite as Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx respectively in the full trailer for Michael Mann's film version of Miami Vice (This isn't much of an improvement on the teaser, frankly.) And, Dell offers seven minutes of clips from X3: The Last Stand, of which all but 90 seconds or so (thanks to Ian McKellen, who's clearly at home scenery-chewing his way through this badly-written drek) looks and sounds cringeworthy. From this, it seems the real problem with X3 may be less Ratner than the so-far really clunky script by Simon Kinberg & Zak Penn.
"This is about camaraderie. It's about teamwork, but most of all it's about history. It's really about knowing your roots. I mean, kids today, they're reading about Wolverine's clone sister. What the hell is that about?" The Secret Wars Re-Enactment Society (By way of Do You Feel Loved?) For old-school comic fans, this is worth seeing for the Kang and Ultron costumes alone. (And, as Chris noted, the payoff is pretty funny too.)
The Religious Affiliation of Comic Book Characters, with a handy graphic of who's a member of what "legion." The site also includes impressively detailed individual entries on each character -- not only the big guns like Methodist Superman, Episcopal Batman, Catholic Daredevil, and Buddhist Wolverine, but also everyone from Presbyterian Wolfsbane to the Mormon Power Pack. (Via Triptych Cryptic.)
In today's movie bin, the full trailer for Brett Ratner's X3: The Last Stand shows up online. Hmm, I'm still not feeling it. To quote an AICN talkbacker, "Too much wire fu makes Homer go something something"...although I did kinda dig the scene with Juggernaut chasing Kitty Pryde. (Insert your own I'm the Juggernaut, b***ch joke if you'd like.) Also out today is the new Japanese M:I:III trailer, now with considerably less Philip Seymour Hoffman.
Six new one-sheets from X3: The Last Stand make the rounds (as do a few new stills) and, hoo boy -- Let's just say that they're not going to thwart the negative energy surrounding the project ever since Ratner came on board. Will this be the X-Men's Batman and Robin?
From Beauty and the Beast to a Beast of a different color, USA Today posts some stills from X3, including one of Kelsey Grammar in costume. I for one never imagined Beast as an irate leprechaun. Update: The brand-new teaser for Ratner's X3: The Last Stand (Yep, that appears to be the title) is now online. Keep an eye out for Juggernaut and Callisto (also both in the official photo gallery), Dark Phoenix hangin' with Magneto's crew (the Brotherhood), and what looks to be a fastball special.
In other comic-film news, more X-Trouble on the horizon: In keeping with schlockmeister Brett Ratner's earlier-professed desire to sex up the X-Men, X3 adds two come-hither mutants: Mercedes Scelba-Shorte of America's Next Top Model as M/Monet St. Croix (from Generation X, which is after my time..they're the new New Mutants, I guess) and Ashley Hartman of The OC as Emma Frost, the White Queen (formerly a villain, until reconceived during the Grant Morrison run.) I guess this means we'll never get a full Hellfire Club X-film, which is particularly depressing after reading a fanboy dream-cast Deadwood's Ian McShane as Sebastian Shaw, the Black King, in the AICN talkback. That would've been ten kinds of perfect.
