Right on the heels of the recent one-sheet, Johnny Depp tries to channel a thirteen-year-old in an altogether strange new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory TV spot, courtesy of The Movie Box.
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Nothing Beside Remains?
As it turns out, the rumors were true — Paramount is in fact getting antsy about The Watchmen, and as a result the production will likely be moving out of London’s Pinewood Studios in order to save a few bucks. C’mon, y’all…think Sin City, not LXG.
Her name is Veruca…
The new one-sheet for Tim Burton’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory makes it past Wonka Control, with all the kids joining Depp for their bow.
Bats in the Belfry.
Look, up in the sky! It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s…a swarming horde of bats? Two new 30-sec Batman Begins TV spots offer up Gary Oldman as Commissioner Gordon, the Scarecrow’s ride, more action sequences, and lots of squeaky, flying critters.
Shaolin Tiger Style.
“I can’t get married – I’m a thirty-year-old boy.” By way of The Late Adopter, Fight Club is finally explained to everyone’s satisfaction — it was meant to be a sequel to Calvin & Hobbes.
Fool of a Took.
Happy April Fool’s Day, y’all. Because I’m feeling relatively lazy, I’ll just point the way to Toast in the Machine, an old warhorse I still trod out once a year. For a better-conceived April Fool’s joke, PJ and co. announce pre-production on the 2-part Son of Kong. (in which Kong Jr. will fight Nazis…oh, word.)
No…there is another.
More good news emanating from the Sith: Apparently Steven Spielberg had a hand in choreographing the direction of some of Episode III‘s most crucial lightsaber duels. Even if Spielberg didn’t do all that much, the fact that Lucas looked for outside advice this time around bodes well indeed for the final installment.
Trials of a Comedian.
Uh-oh. It’s mostly fanboy speculation at the moment…still, word from the AICN crew is Paramount may be getting squeamish about The Watchmen. That’s too bad — the recent interviews with Paul Greengrass suggested this project was in sound hands.
Harding Eight.
Boogie Nights and Punch-Drunk Love wunderkind Paul Thomas Anderson (a writer-director I like a lot less than most people, although I caught Magnolia again on IFC recently and didn’t loathe it this time) announces his next project — Upton Sinclair’s Oil!, possibly starring Daniel Day-Lewis. Hmmm…looks like I had best write that dissertation chapter on Teapot Dome sooner rather than later.
Woody on the Couch.
“Remove Allen from the scene of the contemporary romantic comedy and you get either Hugh Grant’s hollow trysting or Ethan Hawke’s pretentious babbling. (Actually, without Allen’s precedent, Hawke probably wouldn’t be allowed to babble.)” In the new N+1, Christian Lorentzen (a friend of mine from college days) writes on Melinda, Woody Allen’s castration anxiety, and Melinda.