THE SYNDROME

ENTERTAINMENT OBSESSION // 2009

Stuff About Lauren...

I'm Lauren. I have two brothers, a crooked spine and I usually read magazines from the back to the front. I don't really know why; it just feels better that way. For a while I thought I'd devote my life to putting things in print (hard news, feature articles, new American fiction) but, about eight years ago, I realized that I've secretly been in love with film all my life. The crooked spine isn't going anywhere. I'm still kinda angry about that.

About the Blog...

I used to be a film critic for a newspaper. I got to immerse myself in entertainment and dissect it for other people. I miss that. Look ... there's other stuff going down on planet Earth that seems a little more life-and-death, but I love film because it taught me how to be a moral human being. Movies were my third parent. So this is why I blog THE SYNDROME.

Some Miracles Crash, Burn



I'm not sure what Spike Lee is thinking right now -- now that he knows his film Miracle at St. Anna made a little under $3.5 million on its opening weekend. (Production budget was approximately $45 million, according to Box Office Mojo.)

Was it the fact that it's another war movie? Was it the fact that the dramatic leads are predominantly young black men? Was it the fact that Lee had a little spat with Clint Eastwood that got blown out of proportion? Was it the fact that we are in a recession and nobody wants to dwell on imaginings of harsh times and a divided America?

Why did Miracle stumble out of the starting blocks?

I have yet to see the film to corroborate the critics' testimonies, but regardless of shaky reviews a Spike Lee joint should do better than 3 mil. His name alone should guarantee $10 million.

I plan on chucking my $12 at Miracle this weekend.

Behind-the-scenes vid below. Check it.

EDIT: Looks like someone took down the video from Brightcove. Boo.

Legend Paul Newman Is Dead



From The Hollywood Reporter:

Paul Newman, who combined Method training with matinee idol looks to become the personification of the cool '60s rebel in such iconic roles as the reckless Hud, the defiant Cool Hand Luke and the hotshot Butch Cassidy, died Friday. Surrounded by friends and family, including his wife, Joanne Woodward, the actor and philanthropist passed away at his farmhouse home near Wesport, Conn., after a long battle with cancer. He was 83.

In a film career that spanned nearly six decades, Newman received seven Oscar nominations before he was finally presented with an Honorary Oscar in 1986 "in recognition of his many and memorable and compelling screen performances and for his personal integrity and dedication to his craft."

But then he pulled out a trump card of his own, winning the best actor Academy Award the following year for "The Color of Money," in which he reprised the role of pool shark Fast Eddie Felsen, the character he first played 25 years earlier in "The Hustler." Hardly slowing down as he aged into an ornery character actor, he went on to earn two more nominations -- for "Nobody's Fool" in 1995 and "Road to Perdition" in 2003.

Yet, at times, he almost seemed embarrassed by his success as an actor, as if play-acting wasn't entirely a manly profession. He is reported to have once said, "To be an actor you have to be a child." And so after starring in 1969's "Winning," he found a new passion in fast cars, which drove him to adopt the life of a professional racer. Because of that interest, director John Lasseter sought him out to provide the voice of Doc Hudson, the town elder in Radiators Springs, in the animated "Cars," Newman's last feature film.

NYFF 08: Top 10 Must-See Films



The New York Film Festival starts today and I've come up with a guide to the fest's potentially best offerings, for your convenience, in order of importance:

1) Voy a Explotar (I'm Gonna Explode)
Dir. Gerardo Naranjo




Gerardo Naranjo proves that Mexican film is here to stay with this movie about a congressman's son who enters his school talent show and attempts to publicly commit suicide. After he bungles his performance he joins the lone audience member who clapped on a journey in a jacked car. This could be 2008's Y Tu Mamá También -- just a little more misanthropic.

2) Hunger
Dir. Steve McQueen




This pic is a must, not because its director's name recalls a certain well-known actor in The Great Escape but because its director is a celebrated fine artist who now has a Camera d'Or to his name, courtesy of Cannes. The film covers prison life and the hunger strike that was a watershed moment in the life of an antihero. Tough but brilliant.

3) Un Cont de Noël (A Christmas Tale)
Dir. Arnaud Despleschin




The casting in this French ensemble comedy seems unbelievable but it's Catherine Deneuve who inspires the most excitement. In this holiday story she plays the mother with a terminal illness, but I doubt this is The Family Stone Redux; It's Catherine Deneuve. Look out also for Quantum of Solace's Mathieu Amalric and the smouldering Mr. Melvil Poupaud.

4) Che
Dir. Steven Soderbergh




Sometimes it seems like Steven is showing off. Che is definitely an epic feat. For one thing, the film is a whopping 268 minutes long -- so long it'll screen at the fest with a half-hour intermission in the middle. We'd tell you to skip it, but it happens to have an award-winning lead performance going for it. Thank heaven for Benicio Del Toro.

5) Entre Les Murs (The Class)
Dir. Laurent Cantet




Sometimes meaning gets lost during the translation of film titles. "Entre les murs" literally means "between the walls" and is the name of Laurent Cantet's contemporary, realistic piece on multi-ethnic youth in Paris, based on a novel by François Bégaudeau. Since race, class and culture undoubtedly play a role in the lives of The Class's kids, maybe the English language title is apt.

If you miss it now, don't worry; the film will be released later this year by Sony Picture Classics.

6) L'Heure d'été (Summer Hours)
Dir. Olivier Assayas




What happens when a key figure in a large family dies and memories begin to fade like the last days of summer? Watch the moving L'Heure d'été to find out. Juliette Binoche, back where she's supposed to be -- i.e. not playing Dane Cook's girlfriend.

7) Tokyo Sonata
Dir. Kiyoshi Kurosawa




The Film Society of Lincoln Center says:

A contemporary fable masterfully pitched between comedy, tragedy and Buñuelian irrationality, Tokyo Sonata is a perfect film for a troubled historical moment.

Anything described as vaguely Buñuelian is worth a look. Plus, you know you love Tokyo.

8) La Mujer Sin Cabeza (The Headless Woman)
Dir. Lucrecia Martel




Described as a "splintered cinematic mosaic," La Mujer sounds like a dizzying head-trip without a head. It all starts when the woman (presumably the headless one) hits something with her car but can't figure out what it was. Only at the movies can you delight in watching somebody's mind unravel.

9) Afterschool
Dir. Antonio Campos




From the Film Society of Lincoln Center:

Independent director Antonio Campos’s hypnotically concentrated first feature is set in the insulated world of a New England prep school. Robert, a withdrawn student who more or less lives on the Internet, unwittingly captures on video the sudden deaths by drug overdose of a pair of popular twin girls.

Campos has a keen eye for prep school life and the emotional fumbling of adolescents, and his formal control is something to behold. He frames the action in impressive wide shots which, coupled with a meticulously ambient soundtrack and the precise disaffection of his teenage cast, establishes a deeply unsettling tone.


10) Gomorra
Dir. Mateo Garonne




This tense Neapolitan mafia flick is based on the best-selling book/exposé Gomorrah, written by Roberto Saviano. Saviano was forced to hide after the book hit shelves, when threats were made against his life. The film is just as buzz-worthy, pulling away the veil on an organization of gangsters whom the New York Times dubbed "savage parasites" who would "rot the nation from within."

Honorable Mentions:

Tulpan -- For the animal birth scene.

The Changeling -- For Angelina Jolie's best impression of Julianne Moore.

Happy-Go-Lucky
-- For taking a risk by being incredibly cheerful on the eve of a recession.

Wendy and Lucy -- For Michelle Williams and Kelly Reichardt.

Waltz With Bashir -- For animation!

The Wrestler -- For being a film by Darren Aronofsky.

The Whitening of TV



Note: The subject in the above photo is not John August, but white people like him, I've heard.

John August blogged an interesting phenomenon occurring with television day players that has the potential to add to the whitening of TV -- at least in the absence of diverse shows like Grey's Anatomy and ... well, that's the best I can do for now. (America's Next Top Model ... ?) August was talking to an anonymous showrunner when the issue came up:

He said his casting people were having a hard time finding actors of a certain age, especially minorities, for episodic parts. These are the “day players” — roles in which an actor might have a scene or two in a given episode, never to return. Shows like Law & Order or C.S.I. require a bunch of these: witnesses, specialists, etc. The nanny who discovers her employer impaled on an icicle — that’s a day player.

Consider the career arc of an actor. In one’s 20s, almost anyone can afford to be an actor, by waiting tables or doing other piecemeal work in order to buy ramen and pay for headshots. At some point in one’s 30s, that lifestyle becomes less possible. Actors get married, have kids, or have other responsibilities that require a more steady paycheck. Which means getting a traditional job. At a certain point, you find many actors have become plumbers or teachers or dog trainers just to keep their kids in school and family in health insurance.

If you look at any one actor getting economically forced out of the craft, oh well. Sad story, but Hollywood’s full of ‘em. But when you apply that loss across a swath of your talent pool, suddenly it’s impossible to find that African man in his 80’s you need for your episode. So you’re stuck rewriting it for a white guy, or a younger guy. The product suffers, and TV gets a little more white and boring.

Emmy Love 2008



I didn't care about the Emmy Awards this year. I had real life to deal with. Plus, I don't have a television anymore so I've missed all kinds of good summer TV and haven't been following my favorites: Mad Men, The Closer, etc.

I have to weigh in though on the results of this year's competition and I'm happy to say that 2008 has left me smiling.

Glenn Close wins for Damages: Have you not seen her in this? This show is like when Law & Order mated with Lost and got implanted with a little Judi Dench from Notes On A Scandal ... uh ... maybe that's too hard to envision. It's just great, okay?

Bryan Cranston
wins for Breaking Bad: Phenomenal dramatic actor. I certainly didn't know he had it in him. Awesome in Malcolm in the Middle and still awesome post Malcolm.

Alec Baldwin wins for 30 Rock: Sometimes serendipitous things happen like you spend most of your career angling towards drama and then you realize that you can make people piss their pants and spit their gum out of their nose at the same time because they're laughing so hard.

Recount wins for best made-for-TV movie: Kevin Spacey is butter in this timely and riveting film. One of the exceedingly few made-for-TV movies produced every year that in fact deserves the cineplex treatment.

Jean Smart wins for Samantha Who?: I'm just glad this show is getting some recognition. It is SATC's younger, hotter, more ironic and whip-smart little sister. She won't start every newspaper article with a question -- despite the question mark.

Dianne Wiest wins for In Treatment: Dianne had me at Edward Scissorhands, but I'm also happy because this is a show about therapy. Yeah ... really.

Mad Men
wins for best drama: Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I was on the bandwagon way before everyone else. In fact, I'm the one driving the bandwagon. (How good is Vincent Kartheiser? I remember when he was a snot-nosed little vampire's son. Now he's a bigot with a heart of gold at Sterling Cooper. They grow up so fast.)

Allyson, Haggis, Ford



Highlanderz skit
, parts 2 and 3 are online at CBS. Check out Bubbles McGee.

I've Gone Pro



I finally registered for the 2 week trial of IMDB Pro. It's taken me a while because I always wanted to wait for "the right time" to exploit the somewhat handy information that the Pro site gives you access to.

Recently I came to the conclusion that there is never really a "right time" for this stuff. To be more accurate -- I'm not going to feel enough like a wheeler and dealer anytime soon to 100 percent warrant being a Pro member. So, why wait? If I wait for my legitimacy to kick in I might be waiting a long time. Meanwhile, I could've been sending a certain director love mail via Endeavor and religiously tracking an actor's StarMeter ranking like it's the price of my Merrill Lynch stock.

That said, StarMeter is about as interesting to me as the latest iPhone app. And I do not have an iPhone.

I'm not a casting director or a producer so I don't care too much about the fact that a dead man is currently #1 on StarMeter. I'm guessing, until the widespread use of CGI actors made to look like deceased stars becomes de rigeur, most producers won't let this scenario affect their casting decisions. R. Pattinson is #2 ... interesting. Kris Stewart is #1 on the female list ...

Twilight
's gonna be a hit then.

The New Villains Are Back



Watching The Hills last season I at times found myself violently and audibly cursing some lady I don't know for having spawned the likes of Spencer Pratt -- the resident baddie opposite Lauren Conrad's steadfast, righteous heroine on the show glamorizing young-money-living in Hollywood.

Meanwhile, on the flip-side, I found myself sneering at Ed Westwick's dickish villain on le Gossip Girl, a show that I've been sure I didn't like. Now that I've caught the series premiere of the sophomoric derivative 90210, I find myself out of love with that show's bubbly sweetheart, instead confronted with a dynamic distaste for its silly-nasty post Regina George blonde who is currently fighting Blair Waldorf for the Top Bitch prize on the CW.

On FX there was Patty Hewes, BBC America currently hosts the evil Season 1 persona of Tony Stonem and of course there's House on House. I hate 'em -- I hate 'em all! Bastards!

Then I realized something: I LOVE to hate 'em. And it's because these characters aren't the bad guys of the past. They're not the 'tie-the-girl-to-the-train-tracks-and-wait' bad guys and, as much as I LOVED Heath's deliciously dark rendition, they're not the mother-loving Joker.

They're Daniel Plainview. They're Miranda Priestly. They're even Les Grossman. New Villains are insidious not overt.

In a post Dr. Horrible or The Dark Knight world, being a villain is beginning to pay off even more than in the past. Chris Nolan, after ending Knight with the sobering (and yet noble in its martyristic resonance!) notion of Batman becoming a villain in the eyes of Gotham, ended up reaping massive dividends because he took a hero, turned him into a version of the New Villain and pitted him against an upgraded Old Super Villain with a surgically enhanced smile.

And now the New Villains are back in full force. Though they've been around for a while, they've not been given our full appreciation. The past couple of years and the upcoming ones might end up changing that. I'm about to break down for you the four ways to spot a New Villain, which demonstrate why they are so great. So thank them for ramping up the dramatic tension next time you see them on the small or silver screen.

And pray that we get newer New Villains to replace the Pratts.

1) New Villains aren't out exclusively to ruin your day, they're just looking out for number one and if you happen to get in the way, they're not gonna stop for you.


2) New Villains hurt too; whereas villains of the past only seemed to struggle when locked in a fight with the arch-nemeses heroes, New Villains can often be found alone, pondering their purpose, locked in a fight with their own sense of worth.


3) Some New Villains don't even know that they're villains ... they're almost lovable that way. (Almost.)

4) New Villains have great hair. (No, for real! They almost always do.)

Allyson Flexing On Craig




This is a shameless plug. My friend Allyson just got that dope AFTRA card (Egh ... unions!) after falling into an 8-part gig playing ghetto-fab Bubbles, a member of a Scottish hip-hop group that Craig Ferguson's 'cousin' is also in. Craig Ferguson of the Late Late Show, y'all.

Bubbles is the one who will totally f*** you up.

Check the embed ... YO! THAT'S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE! (I'm pointing and screaming right now.)


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