The Weinstein Company has released a new theatrical poster for Wes Craven's "Scream 4" starring Neve Campbell, David Arquette, Courteney Cox, Emma Roberts, Hayden Panettiere, Rory Culkin, and Anthony Anderson Have a look at the poster below and let us know what you think.Thanks to 'David David' for the heads up.Ten years have passed, and Sidney Prescott, who has put herself back together thanks in part to her writing, is visited by the Ghostface Killer."Scream 4" is set to hit theaters on April 15, 2011. Source: Yahoo! Movies...
- 1/31/2011
- LRMonline.com
Edinburgh International Film Festival
EDINBURGH — The bodies keep piling up and so do the laughs in Irish director Ian Fitzgibbon’s clever and very funny black farce “A Film With Me In It.” With an attitude towards sudden death as droll as in the best Ealing Studios comedies, the film lampoons the fevered imagination of screenwriters in its tale of two would-be filmmakers who must deal with one calamity after another in the confines of a basement apartment.
Featuring standout comic performances by Mark Doherty, who wrote the script, and Dylan Moran, the picture’s bracingly dark sense of humor and adherence to its own perverse logic will please audiences that enjoyed such comedies as “Withnail and I” and “A Fish Called Wanda.”
Doherty plays Mark, a sad-sack actor whose chance of landing even the bit part of “Onlooker” in his latest audition is remote. Moran is his best friend Pierce, a wastrel who spends his time at the pub and his money on the horses as he dreams up hackneyed screenplays.
Mark lives with his quadriplegic brother David David O’Doherty), pretty girlfriend Sally (Amy Huberman) and her indolent pet dog Jersey. Their place is filled with broken things such as window sashes and lighting fixtures that landlord Jack (Kevin Allen) refuses to fix until the rent is paid.
Sally storms out after discovering that Mark hasn’t paid the rent in three months. He senses things may get worse when a shelving unit collapses and kills her dog. Then when a heavy chandelier crashes down from the ceiling with even more unpleasant results, he’s sure of it.
Doherty’s script is sly and increasingly hilarious as nitwits Mark and Pierce deal with an escalating number of dead people and conspire to dream up madly unreasonable explanations they think might sound plausible to the police.
Moran gets the slightly fractured speech borne of an alcohol soaked brain exactly right while Doherty captures Marks bewilderment perfectly. Director Fitzgibbon hits all the right notes with comic finesse as the film heads towards its pleasingly delirious conclusion.
Production: Parallel Films in association with the Irish Film Board. Cast: Dylan Moran, Mark Doherty, Amy Huberman, Aisling O’Sullivan, Kevin Allen, David O’Doherty. Director: Ian Fitzgibbon. Screenwriter: Mark Doherty. Producers: Alan Moloney, Susan Mullen. Executive Producer: Mary Callery. Director of Photography: Seamus Deasy. Production Designer: Eleanor Wood. Music: Denis Woods. Costume Designer: Maeve Paterson. Editor: Tony Cranstoun. Sales Agent: Cinetic Media. No MPAA rating, 88 minutes.
EDINBURGH — The bodies keep piling up and so do the laughs in Irish director Ian Fitzgibbon’s clever and very funny black farce “A Film With Me In It.” With an attitude towards sudden death as droll as in the best Ealing Studios comedies, the film lampoons the fevered imagination of screenwriters in its tale of two would-be filmmakers who must deal with one calamity after another in the confines of a basement apartment.
Featuring standout comic performances by Mark Doherty, who wrote the script, and Dylan Moran, the picture’s bracingly dark sense of humor and adherence to its own perverse logic will please audiences that enjoyed such comedies as “Withnail and I” and “A Fish Called Wanda.”
Doherty plays Mark, a sad-sack actor whose chance of landing even the bit part of “Onlooker” in his latest audition is remote. Moran is his best friend Pierce, a wastrel who spends his time at the pub and his money on the horses as he dreams up hackneyed screenplays.
Mark lives with his quadriplegic brother David David O’Doherty), pretty girlfriend Sally (Amy Huberman) and her indolent pet dog Jersey. Their place is filled with broken things such as window sashes and lighting fixtures that landlord Jack (Kevin Allen) refuses to fix until the rent is paid.
Sally storms out after discovering that Mark hasn’t paid the rent in three months. He senses things may get worse when a shelving unit collapses and kills her dog. Then when a heavy chandelier crashes down from the ceiling with even more unpleasant results, he’s sure of it.
Doherty’s script is sly and increasingly hilarious as nitwits Mark and Pierce deal with an escalating number of dead people and conspire to dream up madly unreasonable explanations they think might sound plausible to the police.
Moran gets the slightly fractured speech borne of an alcohol soaked brain exactly right while Doherty captures Marks bewilderment perfectly. Director Fitzgibbon hits all the right notes with comic finesse as the film heads towards its pleasingly delirious conclusion.
Production: Parallel Films in association with the Irish Film Board. Cast: Dylan Moran, Mark Doherty, Amy Huberman, Aisling O’Sullivan, Kevin Allen, David O’Doherty. Director: Ian Fitzgibbon. Screenwriter: Mark Doherty. Producers: Alan Moloney, Susan Mullen. Executive Producer: Mary Callery. Director of Photography: Seamus Deasy. Production Designer: Eleanor Wood. Music: Denis Woods. Costume Designer: Maeve Paterson. Editor: Tony Cranstoun. Sales Agent: Cinetic Media. No MPAA rating, 88 minutes.
- 6/26/2008
- The Hollywood Reporter - Movie News
The log line here could be "The Big Chill" with songs, though this is misleading in two respects. "Sing Now or Forever Hold Your Peace" lacks any of the socio-economic or political concerns of "The Big Chill". Indeed its shallowness is reflected in one character's abiding concern with his receding hairline. And there actually is more music in Lawrence Kasdan's 1983 ensemble comedy-drama as its soundtrack is gloriously rife with 1960s rock and soul standards.
The gimmick in "Sing" is that the reunited buddies all sang a cappella together in college, which leads to several musical segments. In any event, the issues here are light and trite, the humor strained and resolutions as pat as a TV sitcom. Consequently, the film's attraction to the over-30 crowd is limited.
Another major difference is that writer-director-producer Bruce Leddy's concentration is entirely on his male characters. Women figure only in their relationships to men. The seven singing buddies who reunite in Long Island 15 years after their last concert do so to sing at the wedding of fellow singer Greg (Mark Feuerstein). Which necessitates twisting the arm of Hollywood player Steven David Alan Basche), who holds an idiotic grudge against the bridegroom over a stolen girlfriend ages ago.
The movie sets up routine, if not mundane, personal dilemmas among the group: David David Harbour) -- he of the receding hairline -- stresses over his wife Dana's (Rosemarie DeWitt) desire to have children; Ted (Alexander Chaplin) keeps secret his recent firing from his nagging, foul-mouthed wife Trish (Molly Shannon); and Richard (Reg Rogers), fresh off a divorce, has hit the 500-day mark without sex.
Will (Samrat Chakrabarti), whom everyone assumes to be gay, defies expectations by showing up with a sharp-witted beauty with the arresting name of Julep (Elizabeth Reaser). To jump-start all the male libidos, Steven and his overly proper wife Michelle (Liz Stauber) arrive with their baby's young Swedish nanny (Camilla Thorsson), which triggers all those Swedish jokes that left the lexicon of stand-up comics years ago.
Spooner (Chris Bowers) is cheerfully single as his wealth, Zen-like nature and large sex organ assures him a steady supply of females. His family's beach house lodges the group, and his member is the source of much of Trish's commentary.
Too bad these guys weren't in a rock group, though. Their barbershop-quartet songs are pretty old and corny, as are the movie's jokes. At times the jokes feel like a middle-age guy's idea of adolescent humor -- gags that cause you to wince rather than laugh.
Leddy overplays his hand with virtually every character. Trish's foul mouth, Richard's sad-sack routine and the men drooling over the Swedish babe become tiresome very quickly. And the incidents Leddy dreams up to occupy his characters are mostly dull.
The film unfolds in a succession of master shots, one-shots and two-shots with no visual flow and the camera almost always too close to actors. The only striking visual moments come in wide-angle exteriors of the Long Island house. It sure is a beaut.
SING NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE
Strand Releasing
Blip Inc.
Credits:
Screenwriter-director-producer: Bruce Leddy
Executive producers: Lisa Marco Messing, Elliott Messing, Erlend Olson, Rick Carlson
Director of photography: Clyde Smith
Production designer: Timothy Whidbee
Music: Jeff Cardoni
Co-producer: Eliza Steel
Costume designer: Erika Munro
Editor: Bill Deronde
Cast:
Steven: David Alan Basche
Spooner: Chris Bowers
Will: Samrat Chakrabarti
Ted: Alexander Chaplin
Dana: Rosemarie DeWitt
Greg: Mark Feuerstein
David: David Harbour
Julep: Elizabeth Reaser
Richard: Reg Rogers
Trish: Molly Shannon
Michelle: Liz Stauber
Elsa: Camilla Thorsson
Running time -- 96 minutes
No MPAA rating...
The gimmick in "Sing" is that the reunited buddies all sang a cappella together in college, which leads to several musical segments. In any event, the issues here are light and trite, the humor strained and resolutions as pat as a TV sitcom. Consequently, the film's attraction to the over-30 crowd is limited.
Another major difference is that writer-director-producer Bruce Leddy's concentration is entirely on his male characters. Women figure only in their relationships to men. The seven singing buddies who reunite in Long Island 15 years after their last concert do so to sing at the wedding of fellow singer Greg (Mark Feuerstein). Which necessitates twisting the arm of Hollywood player Steven David Alan Basche), who holds an idiotic grudge against the bridegroom over a stolen girlfriend ages ago.
The movie sets up routine, if not mundane, personal dilemmas among the group: David David Harbour) -- he of the receding hairline -- stresses over his wife Dana's (Rosemarie DeWitt) desire to have children; Ted (Alexander Chaplin) keeps secret his recent firing from his nagging, foul-mouthed wife Trish (Molly Shannon); and Richard (Reg Rogers), fresh off a divorce, has hit the 500-day mark without sex.
Will (Samrat Chakrabarti), whom everyone assumes to be gay, defies expectations by showing up with a sharp-witted beauty with the arresting name of Julep (Elizabeth Reaser). To jump-start all the male libidos, Steven and his overly proper wife Michelle (Liz Stauber) arrive with their baby's young Swedish nanny (Camilla Thorsson), which triggers all those Swedish jokes that left the lexicon of stand-up comics years ago.
Spooner (Chris Bowers) is cheerfully single as his wealth, Zen-like nature and large sex organ assures him a steady supply of females. His family's beach house lodges the group, and his member is the source of much of Trish's commentary.
Too bad these guys weren't in a rock group, though. Their barbershop-quartet songs are pretty old and corny, as are the movie's jokes. At times the jokes feel like a middle-age guy's idea of adolescent humor -- gags that cause you to wince rather than laugh.
Leddy overplays his hand with virtually every character. Trish's foul mouth, Richard's sad-sack routine and the men drooling over the Swedish babe become tiresome very quickly. And the incidents Leddy dreams up to occupy his characters are mostly dull.
The film unfolds in a succession of master shots, one-shots and two-shots with no visual flow and the camera almost always too close to actors. The only striking visual moments come in wide-angle exteriors of the Long Island house. It sure is a beaut.
SING NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE
Strand Releasing
Blip Inc.
Credits:
Screenwriter-director-producer: Bruce Leddy
Executive producers: Lisa Marco Messing, Elliott Messing, Erlend Olson, Rick Carlson
Director of photography: Clyde Smith
Production designer: Timothy Whidbee
Music: Jeff Cardoni
Co-producer: Eliza Steel
Costume designer: Erika Munro
Editor: Bill Deronde
Cast:
Steven: David Alan Basche
Spooner: Chris Bowers
Will: Samrat Chakrabarti
Ted: Alexander Chaplin
Dana: Rosemarie DeWitt
Greg: Mark Feuerstein
David: David Harbour
Julep: Elizabeth Reaser
Richard: Reg Rogers
Trish: Molly Shannon
Michelle: Liz Stauber
Elsa: Camilla Thorsson
Running time -- 96 minutes
No MPAA rating...
- 4/27/2007
- The Hollywood Reporter - Movie News
NEW YORK -- By only his third feature, the misanthropy of director Bruno Dumont is already beginning to get wearisome. This latest effort, a tedious road movie in which a young couple drive around the desert, stopping occasionally to have animalistic sex, is presumably intended to be significant because of its shocker of an ending. That would be all well and good if the filmmaker has something significant to say, but "Twentynine Palms" is ultimately a hollow and pointless exercise. Currently being showcased at the Rendez-Vous With French Cinema 2004 series at New York's Walter Reade Theatre, the film opens commercially later in the spring.
Filmed in California's Joshua Tree Desert -- the widescreen compositions of Georges Lechaptois are quite beautiful -- the film chronicles the seemingly interminable road trip undertaken by David David Wissak), an American, and his Eastern European, French-speaking girlfriend, Katia (Katia Golubeva). Proving the adage about being wary of movies in which the characters' names are the same as the actors, David and Katia are virtual ciphers
indeed, they barely communicate even with each other as neither speaks the other's language.
But they do have sex, and quite a lot of it, rendered in highly graphic but ultimately laughable scenes because the onscreen orgasms are so violent and torrential in nature that one fears for the performers' safety. Needless to say, this aspect of the film, with the couplings often taking place outdoors in quite scenic locations, will no doubt figure prominently in the international marketing campaign.
The film's climax, a particularly brutal episode, won't be revealed here, but suffice it to say that memories of "Deliverance" are likely to be stirred. The director has said that he intended "Twentynine Palms" to be a horror film, but the label ill matches the sleep-inducing proceedings on display.
Twentynine Palms
Wellspring
Credits:
Director-screenwriter: Bruno Dumont
Producers: Jean Brehat, Rachid Bouchareb
Executive producers: Muriel Merlin in association with the 7th Floor, Allen Bain, Jesse Scolaro, Darren Goldberg
Director of photography: Georges Lechaptois
Editor: Dominique Petrot
Cast:
Katia: Katia Golubeva
David: David Wissak
No MPAA rating
Running time -- 130 minutes...
Filmed in California's Joshua Tree Desert -- the widescreen compositions of Georges Lechaptois are quite beautiful -- the film chronicles the seemingly interminable road trip undertaken by David David Wissak), an American, and his Eastern European, French-speaking girlfriend, Katia (Katia Golubeva). Proving the adage about being wary of movies in which the characters' names are the same as the actors, David and Katia are virtual ciphers
indeed, they barely communicate even with each other as neither speaks the other's language.
But they do have sex, and quite a lot of it, rendered in highly graphic but ultimately laughable scenes because the onscreen orgasms are so violent and torrential in nature that one fears for the performers' safety. Needless to say, this aspect of the film, with the couplings often taking place outdoors in quite scenic locations, will no doubt figure prominently in the international marketing campaign.
The film's climax, a particularly brutal episode, won't be revealed here, but suffice it to say that memories of "Deliverance" are likely to be stirred. The director has said that he intended "Twentynine Palms" to be a horror film, but the label ill matches the sleep-inducing proceedings on display.
Twentynine Palms
Wellspring
Credits:
Director-screenwriter: Bruno Dumont
Producers: Jean Brehat, Rachid Bouchareb
Executive producers: Muriel Merlin in association with the 7th Floor, Allen Bain, Jesse Scolaro, Darren Goldberg
Director of photography: Georges Lechaptois
Editor: Dominique Petrot
Cast:
Katia: Katia Golubeva
David: David Wissak
No MPAA rating
Running time -- 130 minutes...
NEW YORK -- By only his third feature, the misanthropy of director Bruno Dumont is already beginning to get wearisome. This latest effort, a tedious road movie in which a young couple drive around the desert, stopping occasionally to have animalistic sex, is presumably intended to be significant because of its shocker of an ending. That would be all well and good if the filmmaker has something significant to say, but "Twentynine Palms" is ultimately a hollow and pointless exercise. Currently being showcased at the Rendez-Vous With French Cinema 2004 series at New York's Walter Reade Theatre, the film opens commercially later in the spring.
Filmed in California's Joshua Tree Desert -- the widescreen compositions of Georges Lechaptois are quite beautiful -- the film chronicles the seemingly interminable road trip undertaken by David David Wissak), an American, and his Eastern European, French-speaking girlfriend, Katia (Katia Golubeva). Proving the adage about being wary of movies in which the characters' names are the same as the actors, David and Katia are virtual ciphers
indeed, they barely communicate even with each other as neither speaks the other's language.
But they do have sex, and quite a lot of it, rendered in highly graphic but ultimately laughable scenes because the onscreen orgasms are so violent and torrential in nature that one fears for the performers' safety. Needless to say, this aspect of the film, with the couplings often taking place outdoors in quite scenic locations, will no doubt figure prominently in the international marketing campaign.
The film's climax, a particularly brutal episode, won't be revealed here, but suffice it to say that memories of "Deliverance" are likely to be stirred. The director has said that he intended "Twentynine Palms" to be a horror film, but the label ill matches the sleep-inducing proceedings on display.
Twentynine Palms
Wellspring
Credits:
Director-screenwriter: Bruno Dumont
Producers: Jean Brehat, Rachid Bouchareb
Executive producers: Muriel Merlin in association with the 7th Floor, Allen Bain, Jesse Scolaro, Darren Goldberg
Director of photography: Georges Lechaptois
Editor: Dominique Petrot
Cast:
Katia: Katia Golubeva
David: David Wissak
No MPAA rating
Running time -- 130 minutes...
Filmed in California's Joshua Tree Desert -- the widescreen compositions of Georges Lechaptois are quite beautiful -- the film chronicles the seemingly interminable road trip undertaken by David David Wissak), an American, and his Eastern European, French-speaking girlfriend, Katia (Katia Golubeva). Proving the adage about being wary of movies in which the characters' names are the same as the actors, David and Katia are virtual ciphers
indeed, they barely communicate even with each other as neither speaks the other's language.
But they do have sex, and quite a lot of it, rendered in highly graphic but ultimately laughable scenes because the onscreen orgasms are so violent and torrential in nature that one fears for the performers' safety. Needless to say, this aspect of the film, with the couplings often taking place outdoors in quite scenic locations, will no doubt figure prominently in the international marketing campaign.
The film's climax, a particularly brutal episode, won't be revealed here, but suffice it to say that memories of "Deliverance" are likely to be stirred. The director has said that he intended "Twentynine Palms" to be a horror film, but the label ill matches the sleep-inducing proceedings on display.
Twentynine Palms
Wellspring
Credits:
Director-screenwriter: Bruno Dumont
Producers: Jean Brehat, Rachid Bouchareb
Executive producers: Muriel Merlin in association with the 7th Floor, Allen Bain, Jesse Scolaro, Darren Goldberg
Director of photography: Georges Lechaptois
Editor: Dominique Petrot
Cast:
Katia: Katia Golubeva
David: David Wissak
No MPAA rating
Running time -- 130 minutes...
- 3/22/2004
- The Hollywood Reporter - Movie News
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