- Saddest. Robot. Ever. (Photo: Associated Press)
Last night, at an advance screening for Gorge, Kneel, Screw — or something like that — I was treated to a trailer for the James L. Brooks gabfest that was partially shot in D.C., and which really ought to have a question at the end of its title. It's not online, so I can't take the lazy route and simply embed it here. Unfortunately, I remember very little about it except Reese Witherspoon's teeth, Owen Wilson's nose, and Paul Rudd's ... well, presence. Oh, and when Wilson appeared in the Washington National's dugout, apparently in the unbelievable role of a professional ballplayer, most everyone in the theater clapped. When the trailer ended, my coworker, Ms. Listicle, whispered, "It almost looked like a parody of a romantic comedy" — a statement so true, it made me fear for my job.
As for the feature film, suffice to say it didn't leave me as "fulfilled" as it left Julia Roberts, and I would much rather have seen Jim Norton's version. I'll have more to say on Friday. There's more about yesterday after the jump, including the unfunny statistics at the end of The Other Guys and a trailer that makes you high.
Out in the great beyond, the soundtrack to I'm Here, Spike Jonze's wonderful short film about robot love, is coming out in October, but the material from the bands you would care about (Animal Collective, Sleigh Bells, Girls, Gui Boratto) has already been released elsewhere. The Scott Pilgrim vs. the World soundtrack I mentioned yesterday is now available for free streaming, as well as the score; also, the movie is desperate to prove how faithful it is to its comic-book roots; also, is movie publicity capable of jumping the shark, too?
Quickly! People always complain about the paucity of streaming films on Netflix. That will change. Jason Bateman doesn't want his name associated with pornography, but apparently doesn't mind when it's associated with this butchering of a Jeffrey Eugenides story. Buying tickets to films isn't enough, apparently; now you have to pledge to buy a ticket. Courtney Love says her daughter turned down starring roles in Twilight and Alice in Wonderland, but we all know she's notoriously unreliable. M. Night Shyamalan won't shut up. Buddy cop comedy The Other Guys gets all Harper's in its end credits. You can bet on anything in this world. "Big in China" is to movies what "big in Japan" is to music. Andrew Dominik (Chopper, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford) joins the list of reputable directors remaking French films. Machete, the greatest unreleased film, ever, of the past month, is ready; it can't possibly live up to my own hype. And Kubrick had a Holocaust film?
On the TV front, Paste has a so-so list of the best TV series of the past decade. Breaking Bad gets its due, but then again, it's behind Weeds, and putting Lost at #7 smacks of denial; we all wish we hadn't committed some 120 hours of our lives to it, but being hoodwinked is no excuse for pretending it was any good after the first season. Speaking of Lost, Click Track has a spot-on riff that, in light of Hurley appearing on the next Weezer album cover, proposes other such pairings. (On Kate for Katy Perry: "Good girl gone bad or bad girl gone good? Who cares — she's boring.") The rumors about who will replace Michael Scott on The Office are flying. And that JetBlue flight attendant who's being called a hero, but really is just unemployed, inspired this list of TV's best "I quit" moments.
Yesterday, I linked to the trailer for Gaspar Noé's Enter the Void, but didn't actually have the time to watch it (or, apparently, to figure out how to create an accent symbol on a PC). Now I've watched it, and I've been grinding my teeth and chewing my lips ever since. Water, stat!