With summer movie season fast approaching, things are about to get exciting, expensive, and perhaps even a little nauseating — 2016’s trend of sequels left me no longer able look at a colon (:) without throwing up a little inside. Nevertheless, there are plenty of fascinating predictions to be made, none of which will happen here, because these are the Alternative Summer Movie Season Predictions… (more…)
Wandering the streets of Hollywood, I get to meet some interesting characters from the industry who are totally 100% real… ahem… Well, today was a special treat as I got to catch up with acclaimed movie poster designer Biglington Phillips (or Big Phil for short). He shared with me a few tricks of the trade, as well as some advice for any aspiring movie poster designers out there. (more…)
You might recognise Jess and Tucker as the main characters’ best friends in every romantic comedy ever made. Whether diverging from the main story to follow Tucker’s quest to ‘get some’, or watching Jess’ one scene at the end of Act 2 where she tells the female lead to “get drunk and forget about him”— they are mainstays of the genre.
I recently had the opportunity to interview Jess and Tucker at the annual genre archetypes convention (other characters present included a mean girlfriend, a quirky boss, and Jennifer Aniston): (more…)
It’s hard to argue that Finding Dory isn’t the highlight of the summer movie season so far. It seems to cover all bases for all audiences, and by working around its predecessor Finding Nemo as well as adding to Dory’s character, it feels necessary — which is not often the case for sequels.
However, while the film may add some lovable new characters (as well as the tricky to love Hank the Octopus), there is a distinct lack of a certain someone…
The movies manufacture ideals for romance, high school parties, and surviving zombie apocalypses that seemingly cannot be obtained in real life. It’s easy to be brought down by this fact but it doesn’t have to be this way — as a person who lives in a semi-fantasy world, I have constructed a list of tricks you can pull to make your life a little more like the silver screen.
If Elijah Wood hits any wrong notes on his piano then John Cusack will shoot him in the face.
This film exists.
Oh, and it’s written by Damien Chazelle (the man behind Whiplash, one of 2014’s most successful flicks).
This movie should be the only movie anyone ever talks about. It is sacred based on its premise alone. But beyond the premise, I found it to be a good watch, therefore am surprised its fallen under the radar even after the success of Whiplash.
Uh oh, Suicide Squad is apparently not very good according to the all knowing Rotten Tomatoes percentage rating. A lot of people are deciding to give it a miss but I thought ‘meh, sounds alright, I’ll check it out’.
It was after this thought crossed my mind that I got the call. It was the Emperor of DC Comics. I didn’t know whether to ask him how he got my number or why DC Comics needs an Emperor.
I asked him to wait on hold while I finished my breakfast.
There was a cloud of anticipation hovering over my abysmally poorly attended press conference. Various theories about my short disappearance (that I bribed low-level journalists to spread) suggested that I had died and resurrected in the spirit of Easter. After the story hit the morning papers (I glued a photocopy to the front of every newspaper on every newsstand in the city), the previously empty press room became filled with protestors, shouting down the sacrilegious allegations with good reason (I even held up a little protest sign of my own). But in spite of the commotion, my publicity stunt had succeeded. I had an audience.
Cool, calm, and collected; I brought silence to the room (by finding a new ringtone with my phone at full volume), and gave the real reason for my absence.
I had been in Movie Prison.
With various statements, questions and grievances I wished to get across to Hollywood, I decided to write them an open letter. Time passed without any response until my mail-person rudely informed me that open letters still need to be sealed if you wish for them to arrive in one piece (you can read more about this incident in my angrily written open letter to the Post Office).
Eventually, my letter did arrive in Tinseltown and they promptly issued me with a transatlantic restraining order.
Here it is: