There there was and never will be another one like you.
With Anne Thompson
Here's just a snippet.
"AT: You were cheerful because you knew they liked your movie, the press actually applauded.
"LVT: No, I didn’t know that. OK, that’s good. No, I just felt relaxed, then I have this stupid unprofessional thing that I need to entertain a little.
"AT: We actually expect you to, it’s a tradition.
"LVT: This is the last one of these I’ll do at Cannes. Because I get carried away. Then I say that I found out I was not a Jew but a Nazi, which meant I was on the other side of the fence. It was not nice to say, especially to the Germans. That’s ridiculous and stupid. It was kind of the Danish way of being idiotic. And I regret that. I don’t think I was really anti-Semitic, because that would be extremely stupid. All my four children have Jewish names, I take it very seriously."
See it if you can!
I thought about Brad Pitt, fathers, mothers, dinosaurs and a bewildered Sean Penn as I flew over Los Angeles, envious of those sitting in the Arclight experiencing the master for themselves.
I'm not going to read these reviews mind you, but if you are so inclined, or if you're one of the lucky ones who viewed it last night, check out MetaCritic.
Good interview ...
According to Zach Galifianakis
From Huffington Post via Coming Soon:
"'You might think about how 'Oh my word!' is such an old lady thing that people say. Alan doesn't curse. I don't like cursing in movies,' he said. 'I feel like cursing has become the new hackiness. You try to find substitutions for cursing. Anyone can say 'Oh, f--k,' but 'Oh my word!' is something that you would only hear your great aunt say. For Alan to say it, who only hangs out with adults because he lives in his parents' house and doesn't have any friends, it's kind of a -- not that it's that thought out -- something that is just what he knows.'"
Before you see the white horse?
In spite of what most conservative critics think of Woody Allen, it sounds like "Midnight in Paris" is the place to be when judgment day arrives.
Owen Wilson is a comforting presence in these dark days.
Check out Firth and Diaz in the caper remake
Since Joel and Ethan Coen scripted this remake, I'm actually eagerly anticipating the movie.
The picture is being directing by Michael Hoffman, taken from the 1966 caper starring the much loved Michael Caine and Shirley MacLaine.
Do you think Firth and Diaz can fill such big shoes? We shall see.
Not ugly enough for Oscar
In an especially right-on list, the Onion AV Club looks at some unsuccessful attempts of gorgeous actors trying to de-glam themselves for those coveted "real people" movie roles.
From Michelle Pfeiffer's waitress in "Frankie and Johnny" (originally played on stage by Kathy Bates), to Jared Leto's weight gain in "Chapter 27," the list is a good one.
Here's their latest, top offender -- Natalie Portman in "Hesher":
"Movie stars often have a terrible handicap: They’re too beautiful. While it might make sense for Natalie Portman to play a stripper or a queen, it can be difficult to buy her as an average person. And it’s downright impossible to buy her as a sad sack in mom jeans and giant old-Jewish-man glasses whose greatest ambition in life is to finally work 20 hours a week at a small-town grocery store instead of the 15 she’s currently working. Yet the dour independent drama 'Hesher' has the chutzpah to try to pass Portman off as one of the suffering, homely masses. The de-glamorization process here is spiritual as well as physical. It’s not enough for Portman to look undesirable; she also has to carry an aura of sour, small-time sadness. When Hesher has Portman wonder aloud if she’s simply not attractive enough to score more hours at the grocery store, it practically dares the audience not to scoff in disbelief."