I just finished watching the new Where The Truth Lies Trailer (Quicktime/boobies) and I officially have to disagree with Spike Lee's recent claim that there's no originality left in Hollywood. Personally, I can't recall a movie in recent history in which a dysfunctional Martin And Lewis-type duo (Colin Firth and Kevin Bacon) share their women (Rachel Blanchard and Alison Lohman), their murders, (possibly) and a dash of man love for good measure.
If this movie were directed by say, Zalman King, I'd have no interest in the flick whatsoever outside of morbid curiosity if I happened to come across it on Cinemax at 3:45 a.m. But this puppy is directed by Atom Egoyan, who is pretty much the master these days of...umm..."untraditional" relationships and death, so I'll be all over this flick. Except of course, that it's rated NC-17 since the prudish MPAA is not such a big fan of Darcy/Cher-lite sandwiches with an extra order of Bacon. And since I live in the sticks, that means I'll be able to Netflick it sometime in the middle of 2006. Boy, if I were king, the first thing I'd do is get rid of the stigma that comes with NC-17 art flicks. And then I'd have Edward Burns held at Guantanamo eternally to spare the world the agony of any more of his films.
It's good to be the king.
Drew originally posted this babble at Drew's Blog-O-Rama, where he can be usually be found kvetching about movies and pop culture. He's also spent almost ten years (!) providing free movie and television scripts online at Drew's Script-O-Rama. Because really, what the world was lacking was another whiny bastard who fancies himself a witster, and how could society truly function without free access to scripts like Analyze That and Biker Mice From Mars?