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You’ve heard of crimes of passion. The Tourist is the opposite. It’s a film so deprived of spirit or spontaneity that it seems to vanish from existence the moment its credits roll — or at least it would were it not for the spectacularly inane surprise ending, carelessly followed by a wholly inappropriate song selection (by the nonetheless great MUSE, who were also weirdly featured in the film’s trailer). Both inclusions close an already inert romance caper on a final, “Fuck you, we really don’t care.” Which is fine, because I didn’t either. How could anyone? The movie devotes all of ten minutes to Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie engaging on any level that could be deemed romantic, and even then they share zero romantic chemistry. It didn’t bother me at first, because I was operating under the assumption that their relationship had yet to be developed. Little did I know that only moments later would Depp be declaring his resounding devotion to Jolie, indicating that perhaps I had missed a scene where the actors conveyed even the slightest hint of genuine affection for one another. I hadn’t.
Available on Blu-ray? Yes.
Notable Extras: DVD – A director commentary, 2 featurettes (“A Gala Affair”, “Bringing Glamour Back”), and an outtake reel. Blu-ray – Includes everything on the DVD, as well as 3 additional featurettes (“Canal Chats”, “Action in Venice”, “Tourist Destination – Travel the Canals of Venice”).
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In the midst of the holiday season, when big blockbusters abound, audiences expect to hear that effect driven films TRON: Legacy, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows or The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader have huge budgets in the hundreds of millions of dollars. We see that money on the screen. It’s easy to forget that, while effects can be expensive, movie stars are sometimes even more expensive.
Take a film like James L. Brooks’ How Do You Know for example. Seems like the typical highly polished Hollywood romantic comedy. It has the Oscar winning filmmaker, the big name cast, the love driven plot and little to no special effects to speak of. How much does the average audience member think How Do You Know cost? $40 million? $60 million? How about $120 million? How do we know, exactly? That’s what The Hollywood Reporter is reporting. Read how and why after the jump. Read More »
As I’m sure many readers here will agree, romantic comedies are generally responsible for a lot of the worst films that Hollywood has to offer. Reason being, they rarely do little more than parade about a bunch of shallow pretty people leading too-perfect lives while amusingly simplistic conflicts repeatedly tear them apart and bring them back together. The trailer for James L. Brooks‘ follow-up to Spanglish and As Good as It Gets, How Do You Know, seems to follow this formula pretty closely, and yet the trailer offers just enough to indicate it may actually be worth watching. Could this be the romantic comedy to prove that the throwaway fluff entries in the genre don’t have to be torturous?
The plot centers around “the love triangle between professional softball player Lisa Jorgenson, a corporate executive, and a major-league pitcher,” and stars Reese Witherspoon, Paul Rudd, Owen Wilson, and Jack Nicholson.
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When James L. Brooks‘ How Do You Know? first started clocking up column inches in the trades, we knew almost nothing about it. Reese Witherspoon was attached to star and there was the title, which could prove to be temporary, anyway and… then a few tumbleweeds chased a red balloon out of town and the radios went dead.
Now we know a little bit more, including the identity of the two young, male movie stars in talks to join up as love interests for Ms. Witherspoon’s character. Variety tell us that Paul Rudd and Owen Wilson – by my reckoning, two of the four great American male comedy stars of the last ten years, four chaps that I feel I can count on to entertain and amuse me – are each hovering, pen in hand, waiting to see if their diaries can permit this excursion.
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