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What is Page 2? Page 2 is a compilation of stories and news tidbits, which for whatever reason, didn’t make the front page of /Film. After the jump we’ve included 40 different items, fun images, videos, casting tidbits, articles of interest and more. It’s like a mystery grab bag of movie web related goodness. If you have any interesting items that we might’ve missed that you think should go in /Film’s Page 2 – email us!
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When discussing the merits, or demerits, of the The Room, only one name comes to mind: Tommy Wiseau. The mysterious mad man is credited with starring, writing, producing and directing the 2003 film that’s so bad it’s become a midnight pop culture phenomenon. However, in the February 18 issue of Entertainment Weekly, some new facts have come to light that question if Wiseau actually directed his movie.
Veteran filmmaker Sandy Schklair was hired as a script supervisor and, according to him, he was also asked by Wiseau to more or less direct the movie. Schklair and one of the actors have come out and said Wiseau was too busy acting to actually do his directorial duties such as talk to the actors or make sense of the script. And now – as crazy as it might sound – Schklair wants a directing credit on the film. Read more about this controversy after the jump. Read More »
Tommy Wiseau is really planning to give something back to his audience. His film The Room is (in)famous among fans for being, among many other things, the screening where you can throw a rain of plastic spoons at the screen. Now, if Wiseau has his way, the film will be able to throw something back, as he’s planning a 3D remaster for late 2011 or early 2012. Read More »
If you frequent /Film regularly, you’ve probably already been exposed to the brilliance/insanity/grammatical terror of The Room, Tommy Wiseau‘s failed attempt at a provocative, seductive drama-thriller. The film, which is as hilarious as it is downright baffling, has been declared by many to be the worst film ever made, and has gone on to receive a massive cult following.
One would assume that writer/director/star Tommy Wiseau would be less than thrilled to be the butt of the colossal joke that is his $7 million production, but since its release, he’s asserted that the comedic value of the film was wholly intentional—a claim that’s easily disputed by watching the first 30 seconds of any interview with him.
He tries to maintain the illusion anyway though, and his latest attempt at doing so is through a horror parody short film called The House That Drips Blood On Alex. Watch the teaser trailer after the break. Read More »
Trailers are an under-appreciated art form insofar that many times they’re seen as vehicles for showing footage, explaining films away, or showing their hand about what moviegoers can expect. Foreign, domestic, independent, big budget: I celebrate all levels of trailers and hopefully this column will satisfactorily give you a baseline of what beta wave I’m operating on, because what better way to hone your skills as a thoughtful moviegoer than by deconstructing these little pieces of advertising? Some of the best authors will tell you that writing a short story is a lot harder than writing a long one, that you have to weigh every sentence. What better medium to see how this theory plays itself out beyond that than with movie trailers?
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When compiling a list of the best and most important films of 2009, one must never forget to include Tommy Wiseau‘s The Room, even if it necessitates creating a lone, mutant category. Sure, the cult classic shit champion was originally released in 2003, and was probably advertised on L.A. billboards years before that (joke), but 2009 was the year that The Room said “Hi doggie!” to the pop culture brain cave like a Centurion slug. To celebrate this achievement, Patton Oswalt has donned a Wiseauian wig in a new vid of spoof-offs like The Veranda, The Hallway, and (NSFWinedrinkers) The Bubble Bath. There’s also a secret cameo. Hint: “Oh, hi Don Draper!”
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How long has it been since the last Weeds Session? Six months? Full Disclosure: We’ve been hesitant to turn on our television for fear of the sixth season of Entourage; seriously, that is the most dreadful show of the year. Doug Ellin might as well DM Tommy Wiseau to write and direct the next planned 10 seasons. Back to Weeds, a far better series that remains impossible to peg like a bi-polar, medium infatuation. Over the last three eps (and yes: half a year later) Nancy Botwin, her ever-independent sons (Silas and Yung Perv Eyes), and the slimy Esteban have struggled with myriad crises. This season’s earlier, recurring and grisly theme that life-is-cheap below the border has been replaced by the soap-operatic lightness displayed in the first seasons.
#SpoilerAlert: The stakes in Nancy’s life, though still perma-dire, seem to have cooled. New additions tend to do that. And sure, the current tone is unrealistic, given that she’s in-and-out of bed and hot water with a politician aka a corrupt jackass and control-freak. But Single Mom and Slacker-in-Law vs. Mexico? Fuck it. It’s summer and we’re digging it. You? And Andy. Andy! The guy who inexplicably transformed for two eps into the would-be hirsute Billy Mitchell of Cali; at one point we anticipated him parading around and waking-and-baking in Daisy Dukes. But wait. Is that all $100K buys in this shite economy? Really? It doesn’t even buy a Comic-Con hotel cosplay orgy? (Nevertheless, nice shout out and timing, Stephen Falk and Co.)
After the jump, the latest developments from the preceding eps and last Monday’s “A Distinctive Horn.” Be sure to ready your angriest, limpest /TV comments trolls, so the /Interns can zap ‘em and stay busy!
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Weekend Update: Due to the amazing bitch-session in the comments: the following article is a combination free-form essay/review on the genius, relevance, and influences of writer/director Jody Hill and his works including The Foot Fist Way, Eastbound & Down, and his latest, Observe and Report. It also deals with the growing trend of incredibly dark and conflicted American male anti-heroes in movies and TV. Oh yeah, it’s also really, really, really long and I didn’t see a need to begin the piece with “If you were expecting Paul Blart, get ready for a crazy rollercoaster not suitable for the kiddies.” Because fuck Paul Blart. No one will remember that movie in five years, until the sequel is released and makes $200 million. My bad?
Let me preface this by saying that I now anticipate Jody Hill’s films more than any other working filmmaker with the exception of Paul Thomas Anderson. And on a particularly excruciating Monday, maybe Tommy Wiseau’s.
“You suck this gun like a dick and then this dick goin’ cum in your mouth and blow your brains all over the street!” – Danny McBride in Observe and Report, um, protecting his legacy
Generally speaking, there are two types of people, and as it lies, two types of moviegoers: Those who go to malls without a second thought and those who go into them only on the rarest of occasions, sucking on an imaginary Klonopin, those who walk around wondering how the fuck this and they and that sign came to be, pregnant with the speeding notion that a loon might as well destroy the entire fucking building or at least high-jack the “raffle car,” peel out through the entrance doors, and drive on to a fabled body of water.
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