The aural tone of Drive, from the Cliff Martinez score to the needle-drops of songs to the incredible sound effects design by Lon Bender, is out of this world.
With Stanley's rare combination of meticulousness and creativity, we achieved what we set out to accomplish -- but the most influential result of our collaboration was unexpected.
After reading about the record-breaking box-office returns for The Devil Inside, I had to ask myself, "Self, why do people choose to spend good money on a bad movie, even when I've just told them the movie is bad?"
In the process of supporting it -- by creating more and more film festivals and innovative release platforms -- we may have ghettoized our independent cinema.
What will Hollywood's next championship season look like, once the landscape has settled and the new players have found their rhythm? Here at Moviefone, we will be spectating as fanatically as any bleacher creature, cheering on any home runs and calling strikeouts, fouls and balks as we see 'em.
As we start off 2012, I wanted to take a moment to lay out what I think are some of the brightest and biggest trends to watch for -- things that are going to affect independent film audiences and filmmakers in the year ahead.
Here's why I think my opinions about movies are worth sharing: I care. A lot. I want movies to be good. When movies don't live up to their promise, it makes me sad -- or even mad. And since that feels genuine, and since I know I'm not the only one, I feel entitled to share that with you.
Dee Rees' Pariah could and should be the beginning of the next wave in black American or African-American cinema, but don't let that notion box the film into any specific category or genre.
Despite giving one of the year's best performances -- despite carrying Beginners and his co-stars Christopher Plummer, Melanie Laurent and Cosmo the dog to the lofty heights they achieve -- McGregor isn't on the Best Actor radar. At all.
Why was Mission: Impossible -- Ghost Protocol, structured like an unsatisfying game of Sudoku? Granted, it was moderate-level Sudoku, but Sudoku nonetheless.
If you're the kind of bottom-of-the-barrel gambling addict who likes to play the spread on the Oscars, the Golden Globes might kind-of, sort-of, mean something.
Some people have a soft spots for rom-coms or B-movies or anything starring Paul Rudd; mine is for films that resemble works of art.
Steven Soderbergh's new film, Haywire smashes into theaters near you in in a few weeks, and while Soderbergh is usually a can't-miss director, the fact that this film was scheduled for January is an eyebrow raiser.
The problem with Gervais as Golden Globes host is that he's been too good. His jokes have been on-point and hysterical. He's roasted Globes attendees as skillfully as anyone this side of Jeffrey Ross ever could. The thing is, making fun of the stars should be our job.
Have people forgotten Cary Grant? He's been gone a quarter of a century now, and his last movie was made forty-five years ago. Personally, I don't believe so. He was too good, too much of an original to fade away from our collective consciousness.
What kind of film is worthy of the sacrificial lamb slot that is the first release of January? Why, that would be The Devil Inside, yet another attempt to recast horror through the blurry lens of the mockumentary.
Mike Ryan, 2012.01.10
Alex Suskind, 2012.01.10
Mike Ryan, 2012.01.10