School for fanatics of film rolls into town

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

It is a short walk to the Fox Studios soundstages where The Matrix trilogy, two Star Wars episodes and Wolverine were shot. Even closer is the production house where the animated Happy Feet came to life and where the director Baz Luhrmann chose his office while making the epic film Australia.

And right out in front are two cinema complexes and a dance school that is crowded with hyperactive youngsters in leotards after school.

The new headquarters of the Australian Film, Television and Radio School - on the site of the old Babe set at Moore Park’s Entertainment Quarter - is smack in the middle of Sydney’s film heartland.

After two decades in the grounds of Macquarie University in North Ryde, it is a big move in every way for the national film school. Instead of an awkwardly laid-out building that was remote from the industry, the new base is open, airy and feels refreshingly like it could encourage creative work, which it will need to do if the country’s filmmakers are to get rolling again.

In the early weeks at its new home, the school is being reinvented under its director, Sandra Levy, a long-time film and television producer and former executive at the ABC and Nine Network. Just about everything except the name seems to be changing, and even that was briefly considered.

“Suddenly the school is part of the business, whereas it wasn’t at North Ryde,” Levy says. “Being so far out of town, with the building laid out in an isolating manner, it was not a great environment for the sort of organisation that needs to be creatively charged and full of excitement and contradiction.” Levy says the school is taking a new attitude to training, which involves new courses and new types of students, so it can become “a major contributor to a generational shift in Australian film”.

Its biggest successes include the Oscar-winning cinematographers Andrew Lesnie, who shot the Lord Of The Rings trilogy, and Dion Beebe, who shot Chicago and Memoirs Of A Geisha. The school’s claim to have “an international reputation for excellence” is also backed by three Oscar nominations for short films in the past seven years.

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Movie Sets Under Siege

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

Anyone working on a high-profile movie or TV show these days dreads seeing two words in a script: Exterior shot. Filming a hot project at an outdoor location has become a swim in a giant, incredibly public fishbowl. Of all the battlefronts in the spoiler wars, location shoots are the places where filmmakers and show creators feel the most exposed, the most overtly under siege and maybe the most powerless to plug leaks.

Even so, interlopers crashed the party wherever Crystal Skull went. Somebody in a helicopter possibly just a lucky tourist on a joyride, who was passing through airspace the Skull crew couldn’t control snapped shots of a Hawaii-based jungle sequence from above. Plot spoiling amateur videos of a motorcycle-chase scene filmed in New Haven, Conn., also showed up online, thanks to onlookers posting footage.

No matter how distant the location, it seems, those pesky snappers find a way in. A few weeks into the shoot of Iron Man, in March 2007, work was about to start at an extremely remote desert canyon spot in a gated national park near Lone Pine, Calif. More than three hours’ drive outside Los Angeles.

Barren and desolate looking, this spot would stand in for Afghanistan in a sequence where Tony Stark, played by Robert Downey Jr., gets kidnapped by terrorists. Somehow, photographers found the waiting set. They commandeered a vantage point in the hills above, and got telephoto-lens pictures of the faux terrorist encampment, including weapon containers marked Stark Industries. The images showed up on a fansite before any of the sequence had even been filmed.

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‘Indiana Jones’ debut survives Cannes critics

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

Indiana Jones received louder applause going in than he did coming out.

His latest adventure, “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull,” earned a respectful though far from glowing — reception Sunday at the Cannes Film Festival, avoiding the sort of thrashing the event’s harsh critics gave to “The Da Vinci Code” two years ago.

Yet Indy’s fourth big-screen romp is not likely to go down as one of the most memorable. Some viewers at its first press screening loved it, some called it slick and enjoyable though formulaic, some said it was not worth the 19-year wait since Steven Spielberg, George Lucas and Harrison Ford made the last film.

“They should have left well enough alone,” said J. Sperling Reich, who writes for FilmStew.com. “It really looked like they were going through the motions. It really looked like no one had their heart in it.”

Alain Spira of French magazine Paris Match found “Crystal Skull” a perfectly acceptable “Indiana Jones” tale, a sentiment echoed by the solid applause the movie received as the final credits rolled.

“It’s good. It’s a product that is polished, industrial, we’re not getting ripped off in terms of quality,” Spira said. “You know what you’re going to see, you see what you get, and when you leave you’re happy.”

The applause was louder at the outset, though. Fans at the early afternoon showing, which preceded the film’s glitzy formal premiere with cast and crew Sunday night, cheered and clapped wildly at an announcement that the screening was about to start. Some even hummed the Indiana Jones fanfare as the lights went down.

The applause at the end was more subdued.

Cast and crew were unconcerned about how critics might dissect the film.

“I’m not afraid at all. I expect to have the whip turned on me,” Ford told reporters after the screening. “It’s not unusual for something that is popular to be disdained by some people, and I fully expect it.

But, he said: “I work for the people who pay to get in. They are my customers, and my focus is on providing the best experience I can for those people.”

The filmmakers kept the movie shrouded in secrecy, skipping the rounds of press screenings often held for big studio movies and going for a big blowout at Cannes.

Spielberg said he and his collaborators decided “that the fair thing to do and the fun thing to do would be to view it where the entire world is come together every year at this wonderful festival, and we thought that was the best place to introduce Indiana Jones to you again after 19 years.”

The film received none of the derisive laughter or catcalls that mounted near the end of the first press screening for “Da Vinci Code.”

There were a few titters from the “Crystal Skull” crowd early on over co-star Cate Blanchett’s thick, Boris-and-Natasha accent as a Soviet operative racing against Indy to find an artifact of immeasurable power. The rather corny romantic ending also drew a chuckle or two.

In between, the film packed a fair amount of action, though some viewers found the middle portion dull. Conchita Casanovas, of Spain’s RNE radio, said she was “bored to death.”

The new movie hurls archaeologist Jones into the Cold War in 1957. He survives a nuclear blast in the desert in typically creative fashion and is reunited with “Raiders” flame Marion Ravenwood (Karen Allen).

As speculated, the film has an alien connection, though far more subdued than the “Indiana Jones and the Saucer Men From Mars” story Lucas once envisioned.

There are melancholy nods to Sean Connery, who played Indy’s dad in 1989’s “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade” but declined to return for the new movie, and the late Denholm Elliott, Indy’s college dean in two of the previous movies.

And the film reveals the relationship between Indy and his new sidekick, an angry young motorcycle rebel played by Shia LaBeouf.

As with “Da Vinci Code,” which went on to gross $758 million worldwide, “Crystal Skull” is so hotly anticipated that it will be virtually immune from critics’ opinions. The film is expected to put up blockbuster box-office numbers when it opens globally Thursday.

“The movie was absolutely effective enough to score with audiences everywhere,” said Anne Thompson, deputy editor of Hollywood trade paper Variety. “This played way better than ‘Da Vinci Code.’ No one was gunning for it. They were excited going in, hooting for it in a positive way.”

Dozens of fans prowled outside the Palais, the Cannes headquarters, holding signs saying they needed tickets for “Crystal Skull.”

Amelia Sims, a 19-year-old University of Georgia student studying abroad, held a sign reading “I (heart) Indy.” She managed to get a pass to the press screening and loved the movie.

“I guess I’ve been waiting 19 years for this,” Sims said. “You could say I’ve been waiting my whole life.”

But Christian Monggaard, who is reviewing “Crystal Skull” for Danish newspaper Information, said he grew up with the “Indiana Jones” films and came away from this one disappointed, finding the climax an “overblown special-effects extravaganza.”

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Anguish management

Saturday, April 12th, 2008

Naomi Watts has carved out a niche playing set-upon
blondes and struggling heroines. Kelsey Munro looks at why torment
on screen comes naturally to her.
Naomi Watts has become the directors’ choice to play pretty
women having an awful time. She was a grief-stricken widow in
21 Grams; a journalist tormented by a girl from beyond the
grave in both The Ring movies; a midwife who tangles with
the Russian mafia in last year’s Eastern Promises; and the
mother in a family tortured by psychopaths in the coming Funny
Games. If that weren’t bad enough, she’s soon to be brutalised
by malevolent seagulls, reprising the Tippi Hedren role in a remake
of Hitchcock classic The Birds.
The British-born, Australian-raised actress has made anguish her
trademark, with a disturbing, lived-in intensity. Yet her torments
on screen bear little resemblance to the happy place where she is
in real life. The 39-year-old, whose success came famously late,
has an eight-month-old son with her partner, US actor Liev
Schreiber, and the creative clout and star power to make the movies
she chooses. So why does she keep taking these roles?
“It’s fun to play fear, the unknown,” she says. “There’s a lot
of emotion that comes within fear and that genre. I guess everyone
has their niche - and that seems to be mine.”
“I wouldn’t call her a technique actress,” says her friend, film
director John Curran. “She’s got really great instincts in the
moment and knows how to put herself out there and tap into the
emotion when she’s sort of free falling. She’s very brave in that
regard. She’s happiest when she feels like she’s a little bit out
of control.”
Lacking the aristocratic hauteur of Cate Blanchett or the
statuesque primness of friend Nicole Kidman, Watts has doggedly
carved out a screen persona that’s girlier and yet more disturbed.
But it was playing a bisexual blonde ingenue who has a breakdown in
David Lynch’s opaque Mulholland Drive that really made her
name in Hollywood.
“I guess some (of my films) are strange,” Watts says. “They’re
off, they’re not mainstream. But that’s not ever what I set out to
do - to appeal to the masses. I was just trying to do something
that would appeal to me. Maybe my mind is strange, I don’t know,”
she laughs a little.
In person, Watts doesn’t seem dark, strange or tormented.
Perched on a hotel armchair, wearing a silk turquoise top close to
the colour of her eyes, she is in Australia to promote her new
movie, The Painted Veil, directed by Curran. Her manner,
though polite, is reserved. Perhaps recent experiences have made
her wary of the media: since giving birth she has become more of a
paparazzi target, and lately everyone wants to know how she feels
about the untimely death of Heath Ledger, a former boyfriend. She
began dating the late actor, who was 11 years her junior, on the
set of Ned Kelly. She has been credited with encouraging him to
take the artistic risk of his role in Brokeback Mountain
role, although they broke up before filming started in 2004.
However, under her publicist’s threat of immediate interview
termination, I can’t ask Watts about any of this: Ledger is
off-limits. She’s happy, though, to talk about Schreiber, her
partner of three years. The couple are in Sydney for three months
while Schreiber works on X-Men Origins: Wolverine.
The Painted Veil, which finished shooting in late 2005,
was Watts and Schreiber’s first movie together. Watts and Edward
Norton star as a mismatched British couple caught in a cholera
epidemic in 1920s regional China, in the film based on W. Somerset
Maugham’s 1925 novel of the same name.
Watts finds dimension and humanity in the unsympathetic
character of Kitty Fane, a spirited, frivolous London socialite
turned adulterous wife who has an affair with Schreiber’s
character.
She admits she was worried about working with her new lover. “We
were very early in our relationship, probably only four or five
months in,” she says. “So we were both a bit edgy and nervous.
Particularly me - I’d already seen him live on stage so he had the
upper hand. (I was) still at that stage in the relationship when
you’re very intent on impressing that person…So I’m desperately
trying to impress Liev and I’m completely forgetting about how
Kitty should be moving and operating within this moment.”
The film was shot on location in the beautiful Guangxi province,
in a Chinese co-production that had its share of logistical
challenges.
“It was one of those films that have life-changing memories,”
Watts says. “It was incredible, the locations. We were really
there, living it as the locals were in these very remote parts of
the southern provinces.”
Curran says that Watts - who produced the film with Norton -
required minimal direction.
“I always liken her to a classic silent-screen actress,” Curran
says. “She’s really a master at conveying a lot by doing very
little. It’s a rare gift. Her script notes are generally about what
to take out, not what to add. She can play it: she doesn’t have to
say it with words.”
The Painted Veil’s remote locations and cultural
clashes sound like a picnic compared with Watts’s next role in
Funny Games, an R-rated film pitched as a bleak
deconstruction of violence as entertainment. It had a limited
release in the US this month.
“It was definitely difficult,” she says. “It’s a harrowing film
and subject and the way we shot the film was very close to reality.
(Director) Michael Haneke is not a believer in cheating much. When
I say that, I mean just in the way he ties your hands or…” - she
mimes tying a rope around her neck. “It was all very full on. But I
have to say I felt good making it. I conceived my son when I was
making that movie so I couldn’t have been in that much of a
state.”
After Mulholland Drive, Watts took every interesting
role she could fit in, with a strong sense of making up for lost
time. But with the birth of Alexander Pete Schreiber last July, she
applied the brakes.
“I don’t think I’d stop completely just because I’m a mum now,”
she says. “But even before my son came into the picture, I was
slowing down because I was worn out and also because of meeting
Liev and finding the balance of how we spend enough time together
and juggle work as well. But (motherhood) is fantastic. It’s
everything I wanted.”
Watts won’t discourage her son from going into the family
business, but child stardom is out. “If (acting) is his dream, then
so be it,” she says, “but certainly, that’s a long way off. No
child acting, that’s for sure.”
Watts was born in England and lived there until she was 14. (Her
father, Peter Watts, Pink Floyd’s sound engineer, died when she was
seven.) Her mother Myfanwy moved Naomi and her brother Ben to
Sydney in the early ’80s, then Watts moved to LA in the mid-’90s.
She has spent more time in the US than anywhere, but homesickness
for Australia has begun creeping back.
“I came back this time with my son, and it felt so much like
home,” she says. “I hadn’t had that feeling in a long time. It was
something about the sound of the voices, the food, the smells, the
light . . . I have a lot of nostalgia.” Still, a more permanent
homecoming is unlikely, to her regret. “Not right now. Liev is such
a New Yorker: he’s so connected to that city.”
Watts, too, seems to be leaving LA behind and moving into her
Manhattan period. She plays a Manhattan district attorney with
Clive Owen in The International, out later this year.
Intriguingly, in next year’s Need, she will play a wealthy
Manhattan therapist who learns that a suicidal patient, played by
Kidman, is having an affair with her husband. It will be the first
time the two old friends have co-starred, though their careers have
often been unkindly compared with each other.
Hollywood success came a lot quicker to Kidman. Watts was 31
when she made Mulholland Drive, after at least six years
of rejection and roles in bad movies (Children of the Corn IV,
Gross Misconduct, Tank Girl), which Watts satirised with
breathtakingly close-to-the-bone humour in the low-budget film
Ellie Parker, a minor Sundance hit.
It’s hard to imagine Kidman sending herself up as brutally as
Watts does in that film -a flawed but funny flick on digital video
about a talentless, perpetually out-of-work Australian actress in
Hollywood.
Indeed, that is Watts’s other major screen type, the struggling
actress (see King Kong and, memorably, Mulholland
Drive). It’s a role that looks a lot closer to her real life
than the tormented victim.
For a time, Watts considered turning Ellie Parker into
a TV series, but, at the last minute, pulled the plug in favour of
pursuing her big-screen dreams. In a perfect piece of cinematic
irony, it was on the last day of shooting - playing Ellie as a
B-grade blonde in a bathrobe who is doing a bad job of acting dead
- that Watts took the call cementing her success.
“We were stealing shots in very illegal places, just under the
Hollywood sign,” she says, “and I was negotiating my King
Kong contract on the phone.
“I just want to be involved with other good artists, great
filmmakers and great writers. The material has to speak to
you…because if you’re doing it for some other reason,
like…you’re going to make a lot of money; that’s just not enough
of a reason.”
Still now, with the ability to pick and choose her roles, Watts
returns to characters struggling with awful fears or torments.
“I’ve never set out to end up in that genre,” she says, then
smiles. “Having said that, I’ve always been a fan of
Hitchcock.”
The Painted Veil screens from April
24.

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2 Days In Paris (M)

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

Slowly recovering from a bout of food poisoning, interior designer Jack is keen to see the city%26#39;s catacombs and Jim Morrison%26#39;s grave at Pere Lachaise. %26quot;Because I%26#39;m a huge Val Kilmer fan.%26quot;
Marion however, a visually-impaired photographer, is keen to check on her apartment, her cat%26#39;s health and catch up with her friends and family.
As well as the challenge of meeting her bohemian parents (artist Dad likes to key cars parked on the sidewalk, Mum doesn%26#39;t believe in locked doors), Jack also has to contend with a string of Marion%26#39;s ex- boyfriends who keep bumping into her.
With its City of Love setting, documentation of detailed discussions and hand-held style, writer-director Delpy%26#39;s Parisenne rom-com draws inevitable comparisons with the Before Sunrise and Before Sunset double that gave her her most iconic role as an actress.
Tonally though, 2 Days is very different %26ndash; a much more cynical date movie, highlighting the dangers of a stale relationship, especially one where previous emotional and sexual baggage hasn%26#39;t been revealed or discussed.
Delpy%26#39;s nicely barbed script also focuses on the differences between the French and Americans, poking fun at both cultures in equal measure, but does start to drag and veer towards French-farce before attempting a similar open ending as in Before Sunset.
Capturing Paris without the rose-tinted hue so often afforded it by filmmakers, Delpy also throws in a few nice Amelie- esque flashbacks and montages and some other cinematic trickery, although this does break the sense of realism she appears to be trying to engender.
She and Goldberg do however make for a delightful mis-match, his Jack the kind of character you%26#39;d expect Ben Stiller to play, but without the explosive aggressive streak. Credit too to Delpy%26#39;s real parents %26ndash; Albert Delpy and Marie Pillet %26ndash; who do a great job of portraying her wacky screen father and mother.
* In English and French with English subtitles.

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Teen pregnancy made easy with a bit of Hollywood gloss

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

Teenage girls have resisted the lure of the baby bonus despite
claims that the payment - worth $4258 - was fuelling a mini
baby-boom among the young. Official figures show births to
teenagers declined in 2006 after the bonus was introduced. (It’s
older women who are reproducing like rabbits).
But will teenage girls be able to resist the pro-natalist
messages from a crop of recent pregnancy movies? The movies cast
the subject of unplanned pregnancy in such a romantic light, I am
fully expecting maternity wards in November/December to be overrun
by teens in labour.
In the four movies I have in mind - Juno, Knocked
Up, Waitress and Bella - the single girls and
young women all decide to have their babies. They all find support,
and live happily ever after. The Right to Life must be ecstatic.
Its scary foetus videos will be redundant now that Hollywood is
propounding the anti-abortion message.
I must be the last person to have caught Juno, the
funkiest and most appealing of the pregnancy movies, whose lead,
Ellen Page, was an Oscar nominee. She plays a sassy 16-year-old who
gets pregnant after what she calls “premeditated sex”. As they do
in America, she picks from the classified ads a yuppie couple who
wants to adopt a baby. It would be incorrect to say abortion is not
considered.
It is, for about one minute. For someone so smart, Juno is
easily put off by a visit to an abortion clinic that looks like a
tattoo parlour, and by an encounter with a friend demonstrating
outside.
It is all so hip and progressive - the demonstrator is no
bible-bashing Fred Nile lookalike but a cute, rather dipsy Korean
girl, and the abortion clinic receptionist is no officious medico
but comes studded with piercings, and a crudely sexual turn of
phrase. That’s why the movie is so seductive. It goes against the
grain. The witty dialogue, from stripper-turned-screenwriter Diablo
Cody, is so superior to the usual American pap, you believe for a
while this movie is true grit.
It is only later you realise it is just a superior romantic
comedy that bears no relationship to reality. I guess some pregnant
16-year-olds are lucky to have two supportive parents, a sensitive
boyfriend, and a school that allows them to attend right to the
end. Perhaps there is even a girl, who on top of all these
blessings, is able to give her baby up convinced it is noble to
help a childless woman, and better for the child that way.
But these girls, if they exist, are few and far between. In
Australia, adoptions of locally-born babies have fallen to just 59
in 2006-07 because young pregnant girls, if they do not have
abortions, tend to keep their babies. (The most reliable statistics
- from South Australia - show 53 per cent of pregnant teens choose
to terminate the pregnancy). Anyone who has read the sorrowful
accounts of those forced to give their babies away before the
advent of the single-parent payment in the 1970s knows the decision
shattered women’s lives and caused endless grief.
I know filmmakers have a right to tell any story; their job is
not to deal with the representative or the typical. They are
artists, not propagandists, and Juno is not a documentary or
an educational film.
But is it just coincidence that the artists behind these movies
are propounding the same message, or is it timidity? The word
abortion is not uttered in Knocked Up, although one of the
dissolute characters refers to it jocularly as “shmishmortion”.
Pregnant Alison quickly makes up her mind to have the baby although
she is smart, young, single, has just started an on-screen
television career, and the father is a hopeless slob with whom she
had a drunken one-night stand. Naturally, the hopeless slob grows
up over the seven months, gets a job, a house, and dumps his
childish mates. If only life imitated art.
Unfortunately for teenage girls in Australia, 60 per cent do not
have a partner when their baby is born, according to a Queensland
Health Department report.
The Australian Christian Channel was so enamoured of
Bella it described it as a “pro-life, pro-adoption”
award-winning film. Nina, unmarried and unemployed, is talked out
of having an abortion by Jose. He finds her a job and introduces
her to his warm-hearted Latino family. In Waitress, abortion
is the one choice not on the menu even though Jenna is accidentally
pregnant to an abusive husband she plans to leave. A handsome
gynaecologist makes everything OK.
On top of this Hollywood fare are the teen magazines and
websites that turn “baby bumps” into a fashion item, and lovingly
chronicle celebrity pregnancies from Cate Blanchett’s to
16-year-old Jamie Lynn Spears’s, Britney’s sister.
Against this cultural tide of cheer, parents and educators are
left to take a stand. It is up to us to remind our daughters and
sons of how hard it is either to give a child away, or to raise a
child before you have the maturity and the means. It can be done
but life, they need to know, is no Hollywood movie. And will there
ever be a Hollywood artist brave enough to do a romantic comedy
about a girl who opts to terminate a pregnancy, complete with
sensitive boyfriend, supportive parents, and happy-ever-after?

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Scream queen

Saturday, March 22nd, 2008

Naomi Watts has become the directors’ choice to play pretty
women having an awful time. She was a grief-stricken widow in
21 Grams; a journalist tormented by a ghost girl from
beyond the grave in both The Ring movies; a midwife who
tangles with the Russian mafia in last year’s Eastern
Promises; and the mother in a family tortured by psychopaths
in the coming Funny Games. If that wasn’t bad enough,
she’s soon to be brutalised by malevolent seagulls, reprising the
Tippi Hedren role in a remake of Hitchcock classic The
Birds.

The British-born, Australian-raised actress has made anguish her
trademark, with a disturbing, lived-in intensity. Yet pleasantly,
her torments on screen bear little resemblance to the happy place
where she is in real life. The 39-year-old, whose success came
famously late, has an eight-month-old son with her partner, US
actor Liev Schreiber; and - these days - the creative clout and
star power to make the movies she chooses.

So why does she keep taking these roles? “It’s fun to play fear,
the unknown,” she says. “There’s a lot of emotion that comes within
fear and that genre. I guess everyone has their niche - and that
seems to be mine.”
“I wouldn’t call her a technique actress,” says her friend, film
director John Curran. “She’s got really great instincts in the
moment and knows how to put herself out there and tap into the
emotion when she’s sort of free-falling. She’s very brave in that
regard. She’s happiest when she feels like she’s a little bit out
of control.”

Lacking the aristocratic hauteur of Cate Blanchett or the
statuesque primness of friend Nicole Kidman, Watts has doggedly
carved out a screen persona that’s girlier and yet more disturbed
than those peers. But it was playing a bisexual blonde ingenue who
has a breakdown in David Lynch’s opaque Mulholland Drive
that really made her name in Hollywood.

“I guess some [of my films] are strange,” Watts says. “They’re off,
they’re not mainstream. But that’s not ever what I set out to do,
to appeal to the masses. I was just trying to do something that
would appeal to me. Maybe my mind is strange, I don’t know,” she
laughs a little.

In person, Watts doesn’t seem dark, strange or tormented. Perched
in a hotel armchair, wearing a silk turquoise top close to the
colour of her eyes, she is here to promote her new movie, The
Painted Veil, directed by Curran. Her manner, though polite,
is reserved. Perhaps recent experiences have made her wary of the
media: since giving birth to her son she has become more of a
paparazzi target, and lately everyone wants to know how she feels
about the untimely death of Heath Ledger, a former boyfriend.

She began dating the late actor, who was 11 years her junior, on
the set of Ned Kelly. She has been credited with
encouraging him to take the artistic risk that was his
legacy-defining Brokeback Mountain role, although they
broke up before filming started in 2004. However, under her
publicist’s threat of immediate interview termination, I can’t ask
Watts about any of this: Ledger is off-limits.

She’s happy, though, to talk about Schreiber, her partner of three
years.
The couple are in Sydney for three months while Schreiber works on
X-Men Origins: Wolverine. The Painted Veil, which finished
shooting in late 2005, was Watts and Schreiber’s first movie
together. Watts and Edward Norton star as a mismatched British
couple stuck in a cholera epidemic in 1920s regional China, in the
film based on W. Somerset Maugham’s 1925 novel. Watts finds
dimension and humanity in the unsympathetic character of Kitty
Fane, a spirited, frivolous London socialite turned adulterous wife
who has an affair with Schreiber’s character. Watts admits she was
worried about working with her new lover.

“We were very early in our relationship, probably only four or five
months in,” she says. “So we were both a bit edgy and nervous.
Particularly me - I’d already seen him live on stage so he had the
upper hand. [I was] still at that stage in the relationship when
you’re very intent on impressing that person … So I’m desperately
trying to impress Liev and I’m completely forgetting about how
Kitty should be moving and operating within this moment.”

The film was shot on location in the beautiful Guangxi province, in
a Chinese co-production that had its share of logistical
challenges.
“It was one of those films that have life-changing memories,” Watts
says. “It was incredible, the locations. We were really there,
living it as the locals were in these very remote parts of the
southern provinces.”

Curran says that Watts - who also produced the film with Norton -
required minimal direction.
“I always liken her to a classic silent screen actress,” Curran
says. “She’s really a master at conveying a lot by doing very
little. It’s a rare gift. Her script notes are generally about what
to take out, not what to add. She can play it, she doesn’t have to
say it with words.”

The Painted Veil’s remote locations and cultural clashes
sound like a picnic compared to Watts’s next role in Funny
Games, an R-rated film pitched as a bleak deconstruction of
violence as entertainment. It had a limited release in the US this
month.

“It was definitely difficult,” she says. “It’s a harrowing film and
subject and the way we shot the film was very close to reality.
[Director] Michael Haneke is not a believer in cheating much. When
I say that I mean just in the way he ties your hands or …” - she
mimes tying a rope around her neck.

“It was all very full on. But I have to say I felt good making it,
I conceived my son when I was making that movie so I couldn’t have
been in that much of a state.”

After Mulholland Drive, Watts took every interesting role
she could fit in, with a strong sense of making up for lost time.
But with the birth of Alexander Pete Schreiber last July, she has
applied the brakes.

“I don’t think I’d stop completely just because I’m a mum now,” she
says. “But even before my son came into the picture I was slowing
down, because I was worn out and also because of meeting Liev and
finding the balance of how we spend enough time together and juggle
work as well.
“But [motherhood] is fantastic, it’s everything I wanted.”

She won’t discourage her son from going into the family business
but prepubescent stardom is out.

“If [acting] is his dream then so be it,” she says. “But certainly,
that’s a long way off. No child acting, that’s for sure.”

Watts was born and lived in England until she was 14 (father Peter
Watts, Pink Floyd’s sound engineer, died when she was seven). Her
mother Myfanwy moved Naomi and her brother Ben to Sydney in the
early ’80s, then Naomi moved to LA in the mid-’90s. She has spent
more time in the US than anywhere but homesickness for Australia
has begun creeping back.

“I came back this time with my son, and it felt so much like home,”
she says. “I hadn’t had that feeling in a long time. It was
something about the sound of the voices, the food, the smells, the
light … I have a lot of nostalgia.”

Still, a more permanent homecoming is unlikely, to her regret. “Not
right now - Liev is such a New Yorker, he’s so connected to that
city.”
Watts, too, seems to be leaving LA behind and moving into her
Manhattan period. She plays a Manhattan district attorney with
Clive Owen in The International, out later this year.
Intriguingly, in next year’s Need, she will play a wealthy
Manhattan therapist who learns that a suicidal patient, played by
Nicole Kidman, is having an affair with her husband. It will be the
first time the two old friends have co-starred, though their
careers have often been unkindly compared with each other.
Hollywood success came a lot quicker to Kidman.

Watts was 31 when she made Mulholland Drive. That was
after at least six years of rejection in Hollywood and roles in bad
movies (Children Of The Corn IV, Gross Misconduct, Tank
Girl), which Watts satirised with breathtakingly
close-to-the-bone humour in the low-budget film Ellie Parker, a
minor Sundance hit. It’s hard to imagine Kidman sending herself up
as brutally as Watts does in that film - a flawed but funny flick
on digital video about a talentless, perpetually out-of-work
Australian actress in Hollywood.

Indeed that is Watts’s other major screen type, the struggling
actress (see King Kong, Ellie Parker and, memorably,
Mulholland Drive). It’s a role that looks a lot closer to
her real life than the tormented victim. For a time, Watts was
considering turning Ellie Parker into a TV series but at
the last minute pulled the plug in favour of pursuing her big
screen dreams. In a perfect piece of cinematic irony, it was on the
last day of shooting - playing Ellie as a B-grade blonde in a
bathrobe who is doing a bad job of acting dead - that Watts took
the call cementing her success.

“We were stealing shots in very illegal places just under the
Hollywood sign,” she says, “and I was negotiating my King
Kong contract on the phone.

“I just want to be involved with other good artists, great
filmmakers and great writers. The material has to speak to you …
because if you’re doing it for some other reason, like … you’re
going to make a lot of money; that’s just not enough of a
reason.”

Still now, with the ability to pick and choose her roles, Watts
returns to characters struggling with awful fears or torments.

“I’ve never set out to end up in that genre,” she says, then
smiles. “Having said that, I’ve always been a fan of
Hitchcock.”
The Painted Veil opens on April 24.

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Mariah Carey will fill in for Jackson on SNL

Friday, March 14th, 2008

“Saturday Night Live” has replaced a flu-ridden Janet Jackson with another diva: Mariah Carey.

Carey, 37, will fill in for Jackson on the March 15 “SNL” telecast, NBC announced Wednesday.

Jackson, 41, was scheduled to perform live Saturday night in support of her latest album, “Discipline,” which was released last month. The singer’s publicist, Patti Webster, said Tuesday she dropped out because she has the flu and “needs some time to get better.”

Carey’s latest album, EMC2, arrives April 15.

***

It was a Hilton family affair.

Kathy, Rick and Paris Hilton — along with Paris’ current squeeze Benji Madden — were front and center Tuesday at the Mercedes-Benz L.A. Fashion Week show for Nicky Hilton’s high-end Nicholai line.

Before the models took the runway, mom Kathy mingled with the crowd, dad Rick snapped iPhone photos and big sis Paris exchanged whispers with Madden, the Good Charlotte guitarist.

The latest designs from the younger Hilton sister included trench coats, knit tops, houndstooth accents and lots of leather trim. Nicky debuted the more-expensive Nicholai line at New York Fashion Week last year. She launched her first clothing line — the casual Chick by Nicky Hilton — in 2004.

At the end of the Nicholai show, Nicky’s boyfriend David Katzenberg presented her with a bouquet of white roses.

***

Ang Lee opened up a new world of tolerance and compassion for gay cowboys with “Brokeback Mountain.” For his next act, the filmmaker helped take the pornography sting out of Hollywood’s NC-17 rating, which is reserved for explicit adult-themed material.

Lee and frequent producing and screenwriting partner James Schamus were honored with a freedom of expression award Tuesday at ShoWest, an annual convention of theater owners, for their collaborations, which include last year’s sexually charged thriller “Lust, Caution.”

Though the $4.6 million domestic haul for “Lust, Caution” was small compared to the $83 million box-office return for “Brokeback Mountain,” Lee and Schamus’ latest production went a long way to legitimizing the NC-17 rating.

Set in the World War II era, “Lust, Caution” centers on a young Chinese woman (Tang Wei) who seduces a collaborator (Tony Leung) with the Japanese so she and her accomplices can plot his execution. The film features several carnal love scenes between the two.

“That’s the best part of acting. I’ve been directing actors for a long time. How many times do you see actors like that, even just a second or something?” Lee, 53, said in an interview alongside Schamus.

“You see the most private performances. The most brave and private,” said Lee, who won the best-director Academy Award for “Brokeback Mountain.” “I think those scenes are pivotal. They anchor the movie, so it would be a shame if we don’t see it.”

Only a handful of movies have gone out with the NC-17 rating, which replaced the old X rating in the early 1990s to offer a category that did not carry the connotation of smut for explicit movies.

The most notable NC-17 release before “Lust, Caution” was 1995’s “Showgirls,” a huge critical and commercial flop. Other NC-17 releases such as “A Dirty Shame” or “The Dreamers” played to small cult crowds or art-house audiences.

The rating had been viewed as a kiss of death, with distributors usually choosing to release movies unrated rather than with the NC-17 tag. The expectation had been that theaters and audiences would shun anything with an NC-17 rating, but Schamus said that was not the case with “Lust, Caution.”

“It was one of those strange situations where the NC-17 was kind of an unused muscle. It was lying fallow, and everybody simply assumed the stigma was still there,” said Schamus, who heads Focus Features, which released both “Lust, Caution” and “Brokeback Mountain.”

“While there were small pockets of resistance, in fact, it was so minor as to be almost on the level, less than the level, of what we got even with ‘Brokeback,”‘ said Schamus, who has worked with Lee on such films as “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon,” “The Ice Storm” and “Sense and Sensibility.”

John Fithian, who heads the National Association of Theatre Owners, said he hoped that with filmmakers of Lee and Schamus’ stature opening the door, other directors would not shy away from material that could get them an NC-17 rating.

“‘Lust, Caution’ showed people that an NC-17 movie is not pornography, which is kind of the legend we have been living with, that NC-17 was the same thing as X-rated,” said Dan Glickman, head of the Motion Picture Association of America, which oversees the ratings system.

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Tinseltown’s corroboree of corruption

Thursday, March 6th, 2008

Hollywood is no country for old men, and although some still
think there will be blood with the actors, the writers’ strike
ended with atonement on the part of the studios. This year’s Oscar
telecast will be Tinseltown’s corroboree, the place where it will
celebrate its own uniquely corrupted Dreamtime.
The event will mark significant changes - and high drama - for
the industry. But the union angst didn’t stop the studios deluging
voting members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences
in a most unseemly manner: mass mailing; expensive, promiscuously
Oscar-vote-targeted ads; handouts in the Los Angeles Times,
in Variety, Hollywood Reporter and many more.
The spruiker crassness reached a nadir with the Weinstein
Company’s truncated DVD offering of I’m Not There, featuring
40 minutes highlighting Cate Blanchett’s portrayal of Bob Dylan.
The gist? If you busy academy members and other voters don’t have
time to watch the whole 135-minute movie - then just watch this.
This Reader’s Digest version of movies for speed freaks and
ADHD sufferers is hopefully not a new trend: visualise the versions
for Lust, Caution or Sweeney Todd. It reflects
disrespect to the filmmakers and audiences. Rest assured that
Blanchett read the whole script, folks, so see the complete
film.
Normally, film companies try to maintain some superficial
decorum in influencing academy votes, although the ad blitz,
special screenings with filmmakers, DVD launch parties, promotions
and so on betray the studios’ frenzy. It’s a bit like the drug
companies in America: they harangue TV viewers to buy
prescription-only drugs such as Viagra but the drugs are illegal
unless prescribed by a doctor, and so the ads always say something
to the effect of: “tell your doctor what you are taking”.
Similarly, studios aren’t supposed to lobby or contact voters to
influence their vote. Instead, they spend huge amounts in
publications that anyone can buy but which are clearly aimed at the
academy voters.
Do these ads work? Judging by the millions spent, the answer is
obvious. Many critics join in the carnival. Prostituting their
profession, they go completely over the top with ridiculous
superlatives so they are quoted in ads, promoting their own name
and publication. Many media are beholden to advertisers, so genuine
criticism could become a fossil.
The academy itself, notwithstanding critiques of the Oscar
telecast, has remained classy, not a mean feat in Hollywood. It
regularly stages great exhibitions, dignified memorials to masters
such as Gregory Peck and Otto Preminger, archives film and
documents, honours the art and science of cinema, and is finally
building a cinema museum. It forbids gifts to academy voters.
The Oscars this year have a serious edge, a kind of historical
showbiz vortex, coming on the heels of a three-month strike by
writers against seven conglomerates, against the backdrop of the
presidential election. The best feature film nominations are a
mixed bag, but avoided the barrage of sanctimonious anti-Iraq war
movies that suddenly appeared when George Bush became a lame duck
president. Gutsy move, guys. Couldn’t these movies have appeared
years ago, if true to their intent? Some anti-war documentaries,
not selected by the total academy membership, have been
nominated.
Aside from this self-flagellating, well-meaning and almost
unwatchable anti-war genre, pro-life movies were obvious this year.
Juno is one hip incarnation and it scored. Young girls were
generally encouraged in these films to have the baby under any
circumstances, no matter how dire. So much for Hollywood
“liberalism”.
On the pop psychology front, none of the films nominated seem to
catch the Zeitgeist. Historically, sometimes movies have magically
reflected how most of us feel in some way. Daniel Day-Lewis’s
incarnation of a demonic John Huston in There Will Be Blood
doesn’t exactly catch the vibe of world issues at the moment - or
does it? The film’s heartfelt caricature of a murderous capitalist
harks back to 1930s artists such as George Grosz and John
Heartfield. Javier Bardem’s psychotic terminator with a funny retro
haircut (in No Country For Old Men) doesn’t reflect the
world economy either … well, maybe. Both actors will probably get
Oscars. What these films had in common was a “dark” side,
Hollywood-ese for “specialty” release. No happy ending, rather
formulaically, now means “art”.
The writers’ strike cost the local economy about $2 billion and
flagged the internet juggernaut, itself a key subject of the
strike. US television viewers, repulsed by asinine programming
during the strike, jumped to online viewing in December by a
whopping increase of 34 per cent. Only Disney and Fox seem on top
of the internet universe, although they pale in comparison to
Google’s YouTube, which found a third of the increased viewers.
Significantly, it was the bosses of the most net-savvy studios
(Robert Iger from Disney and Peter Chernin from Fox) who closed the
deal with the writers. Disney particularly is in front, having the
Apple genius and shareholder Steve Jobs on the board. Get ready for
an iOscar.
Hollywood, bipolar between Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton
since the producer David Geffen promoted Obama in late 2006, will
be waiting for political jokes from the host, Jon Stewart, on Oscar
night. No doubt a subject could be Steven Spielberg protesting
against genocide in Darfur by resigning as an adviser to the
Beijing Olympics. “China disses Spielberg” shouted Variety.
Politics in Hollywood can be an ugly phenomenon. Next fracas is the
impending end of the Screen Actors Guild contract in June, with big
stars brazenly telling their union leaders what to do in ads. This
won’t go down well.
So despite the bonhomie of Oscar night, more scabs are about to
be peeled off Hollywood. Problems persist. The Tolkien estate just
sued New Line, a Time Warner company, for not paying one cent of
its share from the billion-dollar-earning Oscar winner Lord of
the Rings. William Faulkner observed: “Hollywood is a place
where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a
ladder.”
Meanwhile, venerable, naked Oscar, still holding that sword in
front of his privates, must be wondering if someone will ever buy
him some pants. With the millions spent on persuading academy
voters who to vote for, surely the studios next year could at least
also send out a gold G-string for him.
Philippe Mora is a Los Angeles-based film director.

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And the (predicted) winners are …

Saturday, March 1st, 2008

IT MAY make some sad and others glad but the most notable thing
about the field of films lining up for Oscars this year is the
grand lack of urgent political films dealing with post-9/11
America.
Filmmakers may have been eager to confront the complexities and
moral turmoil of this troubled era but Oscar voters proved far more
interested in pregnant teens (Juno), greedy oil men
(There Will Be Blood), crooked lawyers (Michael
Clayton), sex dramas from Britain (Atonement) and good
old-fashioned thrillers (No Country for Old Men).
The failure of Redacted, A Mighty Heart, In the
Valley of Elah, Lions for Lambs and Rendition to
attract much notice mirrored their dog-whistle performance at the
box office. Only Tommy Lee Jones for Elah got a nod.
But Oscar’s ability to reflect popular taste has come under fire
in the US, with some commentators arguing that the reason ratings
for the Oscars are waning is because the films they celebrate hark
mostly from the margins of popular culture.
In recent years Oscar has smiled more on smaller, independently
minded films such as Crash and Little Miss Sunshine.
Indeed, the Oscar success of blockbusters such as Titanic
and The Return of the King may have reminded us of a
long-gone time when Oscar did favour big, popular films such as
Ben Hur and My Fair Lady. But in the present film
climate, their Oscar sweeps appear as anomalies.
But Oscar can’t be blamed for this trend.
If anything is at fault, it is a studio system that insists on
making blockbusters that appeal to 12-year-old boys with short
attention spans rather than with the kind of adult quality that
tends to attract serious Oscar attention. That kind of dramatic
maturity resides mostly at the arthouse end of the spectrum.
But soft. Let us now scan over the main categories and pick the
winners.
Easily the surest bet in years is that Daniel Day-Lewis will
take out best actor as the Texan oil man in Paul Thomas Anderson’s
riveting drama There Will Be Blood. The power of his
performance suggests he was not so much cast for the role as cloned
for it.
While Philip Seymour Hoffman is a hoot as the foul-mouthed CIA
blowhard in Charlie Wilson’s War, it is veteran Hal Holbrook
who shall receive the best supporting actor award for his
heartbreaking work in Sean Penn’s Into the Wild %26#151; a de
facto Lifetime Achievement award.
Ellen Page wowed audiences as the pregnant teen in the hit
comedy Juno and Cate Blanchett screamed the paint off the
sets in Elizabeth: The Golden Age but the real contest for
best actress falls between Julie Christie for Away from Her
and Marion Cotillard for her powerhouse turn as Edith Piaf in La
Vie en Rose. And the little sparrow will get it.
Tilda Swinton’s nervous corporate executive in Michael
Clayton must win over Blanchett’s gimmicky turn as Bob Dylan in
the pretentious, overrated I’m Not There. Adapted Screenplay
will go to the superb The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
while original script will be chalked up by Juno.
Best director and film will essentially be a tussle between the
Coen Brothers‘ No Country for Old Men and Anderson’s
There Will Be Blood. Odds are that Anderson will get
director and No Country will take film.
As for the all-important Oscar for best sound editing, it simply
must go to Transformers for getting the sound of giant
robots wrestling in the middle of a busy city street exactly
right.
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