Archive for November, 2010
Signs are appearing that my childhood may be about to get the cinematic treatment it deserves. Not just Pooh, but also this:
Yup, that’s one of the first glimpses of Steven Spielberg’s ‘The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn’, due out in late 2011. Spielberg is directing, with none other than Peter Jackson overseeing WETA’s CGI mocap animation over the live-action footage. Tintin is played by Jamie Bell, with Andy Serkis in for Captain Haddock (though rumours persist that Jackson originally preferred Serkis for the role of Snowy).
Plus there’s ‘Dredd’, due out some time in 2012, bringing 2000AD’s leading lawman back to the screen fifteen years after he was dragged through the dirt by Sly Stallone et al. With nothing but what I’ve heard on the grapevine to go on the jury’s definitely still out.
Sarah Palin has just released what is, to all intents and purposes, a commercial for herself.
In it she uses the striking and no-in-any-way-hackneyed imagery of Mount Rushmore, the Marlboro Man and a big yellow truck to articulate her forward-looking vision for America, as well as doing some good work in ensuring that the various ethnic minorities the Tea Party are committed to marginalising appear looking not-in-the-slightest-bit-marginalised-whatsoever.
I’m no expert, but I’m thinking she might be shaping up for a run at the big one. Which is fine, In a way she’d be the perfect candidate. Huge swathes of America already contemplated the spectre of Palin being a heartbeat away from the big red button, and did the right thing – I don’t doubt for a second that they’d do it again, no matter how bitter their disillusionment in the wake of the Obamagasm.
I’ll be watching it closely here though, I had waaay too much fun with the McCain Palin ticket not to get my Election 12 tag out at the first opportunity. So here it is. Along with a reminder of exactly the kind of people Mrs Palin speaks for. And their friends. And, when they feel like flouting federal law, their employees.
I can’t claim that as my own – it’s the exquisitely apt title of the book Aron Ralston wrote about his experience in Bluejohn Canyon.
If you don’t know the story, all the better, because Danny Boyle (SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE et al) has made it into a film starring James Franco and The Rock (shouldn’t that be ‘a rock’?– Ed.) a poster for which has just been released:
It’s far from being my favourite poster of recent times, bit it looks hand-down (‘hands-down, surely? — Ed.) like my kind of movie. I’d have given my right arm for a chance to see it closing the LFF. (Ok enough now — Ed.) I’d even go out on a limb and…
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