Vacancy - A capably-executed thriller, Vacancy proves to be quite watchable despite its overly familiar plot. A youngish couple gets stranded in the sticks and stumbles upon a sketchy, rundown motel. The creepy manager is played by Frank Whaley, who you may remember as the Kahuna Burger guy who gets blown away by Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction. What I'm going to say next shouldn't even classify as a spoiler because it's so obvious (plus the trailer gave it away): Whaley's manager has video cameras hidden in all the motel rooms so that he can shoot snuff films. Luke Wilson and Kate Beckinsale prove to be less than willing participants (shocker). Running, hiding, and screaming ensue. Is Vacancy scary? Meh. Is it entertaining? Enough to be worth the rental fee. I'm still not convinced that Luke Wilson can act, but he, Beckinsale, and Whaley do a fine job of carrying this movie. Note to self: If your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, sleep in your car. 2 PB Jars
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Thriller Triple Feature
There's no better way to pump some adrenaline into the dog days of summer than a cold beverage and a suspenseful movie (or three) from Blockbuster…
Premonition - On Wednesday, Sandra Bulluck's husband dies in a car accident. She wakes up the next day and he's drinking coffee in the kitchen. She wakes up the next day and her husband is dead again and his funeral is that afternoon. If you are intrigued, rent this movie. If you couldn't care less, go with Vacancy. How's that for a concise movie review? 1.5 PB Jars
The Number 23 - Since achieving stardom with Ace Ventura, Jim Carrey is batting around .250 in serious roles. Most recently he hit a home run with Eternal Sunshine (or so I've heard), so I shouldn't have expected another hit when I rented The Number 23. I really, really wanted to like this movie, but I found much of it boring. I generally enjoy quasireligious gothic thrillers, but this film hardly qualifies. To illustrate, here's a quick synopsis: Walter Sparrow (Carrey) begins reading a book called "The Number 23." The narrator's life bears remarkable similarities to his own - though the narrator is a detective. Director Joel Schumacher provides noirish cut scenes of Sparrow imaging himself acting out the events of the book. (Carrey is laughable as a hard-boiled detective.) Sparrow adopts the narrator's obsession with the number 23, finding myriad ways to make names, addresses, and dates add up to this supposedly diabolic number. (Two divided by three equals .666.) Somehow he becomes convinced that the "cursed" number will provoke him to kill his wife… buh? To reiterate, I love movies like The Omen, Rosemary's Baby, and even The Ninth Gate -- but The Number 23 definintely does not live up to these psychological thrillers. 1 PB Jar
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Two days till Rob Zombie's Halloween re-make hits theaters. Now there's a thriller that should earn 3 PB Jars! *
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Snakes on an ESPN
The Convergence of Hollywood, Bristol, and Fantasy Football
by Peanut
What do Samuel L. Jackson, Howie "Stump the" Schwab, and yours truly have in common?
We were all at ESPN's Bristol campus on Monday morning. Now granted, I didn't get to meet the star of Deep Blue Sea in person, nor did I have the chance to grill the Schwab with random sports trivia questions. (I did catch a glimpse of him waddling across the parking lot toward his car, however.) But I knew I was in their presence all the same, and I got to thinking about the recent convergence of Hollywood, pro sports, and MySpace in American culture.
Pro athletes have certainly walked the Hollywood red carpets for years, but only in the past decade or so have film actors and TV personalities made their presence known in the sporting world. From the MTV "Rock & Jock B-Ball Jam" (Duchovny's got mad game, btw) to the ESPY Awards (hosted by Jackson and other A-list celebrities), the entertainment and sports worlds have truly become intertwined. It was prophetic that Bill Rasmussen named his fledgling cable network the "Entertainment and Sports Programming Network" when it launched back in 1979. His original idea was to create a regional network dedicated to UConn Huskies and Hartford Whalers coverage. Little did he know that, within 30 years, Hollywood stars would be dropping by his isolated Connecticut headquarters to appear on morning sports shows.
Last night I tuned into ESPN's "SportsCenter Fantasy Draft Special," expecting an all-star cast of NFL experts -- guys like John Clayton, Chris Mortensen, and Sal "I'm Not A City In Texas" Paolantonio. Mort was there, along with fellow ESPN regular Michael A. Smith and a handful of former NFL all-pros and all-wastes-of-space. (Sean Salisbury, I'm looking in your direction.) The real shocker, though, was the inclusion of actor Jerry O'Connell. That's right: Jerry...freakin'...O'Connell. I'm supposed to be getting fantasy draft tips from the star of Tomcats? Does playing a bit role in Jerry Maguire really qualify you for NFL expert status?
Okay, in all honesty, I was not offended by Jerry O'Connell's participation in this rather ridiculous televised event.* He demonstrated at least a rudimentary understanding of fantasy football, which cannot be said for Michael Smith. (Smith didn't draft a running back till Round 4, which is how he got stuck with Marion Barber and rookie Adrian Peterson as his starting RBs. Michael, your Boston Globe writing gig and substitute role on the Mike & Mike radio show don't excuse you from taking a nationally-televised fantasy draft seriously.) And for all I know, O'Connell really is an avid fantasy football player, not just a struggling actor with nothing better to do than be referred to as "Kush" on national TV by a guy with the equally ridiculous (real) name of Trey Wingo.
The point is that Hollywood celebrities are just as obsessed with sports as the hoi poloi; they're just more likely to show up on TV while discussing or playing sports. Ah, but that's where the fantasy football boom and Howie Schwab come in. You and I don't have to have Snakes on a Plane on our resumes in order to be fantasy commissioners. You and I don't have to be married to Rebecca Romijn in order to have people listen to us opine on the merits of drafting Larry Johnson with the 3rd overall pick. The Samuel L. Jacksons and Jerry O'Connells of the world are just visitors in the land of Fantasy Sports, where the Stat Freak is king. Lest ye think that fantasy football is just some dumb fad: 14 million Americans (and growing) will play fantasy football this year, with an estimated cost of $435m in lost work productivity.**
In the world of blogging, YouTubing, and fantasy football strategizing, guys like Howie Schwab rub elbows with guys like Jerry O'Connell...and then take home their league's championship prize. What does it all mean? Your guess is as good as mine, but it sure sounds like the forces of democratization are at work. Hollywood used to be the refuge of the rich and famous, but now at least some of the stars are falling to earth -- for a 5-minute interview on SportsCenter, or a chance to draft LT. Anyway, I've done enough ranting for today, so I'm going to finish listening to this fantasy football podcast on the way to Blockbuster to rent Tomcats.
* Check out this site to see what made the ESPN SportsCenter Fantasy Draft so ridiculous:
http://winningtheturnoverbattle.blogspot.com/2007/08/worst-draft-ever.html
by Peanut
What do Samuel L. Jackson, Howie "Stump the" Schwab, and yours truly have in common?
We were all at ESPN's Bristol campus on Monday morning. Now granted, I didn't get to meet the star of Deep Blue Sea in person, nor did I have the chance to grill the Schwab with random sports trivia questions. (I did catch a glimpse of him waddling across the parking lot toward his car, however.) But I knew I was in their presence all the same, and I got to thinking about the recent convergence of Hollywood, pro sports, and MySpace in American culture.
Pro athletes have certainly walked the Hollywood red carpets for years, but only in the past decade or so have film actors and TV personalities made their presence known in the sporting world. From the MTV "Rock & Jock B-Ball Jam" (Duchovny's got mad game, btw) to the ESPY Awards (hosted by Jackson and other A-list celebrities), the entertainment and sports worlds have truly become intertwined. It was prophetic that Bill Rasmussen named his fledgling cable network the "Entertainment and Sports Programming Network" when it launched back in 1979. His original idea was to create a regional network dedicated to UConn Huskies and Hartford Whalers coverage. Little did he know that, within 30 years, Hollywood stars would be dropping by his isolated Connecticut headquarters to appear on morning sports shows.
Last night I tuned into ESPN's "SportsCenter Fantasy Draft Special," expecting an all-star cast of NFL experts -- guys like John Clayton, Chris Mortensen, and Sal "I'm Not A City In Texas" Paolantonio. Mort was there, along with fellow ESPN regular Michael A. Smith and a handful of former NFL all-pros and all-wastes-of-space. (Sean Salisbury, I'm looking in your direction.) The real shocker, though, was the inclusion of actor Jerry O'Connell. That's right: Jerry...freakin'...O'Connell. I'm supposed to be getting fantasy draft tips from the star of Tomcats? Does playing a bit role in Jerry Maguire really qualify you for NFL expert status?
Okay, in all honesty, I was not offended by Jerry O'Connell's participation in this rather ridiculous televised event.* He demonstrated at least a rudimentary understanding of fantasy football, which cannot be said for Michael Smith. (Smith didn't draft a running back till Round 4, which is how he got stuck with Marion Barber and rookie Adrian Peterson as his starting RBs. Michael, your Boston Globe writing gig and substitute role on the Mike & Mike radio show don't excuse you from taking a nationally-televised fantasy draft seriously.) And for all I know, O'Connell really is an avid fantasy football player, not just a struggling actor with nothing better to do than be referred to as "Kush" on national TV by a guy with the equally ridiculous (real) name of Trey Wingo.
The point is that Hollywood celebrities are just as obsessed with sports as the hoi poloi; they're just more likely to show up on TV while discussing or playing sports. Ah, but that's where the fantasy football boom and Howie Schwab come in. You and I don't have to have Snakes on a Plane on our resumes in order to be fantasy commissioners. You and I don't have to be married to Rebecca Romijn in order to have people listen to us opine on the merits of drafting Larry Johnson with the 3rd overall pick. The Samuel L. Jacksons and Jerry O'Connells of the world are just visitors in the land of Fantasy Sports, where the Stat Freak is king. Lest ye think that fantasy football is just some dumb fad: 14 million Americans (and growing) will play fantasy football this year, with an estimated cost of $435m in lost work productivity.**
In the world of blogging, YouTubing, and fantasy football strategizing, guys like Howie Schwab rub elbows with guys like Jerry O'Connell...and then take home their league's championship prize. What does it all mean? Your guess is as good as mine, but it sure sounds like the forces of democratization are at work. Hollywood used to be the refuge of the rich and famous, but now at least some of the stars are falling to earth -- for a 5-minute interview on SportsCenter, or a chance to draft LT. Anyway, I've done enough ranting for today, so I'm going to finish listening to this fantasy football podcast on the way to Blockbuster to rent Tomcats.
* Check out this site to see what made the ESPN SportsCenter Fantasy Draft so ridiculous:
http://winningtheturnoverbattle.blogspot.com/2007/08/worst-draft-ever.html
Here's an excerpt: "Watching these 'experts' do a fantasy draft is like watching a dating advice show hosted by Screech and Bill Nye the Science Guy."
** "Fantasy football costs businesses $435M in lost productivity," Sacramento Business Journal 22 Aug. 2007, <http://www.bizjournals.com/sacramento/stories/2007/08/20/daily30.html>.
** "Fantasy football costs businesses $435M in lost productivity," Sacramento Business Journal 22 Aug. 2007, <http://www.bizjournals.com/sacramento/stories/2007/08/20/daily30.html>.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Superbad = Supergood
After 4 months of sporadic online bickering, B. and I finally had the chance to view and discuss a movie in person. We picked a good one for a post-hangover Sunday evening: Superbad, starring Michael Cera of "Arrested Development" and Jonah Hill of Knocked Up. Great flick, though like most comedies I've seen in the past year, I felt like the hilarious first half gave way to a slower/sappier conclusion. I'll give this film an enthusiastic 2.5 PB Jars and open it up to B. and our faithful readers to share their own thoughts...
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