One of the most anticipated films in development has just lost one of the most gifted directors in the business. After the innumerable delays mostly stemming from MGM's hardships Guillermo Del Toro has decided it's time to move on. "The Hobbit" needs a director.
In statements released to The OneRing on Sunday both Del Toro and Peter Jackson explained what happened. Here is Del Toro in his own words: “In light of ongoing delays in the setting of a start date for filming 'The Hobbit,' I am faced with the hardest decision of my life. After nearly two years of living, breathing and designing a world as rich as Tolkien’s Middle Earth, I must, with great regret, take leave from helming these wonderful pictures. I remain grateful to Peter, Fran and Philippa Boyens, New Line and Warner Brothers and to all my crew in New Zealand. I’ve been privileged to work in one of the greatest countries on earth with some of the best people ever in our craft and my life will be forever changed. The blessings have been plenty, but the mounting pressures of conflicting schedules have overwhelmed the time slot originally allocated for the project. Both as a co-writer and as a director, I wlsh the production nothing but the very best of luck and I will be first in line to see the finished product. I remain an ally to it and its makers, present and future, and fully support a smooth transition to a new director." Read More...
I'm writing this from JFK airport as I'm about to journey to the second leg of what will be a three city tour with the cast of "Get Him to the Greek"--namely Russell Brand, Jonah Hill, and Sean Combs. You see, the comedy plays very much as a road movie crossed with "My Favorite Year," so I'm hitting three of the towns visited in "Greek": NYC (not too hard since I live there), Las Vegas, and LA.
"My Favorite Year" may have had Peter O'Toole, but as I recall no one stole scenes with the fervor that Sean "Diddy" Combs does in this. I know. I was shocked too. But trust me, pound for pound he's delivered the funniest performance of the year so far.
I sat down with Diddy yesterday and he gave me a sense of what's to come in our travels together. Stay tuned. Vegas is next!
A few months ago I did a foolish thing and showed off my creepily spot on Jar Jar Binks impression for Ewan McGregor. I'm pretty sure in that one moment I reminded him why taking the "Star Wars" films is not all ewok dances and Chewbacca hugs.
I'm not exactly ready for a Vegas show but I do have one or two other strange voices in my vocal range. So when I sat down with "MacGruber" star Val Kilmer the other day I knew it was now or never. Exit Josh Horowitz. Enter Willow Ufgood. Would Val strike me? Embrace me? Proclaim that he is still the greatest swordsman who ever lived? Watch and see.
You can conjure up a lot of adjectives to describe me, but smooth surely is not one of them. Still, I'm relatively good, in my humble opinion, at thinking on my feet, mixing it up with the beautiful and well compensated Hollywood elite. That being said, every once in awhile I say something really stupid that makes me want to die. It just so happens that the latest incident of this came in the company of the lovely and talented Scarlett Johansson.
A little context--I did a whole slew of back to back interviews with the cast of "Iron Man 2" last week and truly was sick as a dog for all of them. Not an excuse, just context. So there I am trying not to impart some kind of monkey pox virus on Ms. va-va-voom and this pearl of a question comes out of my mouth. Honestly, I have no idea what I was asking. Watch and squirm and forgive me if you can.
Would you be able to keep it together in front of Scarlett? Who do you think is sassier, Josh or Scarlett?
The last time MTV News caught up with Corey Haim in July of 2007 he seemed by most accounts to be in a pretty good place. Everything is relative of course. Haim wasn’t exactly on top of the world. But he was back in the public eye, and for the first time in a long while he was clearly relieved it wasn’t related to bad news.
He was promoting “The Two Coreys,” a show that A&E was calling a reality/hybrid at the time. The truth is whatever it was, it certainly captured a fair amount of the reality of Haim and Feldman’s oddball relationship. Inextricably linked since their heyday in the '80s, the two were forever wrestling with what they meant to each other. Throughout my interview with Haim he called Feldman both a brother and a backstabber. I’d accuse him of playing up the rift at the time for the benefit of the cameras but that clearly wasn’t who Haim was. If I had to sum up the 40 plus minute interview he gave us that day in one word it would be: raw.
He was by turns goofy, melancholy, resigned, optimistic and open. His speech was odd, affected seemingly by his years of self-abuse. Truthfully it took me watching the tape afterwards to decipher some of what he was talking about (a particularly bizarre exchange involved his description of how lost so much weight, “watermelon and the disc,” he said—that’s Frisbee you see). Read More...
If you want get some bang for your DVD buying buck you could do a lot worse than purchasing the brand spanking new “Clint Eastwood: 35 Films 35 Years At Warner Brothers.” Frankly I’ve been a little overwhelmed since getting one in the mail from our friends at WB. As the name promises this is a nearly definitive collection of one of the all time greats.
Sure you’re missing some classics (look elsewhere for the Leone collaborations) but these 18 discs cover just about everything else. The "Dirty Harry" flicks. The absurdly productive recent years (the collection culminates with “Gran Torino”). The one that made it all right to cry at a Clint film (“The Bridges of Madison County”) and the film that still stands as one of the best ever in my humble opinion, “Unforgiven.” Read More...
Has it become cool to like Jar Jar Binks yet? Has enough time passed? Enough hate dispensed? We can all look back at that idiotic doofus sidekick now and have a laugh now, right? No? Didn't think so.
Well I for one have always enjoyed Jar Jar. From his borderline racism to his seeming to have the IQ of a celery stalk, there's just something special about that guy. And the voice. Oh the voice. For years you see I've had a secret talent, a completely useless one like the best talents. I can do a pretty awesome Jar Jar voice. I've interviewed Ewan McGregor a few times over the years but I never had the courage/bad judgment to demonstrate my ability for him. Until the other day... when I threw caution to the wind. Watch and recoil as Ewan comes face to face with Jar Jar Binks one more time.
The MTV News Sundance gang is back in the office sifting through upwards of 70 interviews. Some were good. Some were funny. But none were as memorable as this one. Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams star in the heartbreaking drama "Blue Valentine." It's a shattering look at a very intimate relationship between two people who just can't connect.
You might think the conversation with the two thespians would mirror the drama. Oh, but you couldn't be more wrong. Watch below as I open my heart to Ryan Gosling in the opening moments of our chat and he educates me about a very particular kind of self-gratification. Dirty amazing stuff. Ryan Gosling just soared to the upper echelon of my favorite interviewee list.
Sex, drugs, rock n' roll and the girls from "Twilight"?!? Don't have too big a laugh though because Kristen Stewart and most especially Dakota Fanning rock the house with the best of them in "The Runaways," an electrifying if formulaic account of the brief rise and fall of the titular band.
Forget the executive producer credit for Joan Jett, the true telling credit for the film is where director Floria Sigismondi found her source material--lead singer Cherie Currie's memoir.
Indeed, "The Runaways" is owned and just about swallowed up by Fanning's riveting portrayal of the singer (not too dissimilar from the way Currie overwhelmed the group). First glimpsed as a teen literally transforming into a woman, this is the performance that seems sure to launch Fanning into a new thrilling phase of her career. From a sulking broodish David Bowie enthusiast to a howling rock goddess Fanning sells sells sells. I'd watch that band. Hells yeah. Read More...
The beats are alive and well thanks to a soaring performance by James Franco in the Sundance opener, "Howl." Debuting to a predictably packed house at the Eccles theater in Park City, writer/directors Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman unveiled their ode to the late Allen Ginsberg in a 90-minute mash-up of black and white, color, cartoon, and archival footage.
While not a standard issue biopic, "Howl" ably traverses some of the key points in the poet's life--namely the 1957 obscenity trial surrounding his most famous work. Zigzagging through time, the film is essentially narrated by Ginsberg himself through recreations of interviews, court transcripts, and most notably his powerful reading of "Howl." Read More...