Tuesday, April 21, 2020

See Lin-Manuel Miranda, Emily Blunt Perform 22 Musicals on Corden

Lin-Manuel Miranda and Emily Blunt, the stars of Mary Poppins Returns, joined James Corden in a one-take rendition of 22 musicals. The clip, an edition of The Late Late Shows Roll Call segment, takes on everything from Evita to Chicago to The Wizard of Oz.

The actors, alongside Corden, gamely dressed in black and red sequined outfits, complete with top hats and canes, to test their musical skills in front of a blue screen that rolled through different backdrops. When asked if they were feeling ready, Blunt replied, Not at all before launching into the opening number from Cabaret.

The trio also tapped into some contemporary musicals, including La La Land, during which Blunt donned a yellow dress as Corden, channeling Ryan Gosling, swooped his hair over his forehead. They even took on Mamma Mia and Once, as well as Moulin Rouge.

Of course, no selection of musicals would be complete without the one Miranda and Blunt were there to promote. Midway through the segment Blunt took on her own character in Mary Poppins Returns, albeit while wearing sneakers instead of the nannys stylish garb. To support the new film, the actors performed a few lines of Trip a Little Light Fantastic, one of the movies big musical numbers.

The best moment, though, was a cameo from Kermit The Frog, who joined Corden for a rendition of Rainbow Connection from The Muppet Movie.


See Lin-Manuel Miranda, Emily Blunt Perform 22 Musicals on Corden

Blue Iguana Review: Wannabe Noir Comedy Falls Flat

Sam Rockwell is worth seeing in anything, no matter how dire the circumstances in which the acting dynamo might find himself trapped. But Blue Iguana makes the freshly minted Oscar winner (for his totally worthy performance in Three Billboards) work way too hard to cut through the films blatant stupidity and buffet of clichs. Blue Iguana desperately seeks to be one of those artfully disreputable crime thrillers with a B-movie kick thats hard to resist (think: Jonathan Demmes Something Wild and George Armitages Miami Blues). I think not. Hadi Hajaig, who wrote, directed, produced and edited this hodgepodge, doesnt remotely have what it takes to it pull off that kind of feat.

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Rockwell plays Eddie, a military-trained ex-con working in a Brooklyn diner with his fellow parolee Paul (Ben Schwartz). While Eddie buries his nose in comic books, the two exchange strained banter about life, their time in the slammer and Pauls misguided ambitions to be a filmmaker. Enter Katherine Rookwood, a Brit lawyer played by the captivating Phoebe Fox, who also deserves better than the crumbs Hajaig throws her in place of a script.

The gist: Katherine has a job for them in England, something about a mysterious package she doesnt reveal much about. And suddenly these American fish-out-of-water find themselves in a fine mess involving Londons Natural History Museum, a diamond the titular Blue Iguana stolen from a princess (Frances Barber), a mobster (Peter Polycarpou) and his mulleted, mother-obsessed stooge (Peter Ferdinando). Will Eddie and Paul get that gem back to the princess? Its a good bet you wont give a damn if they do. Every time the script loses it way, which is does constantly, Hajaig lets fly with the ultraviolence. But all the blood-gushing and manic running around cant disguise the fact that Blue Iguana has no there there. You can feel it wishing it were better, but wishing wont make it so.

Rockwell does what he can, trying on an absurd Cockney accent, warbling Billy Ray Cyrus Achy Breaky Heart and working up a flirtation with Fox that is crushingly undeveloped. But Hajaig doesnt trust his actors, thinking it better to cover the senseless action with gratuitous sadism, frenetic editing and a relentless soundtrack of pop hits from the 1970s and 1980s. Rockwell admirers can take comfort from the promising news that hes signed on for a TV series in which hell play Bob Fosse. Blue Iguanaremains a package that should never have been delivered.


Blue Iguana Review: Wannabe Noir Comedy Falls Flat

The Devil and Jamie Lee Curtis

Jamie Lee Curtis walks in the door and is already looking for the exit. Its two weeks before her new Halloween sequel opens, and shes in the middle of a heavy press campaign. Today, shes at AOL Studios in Manhattans Greenwich Village, and theres a mob of fans three people deep scrunched against a barricade outside. Some are singing Halloweens iconic creepy theme music. The actress whisks past them, a vision in red, and settles into a blue velvet chair in her dressing room, asking where the best escape route is. If I go back that way, Ill get booed, she says.

Social media has changed fan culture so much that people feel emboldened and entitled when they see her now. Curtis noticed the shift at a screening she attended in Germany where she walked the press line, met with a young girl and was about to go in to watch the film her three obligations for the event when a group of men started shouting for her to sign their memorabilia. She smiled and said she couldnt, since she hadnt for the young girl shed met with and they started booing her. I got into it with this one guy, Curtis remembers. Wait, Im sorry. Are you booing me? How old are you?' Her voice is loud and stern. And he literally said, In all the time youve been sitting here talking, you could have signed this. I said, Yeah, youre not listening.'

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Such is the life of a natural born scream queen in 2018. In the four decades since John Carpenters low-budget slash-em-up launched her career, leading her to roles in horror flicks like The Fog, Prom Night and Terror Train (before she broke from the genre with Trading Places), Curtis learned how to manage horror-movie fanatics. After all, shes had plenty of training deflecting obsessive men in the four previous times shes portrayed Halloweens protagonist Laurie Strode. (Spoilers follow.) The way she tells it, the character has always been a part of her.

One day, [director] David Gordon Green told me hed recreated the classroom scene in the original, and instead of Michael outside the window, its you, and I said, Oh, thats beautiful,' she recalls. He said, Im trying to remember that classroom scene. And I said, When the teacher calls on Laurie, she goes and Im 60 years old on November 22nd and without skipping a beat Costain wrote that fate was somehow related only to religion, whereas Samuels felt that fate was more like a natural element, like earth, air, fire and water. And the teacher says, Yes, thats right. I remembered it just like that. I know every word Laurie said still. Forty years later, I remember almost everything.

Curtis wasnt looking to reprise the role the way she had when she concocted 1998s Halloween H20: 20 Years Later. She had realized the 20th anniversary was approaching, so she contacted Carpenter and his cowriter and fellow producer on the original film, Debra Hill (since deceased), and asked them to write a script. They declined. She ended up finding a new crew to help her make a generally well-received sequel that picked up where 1981s Halloween II had left off, with Myers stalking his sister, Laurie, to California. That was my idea, she says. Here, it being 2018 and 40 years later didnt even cross my mind.

She got involved this time because her friend, Jake Gyllenhaal, told her that his friend, filmmaker Green, wanted to speak with her about a Halloween sequel. So what made this one stand out? Doesnt she get pitched on Halloween sequels and just roll her eyes at them? No, no, she says. Not at all, actually. What sold her was the screenplays opening scene, in which Strodes granddaughter, Allyson (played by Andi Matichak), walks through town, goes home and opens up a closet like the one Strode hid in in the first one. It reminded her of how she felt in the original. By page three, I was hooked, she says.

She was also sold on how different the story was from the past sequels. Unlike H20, this Halloween picks up after the 1978 original and jettisons all of the mythology concocted in the sequels Myers is not Strodes brother; hes not controlled by the nefarious Cult of Thorn; hes (maybe) not even supernatural. Thank God, Curtis says of the plot changes. The only two dots that needed to get connected were what happened to Laurie Strode in 1978 on October 31st and what happens to her on October 31st, 2018. I thought it the freshest way to tell a new story was to go back to the original. If we had tried to do it the other way, it would have been a mish-mosh.

We just started asking ourselves what made the original movie scary, and we realized its the fact that it could happen to you, says Green a few days later as he road-trips with his fellow Halloween cowriters, Danny McBride and Jeff Fradley, to their old film school in North Carolina. It could be anyone. It could be anywhere. The more specific his mission, targets, ambitions or inspirations were, the less it affected me personally. So if we were going to create this boogeyman, it had to be less motivated.

When Green first approached Curtis, he thought shed say no. Hed already come up with scenarios to move forward without her, such as recasting the mythology (think Batman Begins) or focusing more on Strodes daughter, Karen (Judy Greer). When the star said yes, it was a dream come true for the director, who was obsessed with Michael Myers as a preteen. He copped to feeling a sense of validation the day his father visited the set and saw him working with Curtis and getting approval from Carpenter, who happened to be in town.

Incidentally, Carpenters main feedback for Green & Co. was to keep the story simple. Myers isnt specifically after Strode here; he has the duplicitous Dr. Sartain (a replacement for late actor Donald Pleasances omnipresent Dr. Loomis) guiding him to Strode for a reunion. The Shape remains a cipher. Although he is content picking up a comically large kitchen knife and carving the denizens of fictional Haddonfeld, Illinois, he does conform to a confusing set of ethics here. In one scene, he kills a mother but spares a crying baby (voiced, incidentally, by Curtis). Green cant quite explain it, but it works. I dont know why [Michael] did that, he offers. That wasnt in the script. I was just kind of playing jazz that day. Ill ask Jim, who was playing the Shape in that scene what his thoughts are. But it is an ethical decision from someone that doesnt make many ethical decisions. Thats something Ill have to come up with a better answer for.

Where motivation wasnt a major concern for Myers Hes kind of a nothing character, per the director it was for Strode. Jamie is one of those people you cant just half-say something to, he says. You have to be honest, specific and have intent with what youre talking about. We were trying to honor John Carpenters film. They did that by questioning where Strode would be 40 years later. Carpenter has used the word repressed to describe the character over the years and while Green doesnt quite agree with the word (If thats [his] description of her he says, trailing off) theres a scene in the original where everything changes for Strode.

Jamie and I always speak about a moment at the end of the 1978 film where shes got [the children she was babysitting] Tommy and Lindsey upstairs and she says, Do as I say,' he explains. In that moment, shes transformed from a soft-spoken, slightly timid academic sweetheart into an authoritative, confident figure. We used that as her mantra. Were meeting a woman who said, Do as I say, one night in 1978 and was very empowered by that authority and is comfortable with that confidence.

Curtis said she gave Green only a few notes on her character throughout the process. He thought she would be messy, she says. He had written that when you first met Laurie, her house had dishes in the sink. I said to him, If someone is spending her entire life waiting for one moment with someone, theres a gun right next to her when she sleeps. There are no dishes in the sink, because they would get in the way. Nothing gets in her way.'

Her other suggestion was that when Strode learns of Myers impending release that the character would be drinking strawberry Nesquik. The day I got to Charleston [where the film was shot], there was a knock on my door and a room-service person brought me a glass of strawberry Quik milk with a note from my best friend in Los Angeles, Suzanne Yankovic, saying, I know youre feeling far away from home. I thought this would make you feel better. So when David Gordon Green said, I need Laurie to be doing something the morning of the truck crash, I went, Shes drinking strawberry Quik.'

Curtis says she did in fact need the comfort of Nesquik a treat she grew up drinking because she was purposely lonely on set. To get into character she allowed herself to feel isolated in Charleston. I drove myself everywhere, she says. I lived by myself. I was lonely. I didnt know anybody. I was doing emotional work. I was doing physical work. I was hurting. I was sad all the time. I could literally burst into tears right now thats how fresh and ready the feelings were. I was telling the story of this woman, and it just made me sad, cause her life was so sad. (Asked if she researched how people dealt with trauma, she says, I didnt need to read any books. We all have trauma. When people have trauma, theyre frozen in a moment and are emotionally trapped where they were when the trauma occurred.)

When shes watching Michels release from prison and shes considering whether or not shed try to kill him, theres a sensitive moment where she screams and its a battle cry, Green says. She offered all these beautiful, emotional nuggets that were beyond the page.

Part of the reason why the shoot was so emotional was because of the news cycle. With the #MeToo and #TimesUp movements in full effect when the film was being shot, it was something on all of the creatives minds, and the film represents something important to Curtis because of that: a shift in power dynamics. The key to the movie and to the original Halloween, as well is Strodes reaction to her trauma, something which could apply to all survivors of abuse.

She points to the way women have come out en masse against people like Dr. Larry Nassar, the sexual predator who took advantage of young gymnasts, or Bill Cosby. The women who accused them took the power from the inflictors. She also praises Dr. Christine Ford for speaking out against now-Justice Brett Kavanaugh.

He denied it, and thats fine, she says of Kavanaugh. And there was no official corroborating evidence not to confirm him so they voted him in, but the power shifted. The power shifted with Larry Nassar, whos now in prison. The powers shifted with Bill Cosby, whos in prison. And the power shifted with Harvey Weinstein, whos not in prison yet. And thats where a slasher movie about babysitters has taken on social relevance. And the movie was written before all of that happened, but David, Danny and Jeff understood the power of generational trauma and how its passed down. Its Rashomon. Ending on that serious note, Curtis needs to leave for her next interview. And though shes smiling and says, I could have done that all day, theres a glint in her eye that suggests shell always know where the back exit is.


The Devil and Jamie Lee Curtis

Monday, April 20, 2020

Breaking In Review: Gabrielle Union Is Trapped In a House and One God-Awful Movie

Just in time for Mothers Day, Breaking In gifts moms everywhere with a thrill-free, home-invasion thriller about a mom (Gabrielle Union) wholl stop at nothing to keep four bad guys from killing her two kids. Thats the plot, folks. It never goes any deeper than that, or gets any less predictable. Some have labeled thisTaken for ladies. If only. The listless, leaden acting, writing and direction in this breathtakingly stupid bomb-ola defies audiences to stay conscious through its drag-ass 88 minutes.

Shaun Russell (Union) and her two children teenage Jasmine (Ajiona Alexus) and kid brother Glover (Seth Carr) are taking a trip to Wisconsin. It turns out that Shauns father, who dies in the opening scene, was a master criminal who built this isolated fortress in the Badger State to protect his ill-gotten gains with every high-tech device imaginable. She hasnt seen the bum since childhood, but figures the family mansion should pull a good price on the real-estate market. Her macho husband Justin (Jason George) stays home, mostly because screenwriter Ryan Engle needs to maintain his one-woman-against-the-world scenario. (To call Engles script contrived would be an insult to hacks everywhere. Why takes your kids to a felons hideout?) And get this: The home invaders have cut power to the security system, which only gives them 90 minutes to get the money and get out. Huh? Wouldnt a loss of power trigger a police warning, like, immediately? You dont ask those questions of Breaking In, not if you want to maintain your sanity.

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Director James McTeigue, 13 years out from his one good film (V for Vendetta), uses every trick in the Directing 101 handbook to distract us from idiocy of what were seeing. Nothing works. Wait, we take that back: Union (Think Like a Man) almost makes it fun to watch Shaun, who seems to have been trained as a ninja while growing up. The dudes are no match for this dynamo. She ties up and gags the gangs tech genius, Sam (Levi Meaden), and works on the sympathies of Peter (Mark Furze), the ex-con with the blonde dye job who doesnt believe in killing kids. Their cohort, Duncan (Richard Cabral), is a straight-up psycho with no such scruples. Eddie, the leader of this man pack, is played by Billy Burke with a calm he means to be menacing but mostly it looks like hes dozing, along with the rest of us.

Its Eddie who provides exposition, in a
misguided attempt by the filmmakers to humanize the demons. To persuade Peter to
murder innocents, the boss points out there will be no more 12-hour work days and no more getting
on your knees in a prison shower stall. [Cue aww.] His lackey, meanwhile, is helpful in stating
the obvious Moms dont run, not when
their babies are trapped in the nest and hes not
above complimenting Shaun on her fighting skills: Very impressive for a woman
alone, trapped by strangers. We suspect Eddie knows hes trapped in a
lousy movie and cant wait to break out. Buy a ticket to this dull, dimwitted con
job and youll know the feeling


Breaking In Review: Gabrielle Union Is Trapped In a House and One God-Awful Movie

Oscars Wont Have a Host for First Time in 30 Years

The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences confirmed that the 2019 Oscars will not have an official host, ABC News reports.

The confirmation comes nearly two months after Kevin Hart accepted, and then stepped down, as host of the Oscars after years-old homophobic tweets of his resurfaced online. Hart subsequently apologized to the LGBTQ community, but insisted he had no plans to re-accept the gig, even after previous host Ellen DeGeneres urged the Academy to re-hire him.

In an interview with The Hollywood Reporter, ABC Entertainment president Karey Burke offered some details about what the host-less Oscars would look like. We have a very exciting opener planned, she said. We are not going to go straight into people thanking their agents.

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Burke added that the producers of the Academy Awards decided that not having a host would also help them keep the shows runtime at about three hours (last years ceremony clocked in at three hours and 53 minutes). Without a host, Burke said, the presenters and the movies [will] be the stars. Thats the best way to keep the show to a brisk three hours.

The last time the Oscars went without a host was 30 years ago at the 61st Annual Academy Awards in 1989. The decision was made by producer Allan Carr, who instead leaned on a variety of presenters to move the show along. However, that years show is perhaps best remembered for the notorious opening number Carr staged. In it, Rob Lowe performed a song-and-dance routine with Snow White, centered around a reworked version of Proud Mary that included the cringe-worthy refrain, Rolling, rolling, keep the cameras rolling.

The 2019 Academy Awards will air live February 24th at 8 p.m. ET on ABC.


Oscars Wont Have a Host for First Time in 30 Years

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Docs of the Dead: The Danger of the Late, Great Artist Documentary

Hey, did you see that new documentary? The one about that great performer who died really young? And the other one about the musician/actor/comedian who was tragically taken too soon from us? Yeah, it was really sad you think these talented people have these amazing lives, but I guess some artists are just really tormented by their demons.

If you overheard someone saying the above, what movies would you guess they were talking about? Would they be 2015s one-two punch of Kurt Cobain: Montage of Heck, about the Nirvana frontman who took his own life at age 27, and Amy, the Oscar-winning portrait of acclaimed soul singer Amy Winehouse, who died from alcohol toxicity at age 27? Maybe the person is talking about this springs The Zen Diaries of Garry Shandling, the HBO documentary about the influential, spiritually restless Larry Sanders Show creator who spent his whole life seeking inner peace, dying at 66 from a blood clot in his heart? Or maybe its Whitney, the doc that came out earlier this month about Whitney Houston, who died at age 48 from a combination of drowning, heart disease and cocaine?

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Those aforementioned descriptions could also just as easily apply to Robin Williams: Come Inside My Mind, which chronicles the life and death of the beloved comedian, who committed suicide in August 2014 at the age of 63. Sensitively directed by Marina Zenovich (Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired), the new HBO documentary draws from archival footage and contemporary interviews with Williams friends, family and peers, as well as audio recordings of the man himself discussing his insecurities and drives. Its a sketch of Williams in the abstract, giving us a sense of who he was outside his hit movies and electric public appearances. All the while, the film keeps circling back to a core, cruel irony: For a man who entertained so many, Robin Williams struggled to find happiness.

Come Inside My Mind is a touching, engaging documentary and its also eerily familiar. The films construction, objectives and conclusion dont sound all that different from that of Amy, or Montage of Heck, or Whitney. (It also shares a lot of common ground with the recent slate of I Am nonfiction tributes: 2015s I Am Chris Farley, 2017s I Am Heath Ledger, the upcoming I Am Paul Walker.) And the Williams doc exudes the same bittersweet quality as those other films, each of them expressing the same point: Wasnt it a shame what happened to him/her?

Tolstoy famously observed that, while all happy families are alike, every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. And yet, when capable, compassionate filmmakers tell the stories of those who died, their subjects lives get condensed into the same neat, predictably poignant narrative. Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way, but troubled artists get a one-size-fits-all misery to represent their complicated existence. Are all visionary, anguished performers essentially the same? Or does it help us, the audience, if we believe that?

Lets start by stating what should be obvious: Each of these movies is an effective and affecting piece of work, the labor of filmmakers who approached their subject matter with clear sympathy, often because of an emotional connection to the deceased. Zen Diaries director Judd Apatow had known Shandling most of his life, getting his start in comedy thanks to his mentor. Amys Asif Kapadia took on the Winehouse project in part to lament how society feasts on celebrities public misery. And yet the similarity of all these films compassion their shared sad shrug at what these artists failed to reconcile within themselves cant help but start to feel numbingly repetitive and occasionally, even lazy or cynical.

On one level, these documentaries cookie-cutter construction is understandable, conveying the universal shock and confusion that occurs in the wake of an artists untimely death. Just like these subjects fans, the films are sifting through the pieces, trying to comprehend unfathomable tragedy. Not surprisingly, then, many of these posthumous portraits play as investigations, hoping to offer an explanation for what led to the tragedy. These works dont stoop to condense the complexity of a life into a Rosebud-like ah-ha! moment, but predictable harbingers of future woe usually pop up. Sometimes, phenomenal early success makes the performer rich and famous, which only exacerbates their most self-destructive qualities, especially around controlled substances (Montage of Heck, Amy). Routinely, childhood traumas in the case of Shandling, a dead brother; in the case of Houston, sexual abuse determine the performers destiny, leaving them permanently broken. In Come Inside My Mind, the answers arent quite as clear-cut: Those around Williams paint him as a brilliant, explosive comic who was very quiet and reflective in private, as if he needed to recharge his battery before his next assault of a stand-up stage or talk-show appearance.

No matter the subjects individual fate either death by ones own hand or through chemicals or poor health these movies position the artists demise as the storys looming, mournful inevitability. As a result, the performers passing carries more weight than any of their accomplishments. Thats especially true if the death is still fresh: In Zen Diaries and Come Inside My Mind, interview subjects sometimes fight back tears. (Williams Mork & Mindy costar Pam Dawber cant even talk about his suicide.)

For friends and fans alike, that trauma can be an emotional wound that never cauterizes. (Montage of Heck memorably opens with Nirvana bassist Krist Novoselic, decades removed from Cobains suicide, still grappling with the loss.) But by positioning their films as well-meaning, sentimental tributes, these directors can do a disservice by emphasizing their subjects death above all else. Its common in such docu-biographies to close with the performers passing, lingering on its sadness before offering one last hopeful message about the persons lasting legacy. And while that tug-of-war between grief and happy reminiscences will be recognizable to anyone coping with loss in their own lives, these movies default resolution tactic can come across as codified, even glib.

An exception to this tendency illustrates the wisdom in shaking up the formula. In Montage of Heck, Morgen doesnt end with Cobains suicide, instead closing the film with the musicians galvanizing performance of Where Did You Sleep Last Night from MTV Unplugged, recorded about six months before he shot himself. Rather than succumbing to the tragic-death-of-an-artist trope, Morgen allows Cobain a final moment of glory as he bracingly turns an old folk tune in a personal, riveting statement of romantic anguish.

Instead of encasing his subject in gooey amber, Morgen finds a way to let him be eternal, presenting the rawness and contradictions of Cobains artistry which was always full of such rage and tenderness as his true final will and testament. Montage of Heck doesnt offer a benign fare-thee-well: It celebrates Cobain as if he was as alive now as he ever was.

Which, for the greatest artists, is always the case. When Whitney commemorates Houstons exceptional rendition of The Star-Spangled Banner at the 1991 Super Bowl, the moment remains so startling that the tear-stained tone does nothing to diminish its power. Houstons transcendent singing wont allow anything, not even her own death, to upstage that performance. Its one of the few opportunities in the film where we feel like we really see Whitney which is odd since the documentary offers so much behind-the-scenes footage from her personal life.

But this is an illusion many of these docu-biographies try to sell: the notion that intimate videos provide a realer portrait of the artist than what we knew of their public selves. Come Inside My Mind has ample access to Williams outtakes and home movies, using them as a guide to the authentic Robin. Zenovich doesnt approach this strategy in a disingenuous way, but the familiar contours of Minds narrative pairing behind-the-scenes footage with famous clips from his movies encourage the audience to adopt a voyeuristic, almost judgmental attitude toward celebrities. Look at the parts of themselves they hid from us all along!

The respectful approach of so many of these films actually rob death of its sting, producing carefully manicured reproductions of grieving. While it may simply be a question of access or timing, many of these directors offer after-the-fact portrayals of legendary figures, mourning at a comfortable remove, complete with polished talking-head interviews and anodyne soundtracks. (This formal strategy is the one aspect these movies share with this summers biggest documentary smash, the nostalgic, cheery and persuasive portrait of Fred Rogers, Wont You Be My Neighbor?) Compare these films to the unflinching depiction of mortality illustrated in 2014s Life Itself, in which Hoop Dreams director Steve James spends time chronicling Roger Ebert, only realizing once the project began how close to death the film critic was. Life Itself is moving, but its also honest about illness Ebert was diagnosed with cancer in 2002 and passed away in 2013 without trying to prettify the anguish. For all the pain in so many recent tragic-artist documentaries, they dont have nearly as much brutal candor about what its like to be close to the end as Life Itself does.

Anyone tuning in to Come Inside My Mind for a warm look back at Robin Williams life and career wont be disappointed. Its an honorable tearjerker thats informative and thoughtful. But as much as it makes you reflect on Williams life, it may also make you think about Amy Winehouses. Or Kurt Cobains. Or Garry Shandlings. These documentarians want us to go beyond their subjects media image to understand who they were as people. But they tell their stories in a way that feels prepackaged, letting the humanity take a backseat to a familiar, maybe even comforting narrative of tormented geniuses who flew too close to the sun. We want to learn more about the artists who shaped our lives, but something remains unknowable about their greatness and their demons. These flawed, searching documentaries are our meager attempt at making peace with that irreducible truth.


Docs of the Dead: The Danger of the Late, Great Artist Documentary

Ant-Man and the Wasp Trailer: Paul Rudd, Evangeline Lilly Battle Quantum Realm

Paul Rudd returns to reprise his Ant-Man role with a new villain, new partner and some surprising teammates in the new trailer for Marvels Ant-Man and the Wasp.

In the sequel to 2015s Ant-Man, Rudd and his crime-fighting partner, the Wasp (Evangeline Lilly), team with her dad, Dr. Hank Pym (Michael Douglas), who created her supersuit. They battle a ghost-like creature and others after her mom (Michelle Pfeiffer) disappears into the alternate universe Quantum Realm.

In the new trailer, Rudd and Lilly shrink and grow (in Rudds case, he becomes a massive 65 feet) while fighting their foes: Rudd turns a truck into a skateboard as he kicks away cars, and Lilly transforms a salt shaker into a giant deadly weapon in the action-filled clip. Theyve also banded with a group of burglars headed by Michael Peas character, who previously stole Pyms tech.

Newcomer to the franchise Laurence Fishburne also makes an appearance in the trailer, where he discusses working on a project called Goliath. The Peyton Reed-directed Ant-Man and the Wasp opens in theaters on July 6th.


Ant-Man and the Wasp Trailer: Paul Rudd, Evangeline Lilly Battle Quantum Realm