“Grace”: Yet another movie about zombie babies. Give it a rest, Hollywood! http://tinyurl.com/92az2v
Archive for January 20th, 2009
James Rocchi is on a Twitter vow of silence, but just so you know, right now he’s sitting in the Yarrow lobby.
“Push” pushes it real good: http://tinyurl.com/9jaub9
Sundance Diary Day 5: http://tinyurl.com/8njswa
Speaking of dead inside, apparently Emperor Cheney’s powers are diminishing in the waning hours of his tyranny.
Pixar-hating critic is Ray Greene of BoxOffice.com. Very nice, smart guy, enjoyed chatting with him. He’s just dead inside, that’s all.
Day 5 (Monday, Jan. 19)
I didn’t mention this before because I was hoping it would prove to be a non-issue, but now it’s gone too far. There is someone else in the Sundance press corps who has the same laugh as my pal Erik Childress. I heard it during “Humpday” and again last night during “Paper Heart,” and Childress wasn’t at either one. When I hear it, I try to look around and see who it’s coming from, but I’ve been unable to identify the source.
I heard it — Erik’s Chuckleganger — again today at my first screening, “Big Fan.” This is a somewhat dark comedy about an obsessive New York Giants fan, played by Patton Oswalt, who gets into an altercation with his quarterback idol that results in the QB being benched — which means the fan has unwittingly sabotaged his favorite team. It’s a solid film that mocks sports obsession specifically but is just as applicable to other obsessive types (coughmoviegeekscough).
In addition to the impostor Childress, this screening also contained several beautiful French women. I don’t know if they were journalists or what, but they traveled in pairs, going so far as to ask someone to move so they could sit together. Since they were beautiful and French, no one had a problem with that. I was slightly annoyed by the pair who sat right next to me and whispered Frenchly to each other during the film, but perhaps one had to explain some of the nuances of Patton Oswalt’s performance to the other one. I would have shushed them, but I don’t know how to say “Shh!” in French. The glare-accompanied-by-throat-clearing apparently is not a universal language.