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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Better late than never, right? From Entertainment Weekly (click for full article with a longer list and more commentary).
Birds sing when Adams shows up on screen. In the Disney hit Enchanted, she invigorates what could easily have been just another tired tale of a fairy princess falling into the arms of her prince. Charming without ever being cloying, the actress manages to play a naive, love-struck maiden without once seeming like a dumb sap.
It's not like we didn't think Danson could act. After all, the man was nominated for an Emmy 11 years in a row (winning twice). But that was for Cheers. We knew he could do comedy — who knew he could also do coke with a hooker in a limo while ordering a hit on an innocent witness to his own corporate crime?
A striking beauty, Cotillard shaved her eyebrows and hairline to play Edith Piaf. But the physical transformation is only part of what makes her performance remarkable. Her Piaf is crass, funny, vulnerable — everything that endeared her to her fans.
AMANDA SEYFRIED "Big Love"
To play Sarah, the polygamy-questioning eldest of the Henrickson clan, Seyfried uses her wide eyes to channel inner conflict — whether she's rebelling or lamenting her brother's embrace of ''the principle.''
Hal Holbrook doesn't show up until two-thirds of the way through Into the Wild. By then, the fate of Emile Hirsch's rambling idealist, Chris McCandless, has been all but sealed. Holbrook's triumph is making you believe that if anyone could have saved the young boy from his gypsy death wish, it would have been him. As Ron Franz, a tenderhearted widower searching for a grandson with the same desperation that McCandless was searching for tumbleweed truth, Holbrook caps a brilliant 53-year career.
South by Southwest
It's hard to remember a world without Winehouse, but until this year, the bluesy British songstress was but a beehive and a dream — at least to most Americans. Then came a number of performances at the four-day music showcase South by Southwest that would introduce us to the Amy we know today: shambolic, unpredictable, and — when she was on her game — nearly transcendent.
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
What's most miraculous about Schnabel's The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is what he left off the screen. There's not a soaring violin or maudlin three-hankie moment to be found in this adaptation of a memoir by French editor Jean-Dominique Bauby, who suffered a stroke that robbed him of his ability to move anything but his left eyelid.
Four seasons of "Felicity" taught us that Russell could play adorable coeds better than anyone. But who'd have guessed she could command the big screen with equal grace in a truly grown-up role?
TOMMY LEE JONES
In the Valley of Elah
We've seen tough-cuss military dads in movies, but none quite like Jones' retired MP Hank Deerfield. Tracking his AWOL Iraq-veteran son, Hank creases his pants by stretching them hard over the edge of a motel-room countertop. Killer detail.
There Will Be Blood
Gee, Daniel Day-Lewis giving a great performance — who'dathunkit? At this point, we should just reserve a slot for the guy every year. Still, even if the British Method man hadn't already built a résumé of almost suicidally immersive turns in such films as My Left Foot and In the Name of the Father, his haunting portrayal of a monstrous oil tycoon in Paul Thomas Anderson's There Will Be Blood would be a harrowing achievement.
IRON AND WINE
The Shepherd's Dog
Southern strummer Sam Beam (a.k.a. Iron and Wine) was already a certified star of the indie-folk scene, but he leaped into a whole new realm of creativity with The Shepherd's Dog. Boldly shedding the sleepy sound of his first two efforts, Beam surrounded his imagistic lyrics with the hazy, psychedelic effects and constantly shifting rhythms they deserved. The result was more than just a good Dog — this puppy was downright great.
When Paris Hilton guested on the Sept. 28 Late Show With David Letterman, she may have expected the usual fawning and enabling inquiry into her latest vanity projects (in this case, a fragrance and clothing line). Instead, Letterman — a host gloriously incapable of feigning interest — peppered her with subtly mocking questions about her recent stint in jail, deftly brushing aside her banal sloganeering (''It's made me a stronger person'') and asking for a dissection of her prison menu. When she finally gave a pout, mewing that she didn't want to talk about jail anymore, Letterman — after a perfectly timed pause — fired back, ''This is where you and I are different, because this is all I want to talk about.''
Who's the scariest killer in movies? Hannibal Lecter? The Terminator? As of 2007, it may be Anton Chigurh (pronounced Sha-GUR), the unstoppable hitman played by Bardem in No Country for Old Men. Wearing an unnerving Buster Brown haircut, he gives this stone-cold psychopath a voice that's an exhausted croak, yet in his eyes there's a creepy energy that flares up during acts of murder.
Good God how I loathed this show. Loathed it. They were all soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo serious. Not one laugh in the entire show, ever. I kept hoping for a Very Special Episode where a meteor takes them all out. It never happened. I'm surprised Mike Nichols wanted his name on this crapfest.
James Broderick is (well, was) Matthew Broderick's dad.
Another round of bitchin' artwork. Some contain nudity. All contain copious amounts of suck.
First up, a collection of bad celebrity likenesses. By that I mean both bad celebrities and bad likenesses.