With his good looks, Liev Schreiber (TV's Ray Donovan) seems born to play an astronaut. In Magnet Releasing's The Last Days on Mars, he finally gets the chance. As chief systems officer Vincent Campbell, he's part of Aurora's six-month mission on the red planet with only 19 hours left to go before heading home. What could go wrong?
According to The Slumber Party Massacre, young women love to have group sleepovers so fun that the girls don't have the good sense to leave the house when their party is crashed by the arrival of a drill-wielding serial killer.
We vilify people for bad behavior in real life, yet celebrate it in our entertainment, particularly on the small screen. When the results are as strong as the current crop, all new (or new-ish) to DVD and/or Blu-ray, why question the disconnect?
Prior to his Spider-Man trilogy, director Sam Raimi cut his superhero-movie teeth on 1990's Darkman, a character of his own creation. Although it's clearly not the most polished of his works, the summer sleeper plays even better as the years tick by. Look no further than Shout! Factory's colorful re-release on Blu-ray.
Someday, celebrity cyclist Lance Armstrong may regret hiring Oscar-winning director Alex Gibney to document his 2009 "comeback," but I doubt it. As The Armstrong Lie demonstrates time and again for two mostly gripping hours, the athlete is still unable to tell the whole truth and nothing but.
I've literally waited 30 years to catch "Comin' at Ya!," a 3-D spaghetti
Western whose R rating in 1981 made it impossible for the 10-year-old
me to see in theaters. I'm kind of glad I didn't see it then or on home
video, because seeing it at the Alamo in a brand-new, digitally restored
cut has to be the best way.
With a minimum of dialogue — some 70 lines, according to actor/producer
Tony Anthony — the action/adventure plays out a simple, standard revenge
story of a guy (Anthony, "Treasure of the Four Crowns") searching for
his kidnapped wife (Victoria Abril, "Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down!") amid the
Old West. None of that matters compared to the best use of 3-D in cinema
history, because every shot was designed
specifically to break that fourth wall. So many things go right into the
audience's collective face: bats, snakes, guns, flaming arrows, even a
It would've made for one of the most memorable theatrical experiences of
my life, if not for the bonehead who sat directly next to me. Before a
frame even had flickered, he was extremely demanding to the waitress who
hadn't yet had a chance to screw up. He then plopped back into the seat
and stuck his elbow well into my side and left it there. He also burped
openly, exhaled it, and not just once, but all through the next two
hours. He slurped up two large Cokes before the opening credits were
finished, licked the plastic container of his salad dressing clean,
chewed pizza as if it were his last meal, laughed so loud it sounded
forced, and generally acted as if he were alone in his living room.
Sadly, this behavior was not limited to this screening. All of the films
I caught were rife with people like this, just not all wrapped into one
miserable person. You'd think a film festival would attract people
respectful, if not wholly reverent, of the filmgoing experience, but no.
I guess these socially awkward ones don't get out much. As my friend
who's attended many FFs since its inception said, "I'm completely over
the whole audience. They've turned me off the whole thing. Way different
than it was in the early days."
But again, "Comin' at Ya!": A re-release of the film is coming soon,
starting in Texas, so hopefully Oklahoma City will be on its to-wow
list. If so, you gotta go freak out your retinas. —Rod