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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

AFI Dallas...Bogdanovich director's cut of "Texasville" a bust! Career slide for arrogrant filmmaker eminent...







In tandem with an appearance at a Texas Day Film celebration sponsored by AFI Dallas - celebrated Director Peter Bogdanovich elected to screen a sloppy director's cut of Texasville - a film that bombed at the box office a couple of decades ago.

"Bog" obviously never heard of the expression "let sleeping dogs lie".

The overly-long - big yawn of-a-sprawling desert mess - was served up to an eager audience by way of a poor quality laser disc - which required a couple of tacky intermission breaks.

The much-anticipated event - ballyhooed by the press and film buffs alike - turned out to be an embarrassment to the aging Lothario - and resulted in a fall from grace.

The "jerry-rigged" (Bog's expression, not mine) presentation signalled to many that Bogdanovich's once-illustrious career was now on a downward spiral.

Occasionally, when a film turns out to be a stinker at the box office, a director is inclined to blame the studio for the unhappy end scenario that befell the project.

Typically, filmmakers point an accusing finger at the "suits" that backed (then later, sabotaged) the production.

"They didn't like me. So, they buried the film," is an oft-used excuse to explain away the truth.

Believe me, if a studio thought they could make big bucks on a film , they would tap into all the well-oiled machinery at their disposal, to promote, sell - and ultimately - shoot for a hefty profit.

Bogdanovich demonstrated - by virtue of his deceitful conduct at the screening - that he runs wild with the pack of snake-oil salesman he wrinkles up his snotty nose at.

At the screening, for instance, he had the audacity to allege that the reason Texasville was a failure (financially and critically) was due to the fact there was a change in administration at the studio.

For this reason - an agreement to run "The Last Picture Show" for a month prior to the release of the sequel "Texasville" (for the sake of continuity, he alleged) - was not honored.

Then, on the heels of this remark, he really put his foot in it.

"They released Texasville on Yon Kipper, so no one would trot down the theatre to catch it," he quipped.

His reasoning?

"Only Jews read. So, of course, fans of the book would miss it because they had to observe the Jewish Holy holiday."

Then, he foolishly stated for the record that he proceeded to delete all references to the well-received "Last Picture Show" in the sequel, to prevent confusion in the minds of an audience he previously claimed didn't exist because of studio shenanigans.

Hogwash!

Angry over the fact he got snubbed by the studio big-wigs, I expect that "Bog" took the action he did to get back at the studio for stabbing him in the front and back.

I witnessed the man's mean streak on the red carpet last week when he levelled it at me personally, so I have no qualms speculating about the obvious.

In a deceitful ploy to pull the wool over the eyes of filmgoers that afternoon, he then spouted off about comments he alleged friends like "Orson Welles" uttered up when "Texasville" was first released.

Unfortunately, when a has-been like "Bog" drops a name these days, it falls with a thud.

Did the director - prone to delusions - honestly expect film buffs to believe that "Orson" compared Texasville to a "gift at Christmas"?

If so, Santa should be strung up by the ba**s and tar 'n feathered!

Surely, he didn't expect any sane individual to accept without question, the misguided auteur's boastings that Orson applauded him for transforming what he first perceived as a "dirty script" into a gem of a film?

Bogdanovich also asserted to his rapt audience that Annie Potts confided that her role in the Texas - um - pot-boiler (!) was the best she was ever given a stab at.

Poor baby, the pickings must be slim!

His shocking lack of discretion astounded me, too.

"When we first shot "The Last Picture Show", Cybill and I were so in love," he gushed.

The way he said it, the talented actress came off like another notch in his belt, though.

Did he really think he'd be able ride off into the sunset with the leading lady (or even a ranch hand, for that matter) unless he was a trendy director with some clout and stature in the industry?

Let's face it, the man is obviously no great stud in the sack, by any stretch of the imagination.

As to Texasville - well - an impromptu remark at the end of the screening said it all, folks.

"The dog was quite good."

If you read between the lines, the message was crystal clear.

For the first time ever, it suddenly dawned on Bogdanovich that the rest of the boring saga was anything but!

Actually, the screening was a bit revealing for me in some respects, too.

I forgot what a talented actor Jeff Bridges truly is.

And, how much Cybill's irrating voice grates on the nerves.

As to Bogdanovich, well, he's overrated.

Hildegard Knef said it best:

“Success and failure are greatly overrated. Failure gives you a whole lot more to talk about."

Amen!




It was released on Yon Kipper so don't blame me

Sunday, March 29, 2009

AFI Dallas...Jeremy Renner appears for screening of "Hurt Locker"; Director Kathryn Bigelow honored with Texas Star Award; Tattler stand on Iraq!


The "Hurt Locker" is a drama about an elite bomb squad playing a game of life and death in Iraq - which was set as a centerpiece film amid a dizzying array of offerings at AFI Dallas 2009.

According to AFI, a centerpiece film is one that "inspires conversation, sparks imagination, and encourages contemplation."

For some, the Mark Boals material may fit that bill.

In a nutshell, the war flick takes an intense peak into the dangerous world of elite soldiers who disarm bombs in the heat of combat.

Jeremy Renner, one of the stars of the "Hurt", noted for the record that the material is highly complex.

"The lean, good-looking actor subsequently added:

"You have to see it for yourself to figure what it is about."

Curiously, when I asked Renner about the meaning of "Hurt Locker", he was inclined to hand me off to the creative team down the red carpet heading our way.

But, he hazarded a guess, nonetheless.

"I thought it might be a body box or a latrine."

When the question was raised down the line, I was bounced back to Renner.

"That's a question for Jeremy."

When I relayed his initial response, it was suggested that perhaps he meant it in the sports vernacular.

No straightforward answer was forthcoming.

"It's obviously a bad thing."

Was the answer too explosive?

Perhaps, there wasn't one.

A title of a film is usually chosen to reflect or shed light on the heartbeat or underlying theme of a project.

It may even be a catch phrase.

The dilemma struck me as one that an art connoisseur might encounter when viewing an abstract painting.

By not providing a title, or explanation, the artist opens the door for the "observer" to "read into it."

Hence, a more profound meaning may end up being credited than originally intended.

The vague responses were terribly revealing so I moved on to a new line of questioning.

When I asked Renner his marital status, he noted that he had a girlfriend.

"Any plans to marry?"

"That's pushing it," a gruff handler without any manners (not an AFI employee) barked out.

Since fan appeal may rest in "availability", my question was not out-of-place or irrelevant or un-called-for under the circumstances.

A query about his wardrobe made the rough-around-the-edges rep bristle, too.

since I put together a best-dressed list each year, the info I was seeking was within my realm.

Fashion questions were off-putting to Kathryn Bigelow.

Bigelow, the director of Point Break, K-19, and Near Dark, hesitated before divulging the name of her designer.

Was the chic dark suit something she threw together herself, I probed further?

After almost biting her tongue, she quietly responded.

"Dolce Gabbana."

Not too shoddy, Kathryn!

As she strode off and I started to jot down the name on my pad, she half-turned and - ever-the-director - informed me that I did not have to write that info down.

"Yes, I do." I answered politely.

This triggered a reaction from her male escort.

"Do you really write for the Tattler?"

I smiled slightly.

"I am the Tattler."

At this juncture, he strode back towards me and asked if I was with the Tattler published in England.

"There is a Tattler in England and one based in America."

Asking me if I "really wrote for the Tattler" was such a silly question to ask!

Did he honestly think that AFI would allow an individual pass themselves off as someone they weren't on the red carpet?

The truth of the matter is that AFI makes every good-faith effort to court legitimate members of the press to ensure there is a ample, widespread professional coverage for the filmmakers and their projects, and events at the Festival.

Likewise, AFI ensure those appearing on the carpet are key-players, and professionals worthy of press coverage based on set industry standards.

For the former reason, I am giving "Hurt Locker" publicity for their project and their actors and reporting on the Texas Star Award bestowed upon Kathryn Bigelow for her contribution to film.

Personally, I don't intend to take in the film.

Since I am a peacemaker, opposed to War and Imperalist occupations of Foreign Nations, films such as "Hurt Locker" only fuel the fire and exalt the horrors of battle and conflict, in my estimation.

In the final analysis, my readers have to decide for themselves if "Hurt" is a film they'll spring a few bucks (and a couple of leisure hours) on.

To each his own.




Jeremy Renner