I can’t believe we didn’t get to this earlier. Patton Oswalt, he of “King of Queens” and “Comedians of Comedy” fame, is starring in an indie flick making the rounds at Sundance, and if the trailer above is any indication of the gravitas and strength of the movie, I suspect you will be eager to see it. It’s called Big Fan, and it’s slated for release on August 28th. Here’s the gist, via the Sundance site:
Paul Aufiero, a 35-year-old parking-garage attendant from working-class Staten Island, is the self-described “world’s biggest New York Giants fan.” One night Paul and his best friend, Sal, spot star Giants linebacker Quantrell Bishop at a gas station in Staten Island. They impulsively follow his SUV into Manhattan to a strip club, where they finally muster up the courage to talk to their hero.
What starts out as a dream come true turns into a nightmare as a misunderstanding ignites a violent confrontation, and Paul is sent down a path that will test his devotion to the extreme.
Leave it to the independents to produce quality stuff when the big studios are constantly turning out 2-hour toy commercials. I’m excited to see this movie, and I can’t remember the last time I said that. Probably when the girl I was dating told me she’d give me a blow job during Titanic if I went to see it with her. Never saw how that movie ended; I sure hope everyone got off that boat okay.
Three guys shot a documentary surfing off the largely-uncharted west coast of Ireland, which is kind of amazing, because I thought the only thing you needed to impress girls in Ireland was a full pint glass and a general sense of belligerence. The film, Power of Three, will be released in May. Here’s the trailer.
It’s Devil Ball Golf making my day with this clip form Sport Science: Noted Irishman Padraig Harrington, he of the two major championships last year, taking a crack at a Happy Gilmore-style drive. I’ve tried this on my own plenty of times, but it’s not as much fun when one has absolutely no clue where that ball will land (kinda like any other golf swing, really). But to my credit, I have yet to be pummeled in public by Bob Barker. Or make a string of unimpressive family comedies, for that matter.
So if one of the more renown directors of your day (Spike Lee, specifically) wanted to create a documentary about you, you’d probably be flattered by the gesture, be accommodating in every way, and trust in his vision of telling your story. But then, you’re not Kobe Bryant.
Lee had worked for months to get permission from Bryant, the Lakers team, coach Phil Jackson, the NBA and ESPN, which will air the day-in-the-life documentary on May 16. The director had already flown to Los Angeles, where 30 cameras were in place for the April 13, 2008, Lakers game against the San Antonio Spurs.
But suddenly Bryant said he wouldn’t cooperate unless he was granted creative control, sources said. Lee tried several times to call Bryant, who wouldn’t accept his calls. So Lee, at the suggestion of ESPN broadcaster Stephen A. Smith, drove to Bryant’s house in a gated community, where Bryant refused to see him, sources said.
“It went so far that Lee had a last-minute plan to substitute Spurs star Tim Duncan for Kobe and make the whole documentary about Duncan,” said our source.
Granted, Spike Lee’s work is about as subtle as a blow job in a bus station, but what’s the benefit of putting one of your biggest supporters through that ordeal? Furthermore, a documentary about Tim Duncan?! Ugh, no thanks. I’ll be over here watching the last half hour of Million Dollar Baby on a loop, instead.
|NY Post|
Now I know why I haven't received any offers for those screenplays I've sent to Hollywood as it appears goofy improv films like Semi-Pro still reign supreme over scripted dialog. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that my treatments are whiskey-stained, full of typos, and always about an Irish warden at a women's prison. Anyway, here's the trailer for the new Will Ferrell basketball movie:
I'll still have to see it though, or else I won't understand anything anybody is saying around the keg. See more at Film Drunk. -KD
