Posted in the LA Times: http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/movies/la-et-xfiles1nov1,1,376385.story
Happy Halloween from 20th Century Fox. Happy??? Ecstatic.
Chris Carter has spoken, too! http://hollywoodinsider.ew.com/2007/10/the-x-files-mov.html
A few requests. Is it too much to ask XF fans to forgive~
*David Duchovny's exuberant, enthusiastic pro-XF2 comments?
*Chris Carter's decisions along the way? He started the party, folks. Without him, XF would not even be.
*Whatever seasons were less than ... whatever seasons didn't float your boat? Whatever they might be?
*The fact that XF2 will be a "scary movie?" Not a mytharc movie?
*Fill-in-the-blank frustrations, dissatisfaction, fan broken hearts. It's been an interminable 5 yrs since the show ended and a long, long 10 yrs since Fight the Future. But now it's time to boogie.
Hey, if I can forgive the Super Soldiers storyline given my love of the mytharc till then, I'm pretty sure it's possible to forgive and celebrate.
Carter, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaze bring back SKINNER. And Mr. X. And CSM.
A personal thank you to XF fans worldwide. Without you, it never, ever would've happened.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Interviews with DD about The TV Set
In a recent Movieweb interview with David Duchovny promoting The TV Set DVD release, Evan Jacob asked the kind of questions I only wish more interviewers would ask.
And oh yeah, he asks about the status of an XF sequel, too.
Check it out: http://www.movieweb.com/dvd/news/89/22989.php
Right. As if THAT's an afterthought. My fingers and toes have been crossed for a month now, hoping that a sequel will happen. Before the Writers Strike. Hoping against hope that Fox will say (or has said) YES.
This Sidewalks interview is super fun. More about The TV Set and the status of XF2.
http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1220835298/bctid1214062975
And oh yeah, he asks about the status of an XF sequel, too.
Check it out: http://www.movieweb.com/dvd/news/89/22989.php
Right. As if THAT's an afterthought. My fingers and toes have been crossed for a month now, hoping that a sequel will happen. Before the Writers Strike. Hoping against hope that Fox will say (or has said) YES.
This Sidewalks interview is super fun. More about The TV Set and the status of XF2.
http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1220835298/bctid1214062975
Sunday, September 2, 2007
The awesomeness of writers--Part 1 of 2
Weeds rocks. Thank you Jenji Kohan for S1-2 and 3 going strong. Hilarious, true, and so much fun to watch.
The painful, hilarious fish scene in last week's episode "The Brick Dance." Just say no to analogy show-and-tell.
Carrie Fisher guest starred--merely 1 of the coolest women alive. Carrie Fisher's got an official website. Yay! Anybody who can survive the infamy of the dual cinnabon look deserves recognition of the tallest order. Merely blogging about it is just sad, but it'll have to do.
She's my favorite author at the moment. Lots of folks have seen Postcards from the Edge. She wrote the book and then wrote the screenplay that became the movie and created the character Suzanne Vale that Meryl Streep immortalized on screen. Great book. Books can explore nooks and cranies in ways that movies show in a more panoramic way. Books go deep--they delve, and movies go broad--they divulge. Don't make me quibble over the medium. It's what folks who create stuff do in the medium that matters. Good is good.
Suzanne Vale's most recent adventure was The Best Awful, a book I've re-read a 2nd time (I don't do that, hardly ever). It's yucky to skip to the end of the book and ruin the surprise, but screw it. Check out this near-the-end-of-the-book killer slice of writing:
Suzanne Vale: .... Hey, [my life's] not funny. Actually, it is funny. It f-ing better be. If my life wasn't funny, then it'd just be true, and that would be totally unacceptable.
~The Best Awful by Carrie Fisher
Life's absurd. Weeds explores its silly loco scary side, and Californication explores its wry ironic fun-but-is-this-all-there-is?-ness. Laughing with these characters after a grueling day at work is so cathartic. Ugggh, Mondays are the toughest, aren't they?
Nancy's journey is a hysterically funny joy to behold, even if she's scarcely aware of it. Hank's all too aware of how absurd, fleeting, and amazing the journey is, yet he's scarcely aware of what it all means or if there's any meaning there to find. Hilarious, ludicrous, poignant, meaningful--they're merely moments in time.
Writers tell us stories, bring us along for the ride, and for a little while, we relate, feel, and laugh at the ludicrous and improbability of life. We manage to get through it all--somehow. Laughing lightens the load like nothing else.
The painful, hilarious fish scene in last week's episode "The Brick Dance." Just say no to analogy show-and-tell.
Carrie Fisher guest starred--merely 1 of the coolest women alive. Carrie Fisher's got an official website. Yay! Anybody who can survive the infamy of the dual cinnabon look deserves recognition of the tallest order. Merely blogging about it is just sad, but it'll have to do.
She's my favorite author at the moment. Lots of folks have seen Postcards from the Edge. She wrote the book and then wrote the screenplay that became the movie and created the character Suzanne Vale that Meryl Streep immortalized on screen. Great book. Books can explore nooks and cranies in ways that movies show in a more panoramic way. Books go deep--they delve, and movies go broad--they divulge. Don't make me quibble over the medium. It's what folks who create stuff do in the medium that matters. Good is good.
Suzanne Vale's most recent adventure was The Best Awful, a book I've re-read a 2nd time (I don't do that, hardly ever). It's yucky to skip to the end of the book and ruin the surprise, but screw it. Check out this near-the-end-of-the-book killer slice of writing:
Suzanne Vale: .... Hey, [my life's] not funny. Actually, it is funny. It f-ing better be. If my life wasn't funny, then it'd just be true, and that would be totally unacceptable.
~The Best Awful by Carrie Fisher
Life's absurd. Weeds explores its silly loco scary side, and Californication explores its wry ironic fun-but-is-this-all-there-is?-ness. Laughing with these characters after a grueling day at work is so cathartic. Ugggh, Mondays are the toughest, aren't they?
Nancy's journey is a hysterically funny joy to behold, even if she's scarcely aware of it. Hank's all too aware of how absurd, fleeting, and amazing the journey is, yet he's scarcely aware of what it all means or if there's any meaning there to find. Hilarious, ludicrous, poignant, meaningful--they're merely moments in time.
Writers tell us stories, bring us along for the ride, and for a little while, we relate, feel, and laugh at the ludicrous and improbability of life. We manage to get through it all--somehow. Laughing lightens the load like nothing else.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Cali-related update
After too many frustrating graphics snafus, I had given up attempting to get this blog off the ground. Till I saw this kick ass fan blog. It's got tons of fun and insightful stuff to say about Californication. Check it out: The David Duchovny's Italian Blog.
David Duchovny Profile on Showtime On Demand has interview clips and highlights from his career. The spot also mentioned DD-devoted fan websites with none other than the awesome duchovny.net listed as the very first one. Only the best place to find articles, interviews, and so much more. Many, many thanks to Gertie Beth.
Duchovny talks about his decision to play Hank Moody, what led up to that, and how it all came about in this Showtime video podcast.
David Duchovny Profile on Showtime On Demand has interview clips and highlights from his career. The spot also mentioned DD-devoted fan websites with none other than the awesome duchovny.net listed as the very first one. Only the best place to find articles, interviews, and so much more. Many, many thanks to Gertie Beth.
Duchovny talks about his decision to play Hank Moody, what led up to that, and how it all came about in this Showtime video podcast.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Less is More: Californication Pilot (Showtime)
Talk about controversial! 2 pretty primal reactions to Californication's pilot. Some got turned on (a million man fantasy), and others got turned off by the T&A (roughly every 7-8 minutes, as one critic kindly estimated). Here's what some might miss, what with the distracting bouncing body parts, come hithers, and copulating.
The name's Hank Moody. While Moody is about as subtle as a sledgehammer, Hank's a no-b.s. name. For truly punny yucks, the character should be named Frank, not Hank.
He revels in the profane and is a gen-u-wine masshole. Restraint is not in Hank's seemingly boundless vocabulary--social conventions be damned.
I liked Hank immediately. What's there not to love about this character? He doesn't give a flying fluck. Really? Actually, he gives quite a few flying flucks. He's a walking catastrophe. He has loads o' fun, but he's f'unhappy.
Welcome to Hank Moody's world. LA's the other main character, where people are paid to act natural and pretend to care and where nice is a bit of b.s. verbage, not a quality. A guarantee that what you see ain't what you get.
Hank's the real deal. What you see is what you get. A striking contrast between Hank and his environment (AKA: anomie for those bored with the passe that is irony).
A guy who's written something that means something yet he's trapped in NYLA hell. A native New Yorker who may hate LA even more than he hates his life and himself.
With the exception of sleeping with the director's wife, he's casual, receptive, and utterly passive--merely fleeting encounters rather than exploits. The women signal to him. He responds in 'sure, why not?' sort of way. The women are on top. When not ejaculating, he spends a good deal of the pilot wandering around, dejected in absolute wonder at the turn of events but far too blotto to fully feel it.
The only time Hank runs toward something in a self-directed way, is active in any real sense, is when his daughter, wife, or both ask for him. The rest of the time, he avoids being alone with his own thoughts. Yeah, sure to casual sex. Sleeps. Gets comfortably numb to greet the world, wanders to the movies and the bookstore, marveling at the nightmare, trying to accept it but doing a piss-poor job of it.
The only thing that pulls him right out of his wandering and wondering is, his wife asks for him, his daughter needs him ... He's useful and for a little while, feels meaning again. Helpful in an emergency, but kids need more than primal protectiveness and nurturing. So does his ex.
The WTF turn of events makes a turn of phrase a rather what's the point. What gave Hank meaning in his life--his family and his work--have changed so drastically as to be almost unrecognizable.
So what if he's disillusioned and demoralized? LA's a great place to get distracted and drown his sorrows, and he gets laid every 7-8 minutes in the pilot. Freedom's just a word for nothing left to lose, though.
Hank lives with no illusions--his equanimity and honesty vs. LA's perversity and hypocrisy. The pilot zig-zagged between absurd and sweet sorrow, culminating in a moment of latent clarity. Hank's got honesty in spite of the hypocrisy around him, but does he have integrity? So far, the journey looks promising.
If you prefer stories that explore moral ambiguities without being hit over the head with the moral of the story and can handle seeing human sexuality minus the hand holding, check out Californication.
The name's Hank Moody. While Moody is about as subtle as a sledgehammer, Hank's a no-b.s. name. For truly punny yucks, the character should be named Frank, not Hank.
He revels in the profane and is a gen-u-wine masshole. Restraint is not in Hank's seemingly boundless vocabulary--social conventions be damned.
I liked Hank immediately. What's there not to love about this character? He doesn't give a flying fluck. Really? Actually, he gives quite a few flying flucks. He's a walking catastrophe. He has loads o' fun, but he's f'unhappy.
Welcome to Hank Moody's world. LA's the other main character, where people are paid to act natural and pretend to care and where nice is a bit of b.s. verbage, not a quality. A guarantee that what you see ain't what you get.
Hank's the real deal. What you see is what you get. A striking contrast between Hank and his environment (AKA: anomie for those bored with the passe that is irony).
A guy who's written something that means something yet he's trapped in NYLA hell. A native New Yorker who may hate LA even more than he hates his life and himself.
With the exception of sleeping with the director's wife, he's casual, receptive, and utterly passive--merely fleeting encounters rather than exploits. The women signal to him. He responds in 'sure, why not?' sort of way. The women are on top. When not ejaculating, he spends a good deal of the pilot wandering around, dejected in absolute wonder at the turn of events but far too blotto to fully feel it.
The only time Hank runs toward something in a self-directed way, is active in any real sense, is when his daughter, wife, or both ask for him. The rest of the time, he avoids being alone with his own thoughts. Yeah, sure to casual sex. Sleeps. Gets comfortably numb to greet the world, wanders to the movies and the bookstore, marveling at the nightmare, trying to accept it but doing a piss-poor job of it.
The only thing that pulls him right out of his wandering and wondering is, his wife asks for him, his daughter needs him ... He's useful and for a little while, feels meaning again. Helpful in an emergency, but kids need more than primal protectiveness and nurturing. So does his ex.
The WTF turn of events makes a turn of phrase a rather what's the point. What gave Hank meaning in his life--his family and his work--have changed so drastically as to be almost unrecognizable.
So what if he's disillusioned and demoralized? LA's a great place to get distracted and drown his sorrows, and he gets laid every 7-8 minutes in the pilot. Freedom's just a word for nothing left to lose, though.
Hank lives with no illusions--his equanimity and honesty vs. LA's perversity and hypocrisy. The pilot zig-zagged between absurd and sweet sorrow, culminating in a moment of latent clarity. Hank's got honesty in spite of the hypocrisy around him, but does he have integrity? So far, the journey looks promising.
If you prefer stories that explore moral ambiguities without being hit over the head with the moral of the story and can handle seeing human sexuality minus the hand holding, check out Californication.
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