The dictator-poking movie The Interview starring James Franco and Seth Rogen has a longer, raunchier "red band" trailer that is far superior to the kid-friendly version released back in June. It's worth watching because it is a) much funnier than the other one, b) better at giving a sense of plot, and c) starts off with a delightful cameo of Rob Lowe revealing his "true" self. Franco and Rogen work at a TMZ -like organization before getting recruited by the CIA to assassinate Kim Jong-un. Sony delayed the release of the film to Christmas Day so they could work on an edit that didn't provoke as much ire from his supreme leader. Check it out below.
Idris Elba is known for many roles: Taraji P. Henson's creepy stalker, Stringer Bell from the greatest show of our time, and soon-to-be voice of Shere Khan of Jon Favreau's Jungle Book, but until recently we were unaware that he was a big fan of Mary Poppins. His Friday Reddit AMA changed that! Here are some other things we learned: Elba would totally be the next James Bond, does Muay Thai to stay fit, loves The Champ, and wants to work with Christopher Nolan. Read below for the highlights where he talks about when we might be seeing Luther again, re-confirms a story about Nicholas Cage's obesssion with vampires, and uses lots of adorable British spellings. You can imagine him reading this to you in any accent that pleases you.
A nugget of wisdom, from his memoir On Writing, by Stephen King: “Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.” “Start Calling Me Dad,” the sixth installment of the first season of Cinemax’s The Knick (an Amiel/Begler/Soderbergh joint as per usual), is all plot, akin to watching chess pieces moving around the board, readying a future attack. There can be suspense in this kind of storytelling, but the episode feels more like housecleaning for the inelegant way it resolves certain narrative threads while awkwardly setting up others.
Jimmy Fallon turned 40 yesterday, and the cast and crew of The Tonight Show decided to get him something special for his big day: Seth Rogen and James Franco popping out of a paper cake. However, the real surprise was waiting for him behind the curtain. If only we could all have birthdays like this one. Happy 4-0 Jimmy!
Earlier this week, New York Times' TV critic Alessandra Stanley wrote what many critics and pretty much all of Twitter considered an "imbecilic," "disastrous," self-contradicting review of ABC's upcoming Shonda Rhimes-produced show How to Get Away with Murder. (The piece's first line is, "When Shonda Rhimes writes her autobiography, it should be called 'How to Get Away With Being an Angry Black Woman.'") Slate's Willa Paskin wrote that Stanley missed the point; Vox called it "careless and obtuse"; and Vulture's very own Margaret Lyons did a paragraph-by-paragraph riposte calling the article "inaccurate, tone-deaf, muddled, and racist." The article also spawned two Twitter hashtags, #IWasAnAngryBlackWoman and #LessClassicallyBeautiful.
The Roosevelts, a new PBS documentary by director Ken Burns, presents President Theodore Roosevelt as a political superhero. In photo after photo, Burns’s famous pan-and-zoom effect magnifies Roosevelt’s flashing teeth and upraised fist. The reverential narrator hails his fighting spirit and credits him with transforming the role of American government through sheer willpower. “I attack,” an actor blusters, imitating Roosevelt’s patrician cadence, “I attack iniquities.”
Though he was last seen suffering the most humiliating death in Game of Thrones history, Charles Dance hints that he might not be gone for good. While promoting Dracula Untold, Dance told MTV, "I'm not completely missing out on the next series. You haven't seen the last of Tywin Lannister." This is big news not just because it means we get more Charles Dance (every show needs more Charles Dance!), but also because it adds more weight to rumors that GoT is abandoning its no-flashbacks policy, which has frustrated fans hoping for more of that good fantasy lore. Or it could just be his corpse. But if we're getting flashbacks, could Sean Bean achieve his own dream of returning to the show?
Terry Gilliam’s The Zero Theorem Starts Off As a Claustrophobic Mess Before Heading Somewhere PoignantBy Bilge Ebiri
Shot on a dime, Terry Gilliam’s The Zero Theorem is a dense sci-fi fantasy/allegory that fills the screen with so much stuff — so many ideas and symbols and story elements and suggested pathways — that it winds up feeling claustrophobic. This happens sometimes with Gilliam: The greater his budgetary and narrative limitations, the more his imagination wants to cram in there, and sometimes his films threaten to break under the weight of all those fevered obsessions. The Zero Theorem, however, doesn’t break. It starts off as a mess, yes, but eventually finds itself in a very poignant place. Even a lesser Terry Gilliam film is usually more engaging and invigorating than most of the other movies out there.
On Sunday night, Keanu Reeves woke up to the sound of a strange woman shuffling around his library at four in the morning. The home invader, described as a woman in her mid-40s, was apparently a stalker who gained access to the Keanu Kompound after Reeves forgot to set his home-security system. Fortunately, like The Matrix Revolutions, this story has a happy ending: Reeves called the police, who reportedly took the woman away for psychiatric evaluation. Creepy!
Since bursting forth in the late ’70s, Nick Cave has gone from a pretty post-punk junkie bandleader kicking around Australia to an internationally recognized musician, writer, and composer. Cave, 56, hasn't reinvented himself so much as he's simply evolved into his best self: not an angel, to be sure, but increasingly prolific and publicly polished since he called a reporter "scum-sucking shit" in an infamous NME interview from 1988.
Since 1998, Epic has been pumping out the Now That’s What I Call Music! compilations of the biggest pop hits of the moment … and at least one song you skip past and immediately forget. Forecasting pop hits is hard, so it makes sense that there would always be one non-hit, a second single from what turned out to be a one-hit wonder, a comeback that failed to come together, a Next Big Thing That Didn’t Pan Out. Pop history is written by the winners, but this week’s installment of Somewhere in Time will be all about the losers. So let’s hop in my DeLorean GIF as I revisit each installment in the Now! series and pick out the least significant track on each one. We may unearth a pleasant, faded memory! Or we may spend some time with Aaron Carter. Time will tell.
After their atrocious 2011 Venice Biennale U.S. Pavilion — it included an upturned tank with a jogger atop, full-size wood reproductions of business-class airline seats with U.S. Olympic gymnasts doing tricks on them (ruining their feet on the terrazzo floor), and some sort of idiotic cash machine in a pipe organ (I think) — Jennifer Allora and Guillermo Calzadilla have a lot to answer for.* But the curatorial-darling duo’s current Gladstone show only alleviates those past bad judgments a little.
If you picked "Never" in your "When will Dr. Dre's Detox be released?" office pool, get ready to collect your winnings on a technicality: Dre is not going to put out an album by that name ... but only because he's chosen a different name. As producer Tayshaun Parker, who's working on the album, told the Shots Fired podcast, Dre abandoned the Detox title "a couple of years ago," possibly around the time of the 2008 Vulture post "Dr. Dre's Detox Finally Coming Out."
New York Times television critic Alessandra Stanley has a long history of being wrong about a great many things. But her newest article, an ostensible paean to Shonda Rhimes, is inaccurate, tone-deaf, muddled, and racist. "Wrought in Their Creator’s Image: Viola Davis Plays Shonda Rhimes’s Latest Tough Heroine" is a mess. Let's take a look.
Every so often, in a bizarre coincidence of release date timing, two movies that seem remarkably similar will arrive in theaters at the same time. Remember how Paul Blart and Observe and Report turned early 2009 into the year of the mall cop? It’s happening again this fall with Tracks, in which Mia Wasikowska treks 1,700 miles across the Australian outback, and Wild, in which Reese Witherspoon treks 1,100 miles along the Pacific Crest Trail. These, of course, are not the first films to tag along with those traveling on foot. Nor are they the most ambitious. Even with an average distance walked of 1,400 miles, Wasikowska and Witherspoon aren’t among film history's top five when it comes to distance traveled using nothing but legs and feet. Here’s our list of Hollywood’s longest walkers:
Robert Forster knows a thing or two about reincarnation. The 73-year-old character actor has reinvented himself more than once, most notably with his Oscar-nominated 1997 role as bail bondsman Max Cherry in Quentin Tarantino’s Jackie Brown. Now he’s occupying a new body, as the shadowy hit man Frank Shepherd on the life-after-death sci-fi mystery Intruders, which BBC America is showcasing tomorrow from 4 to 8 p.m. with a marathon of the show’s first four episodes, leading up to the new episode featuring Forster at 10 p.m. “When I was 9 or 10 years old, I was sure reincarnation was how life progressed,” Forster says. “Why waste a whole life on one person if you don’t get another one? I haven’t been at all sure about the subject matter since.” Forster is sure about a few other things, however, like the fact that his legendary Breaking Bad character, the Disappearer, will return in the AMC spinoff Better Call Saul, as he exclusively revealed to Vulture in this wide-ranging chat.
The movies need Tina Fey more than she needs the movies, but when it comes to big-screen projects, Hollywood hasn't given the Emmy-winning 30 Rock star much to work with. Last year, as her sitcom went off the air, Fey starred in the wan romantic comedy Admission, and she followed that up this spring with a Russian-baddie turn in the underperforming Muppets sequel. On paper, her participation in this weekend's star-studded family dramedy This Is Where I Leave You might have seemed like a better bet; in actuality, though, the poorly reviewed film is getting clobbered on Rotten Tomatoes by a YA adaptation and the latest Liam Neeson action movie. Why hasn't Tina Fey's transition to the big screen gone as well as it could (and should)? Here are five tips for Fey that might turn her movie career around.
This article originally ran on July 23, 2014. We are reposting it in anticipation of Saturday's HBO On the Run Concert.
With divorce rumors swirling around Jay Z and Beyoncé, it looks like the unthinkable might actually happen: Everybody’s favorite powerhouse duo may be headed for splitsville. Then again, it’s always been hard to tell what’s going on with the Carters. From the very start of their relationship, the two have been remarkably cryptic about their private life, managing to keep their most intimate aspects of their life sealed away despite being one of the world’s most talked-about couples. In honor of the epic saga that is Bey and Jay, Vulture takes a look back at the musical icons’ entertaining history together, beginning when she was Destiny’s Child’s front woman and Jay Z still had his hyphen, and charting their many collaborations (e.g., "Bonnie and Clyde," "Drunk in Love"), the birth of Blue, the infamous elevator video, and onward, toward their now-uncertain future.
The concept of the architectural folly is an old one. On English estates and in French gardens, landowners would occasionally put up an eccentric outbuilding that existed mostly for its looks. Most follies are overdone, wildly decorated, even ridiculous; one of the most famous is a hothouse that looks like a pineapple. In 20th-century America, they're echoed in the seemingly unserious buildings the architect Robert Venturi is known for taking seriously, like the L.A. hot-dog stand shaped like a giant hot dog, or Long Island's Big Duck.
In the opening scene of The Maze Runner, our uniquely special protagonist Thomas wakes up on a zooming elevator with his mind wiped clean of memories. Understandably, he's pretty freaked out, and every time he asks one of the other boys what's going on, they just reply, "I don't know." The disorientation isn't necessarily bad, though: Our critic Bilge Ebiri wrote, "Not knowing anything about The Maze Runner... isn’t a bad way to see The Maze Runner." But for those of you who like to know what's in the pie before you eat it, I took the liberty of reading The Maze Runner, its prequel The Kill Order, and watching the movie to give you the lowdown on what to expect. (Mild spoilers in the service of trying to figure out what the hell is going on.)