It seems like Nicole Kidman is having a career renaissance. We’ve recently a remarkable rebirth of her talent, with Kidman nailing down superb, emotionally nuanced turns in Rabbit Hole, HBO’s Hemingway & Gellhorn and the Cannes controversy-stirring The Paperboy…
It’s only 1 minute and 38 seconds in length – but goddammit, I cannot recall the last time I was reduced to a goosebump-y, blubbery wreck by a fucking movie teaser. In a very short amount of time, you had me completely convinced you’ll sing the shit out of Fantine and break everybody’s hearts before we can mention Susan Boyle. Susan, who? This means we can all get miserable this Christmas season and watch some old-school Hollywood musical about 19th-century human suffering. Let’s start brewing some mulled wine, shall we?
Nobody does cinematic extravagance quite like Baz Lhurmann. Continuing his penchant for anachronism and revisionism, he tackles on Western Literature’s greatest baggage-heavy, death-to-the-American-dream novel of all-time, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s timeless The Great Gatsby, and serves up what looks like 2012’s most sumptuous, lavishly executed film.
I don’t know about you, but I am terribly excited for Ridley Scott’s back-to-good-old-sci-fi project Prometheus that it’s almost embarrassing. Morning’s coffee was spilling from my mouth down to my keyboard without realising my jaw was agape far too long as I watched the full theatrical trailer unfolded on my screen. I got so yoked up that I played it again. And again. And then I raved about it to my colleagues, to friends, to my partner, my housemate, to people on the streets (okay, it didn’t really come to that).
The words ‘epic finale’ have already been tossed around with the upcoming release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part Two, but with its official teaser trailer sweeping in, it looks like David Yates heightens the stakes and gives this phenomenal franchise the big climax it deserves. That sound you’re hearing now is the legion of fans screaming for 15th of July.
It seems like 2011 is going to be a strange but beautifully surreal year for cinema. First off, we have Terrence Malick pouncing back to the scene with his astronomical shards of wisdom in The Tree of Life, and boy, the trailer is just stunning. Now, we have Danish provocateur Lars von Trier, the enfant terrible of European cinema, fresh from his Antichrist brouhaha, giving us a first glimpse to his recent opus, the dramatically-titled Melancholia.