This is hilarious. Apparently, the producers behind De Niro's version are looking to Stephen J. Rivele and Chris Wilkinson to write it....y'know, 2 of the 4 credits on Ali. They really should just Captain Planet the whole thing with Mann's movie. Looks like Eastwood might do the De Niro one though. I know which I'd rather watch.
Knowing Eastwood's thriftiness, he'd probably have De Niro rolling around in Pintos while rival manufacturers are in awe of how incredible the cars look, all while the sepia filter makes the trademark red paint of his cars look like rusted brown. Bobby, plz.
Best Worst Movie: It had makings of a nice little look into how people who aren't really acting professionals handle the second life infamy of a film that would have normally been lost to the ages, but it settles early on by focusing on star George Hardy going through all that. What's weird is that it's still unfocused as a whole, as it tries to incorporate a rather threadbare examination into why
Troll 2 became such a cult fave, all while trying to fit in as much of the cast and crew as possible to see how they've been getting on. The jovial tone tends to clash with some of the harsher realities a couple of the cast members go through, particularly for Margo Prey, whose appearances in the film takes on an unfortunately cruel quality, despite the good intentions of getting her in front of a camera again. Still, it's fairly rare that we get any kind of a comprehensive look into a film of this kind, which carries a good novelty, even if I'd sooner watch the film it's about long before watching this documentary again.
Nurse: When the only redeeming factor of a movie is that the frequently nude Paz de la Huerta continues as such, you may be fucking up more than you realize. The film makes the fatal error of allowing her to do anything else at great length, and in particular giving her the opportunity to narrate the film in a voice-over, which is every bit as stiff and unconvincing as her performances with other actors. The film matches de la Huerta's lack of veracity by already assuming it's going to be the next big cult classic by frequently letting you in on knowing it's in on the joke (including an obnoxiously kitschy score), but by the end of it, the only thing on my mind was that Katrina Bowden surely had better things to do than appear in a film that does nothing with her other than focus on her underwear-clad ass. I'd be more impressed with how quickly it drops the central premise of Paz's character being a cheating husband serial killer for some
Single White Female-aping fuckery, as well as dropping characters entirely from the proceedings despite unclear fates, but it's all done so dully that even the final bloodbath leaves me wholly unimpressed. You can never force a bad movie to be an entertaining one if you don't actually make it entertaining to begin with.