Looking for something to do on Monday, Feb. 25? Well, you could help make a Hollywood movie. The feature film Love Ranch, directed by Taylor Hackford (Ray) and starring Helen Mirren (The Queen) and Joe Pesci (Casino), will be shooting a period boxing sequence at Tingley Coliseum on the Expo New Mexico grounds. Doors open at 7 a.m. and producers are hoping to pack the venue. The film is set in the ’70s, so willing extras are asked to “look their ’70s best.” Prizes will be awarded for best ’70s hair, best ’70s wardrobe and best ’70s car. I suggest everyone arrive wearing purple glitter hot pants, rainbow suspenders and a silver afro wig. That’ll make the film look extra ’70s!
Akira Kurosawa’s 1950 film Rashomon features one of the most borrowed/refigured/ripped-off/homaged plot structures in the history of movies. In it, a heinous crime is committed. Four people have witnessed the crime. Each one tells their own version of events. Each person has a different perspective on things. As the story gets repeated, each witness adds more and more details. In the end, which version, if any, is “the truth”?
Our long, national, TV-watching nightmare is finally over! The Writers Guild strike is at an end. Last Tuesday night, WGA members agreed to a new contract with the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers. Writers were back on the job first thing Wednesday morning. So what does that mean for our favorite shows?
Steven Gould sat typing on his white, Linux laptop—just another customer at Satellite Coffee in Nob Hill enjoying a leisurely Friday morning. His fingers flashed over the keys, preparing a post for his blog, An Unconvincing Narrative. The topic: A review published on Salon.com analyzing the political undertones within the multimillion-dollar film based on Gould's novel, Jumper. "Now I've arrived," the Albuquerque-native jokes, closing the laptop before giving the Alibi a moment of his time. His T-shirt, perhaps, best encompasses the tone of the interview to follow. "Don't judge a book by its movie," it reads. And that's exactly what Gould is banking on.
You might not think watching a guy seduce a trio of women for 90 minutes would make you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but that’s how I felt after watching Definitely, Maybe.