If you haven’t caught this week’s Frontline, an incisive look into January’s earthquake in Haiti and the abysmal relief situation, we highly recommend it:
At long last, it’s a thorough, substantial depiction of the whatthefuckery that has gone down in Haiti (before and since the earthquake)–a welcome answer to the thin, info-free journalistic jerking off we were forced to watch three months ago.
“The Mean Girls star had arrived in India to film an expose of child labour and trafficking of women which was later broadcast on BBC3, but she provoked a row when she claimed to have personally rescued 40 children.
In a series of updates on the social networking site Twitter, she boasted of her role in a daring raid on a child labour sweatshop and claimed the experience had changed her life….
…Now she may not be able to visit India again after officials looked at her case and found she had failed to apply for a work visa for her trip.“
I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that most people who saw Seth Gordon’s fantastic 2007 documentary, King of Kong (a film about two middle-aged men–a middle school teacher and a condiment magnate–duking it out for the Guinness World Record on Donkey Kong), were not quickly inspired to follow in the principal characters’ footsteps. Though respectfully portrayed, most of the people featured in the film are lovable losers, aging dorks, gamer geeks–and the addiction itself so all-consuming that it alienates even our hero from family, home and daily life.
If you haven’t heard, Focus Features will soon bring us Babies, a Thomas Balmès documentary that follows “four babies, in Mongolia, Namibia, San Francisco, and Tokyo, respectively, from birth to first steps.”
Quick question: Can you possibly watch this trailer without blurting out, “I want one in every color?”
More questions, actually: Is it, like, wrong to get totally baked and watch Babies, like watching Planet Earth while going munchy in couchlock? It’s not like the babies in the movie can see you. Or that you have to keep ‘em out of drawers or support their neck or anything.
My sources tell me that the tagline on the Japanese poster for The September Issue, a highbrow feature doc exploring the inscrutable relationship between Anna Wintour and Grace Coddington of Vogue Magazine, translates to…
“Fashion- It is essential for life, and it shines me.”*
Um. I’m not sure what that sentence has to do with magazine publishing, or what it even means exactly… but boy, does it seem true!!! Fashion does shine me! I think!
*Massive addendum: Reader Karan pointed out to us that the tagline of the film on this poster most certainly does not translate to anything about shining–a kernel of MISINFORMASIAN that we pulled directly from a PR flack’s outbox. As much as we hate to admit it, we were wrong. Shame on us for believing such nonsense! There’s a lesson to be learned: Don’t trust Diana’s sources!!!
She remains, however, a kind of tragic mystery. We love that she’s shaping up and getting her life together and recording music and all of that stuff, but do we expect a grand comeback? Not really. The real question is: Does she? Does she?
You’ve really gotta wonder why she even wants the spotlight anywhere near her overexposed puss at this point–though fame hath giveth her so much, it clearly taketh so much more away. And it shows. Among the cameras ever at Brit’s side for the last few months has been an MTV documentary lens, collecting intimate footage of the troubled celebrity through the process of stacking her life back together. The project, currently titled For the Record, seems a half-hearted attempt for her to set the record straight, and prove to the world that she’s not really as fragmented, sad, poorly-raised, and uncouth as she might seem. (Remember how well that worked the first time?)
It’s too hard to tell at this point exactly what proof is in the poorly-shot pudding. But we’ll see.
At the close of Record‘s trailer, Britney says: ” I sit there and I’ll look back and I’m like: I’m a smart person. What the hell was I thinking?”
Thing is, if she was actually a smart person, she would have stopped talking to cameras by now.
Occupation: Film director, writer, producer, and editor
Known for: A variety of documentary, scripted film, and television credits (most recently, her much-acclaimed Asian sports comedy Ping Pong Playa), the super-combo of beauty and brains, reprzentin’ for Yale alumni, and the memorable poke she made during the Oscar acceptance speech for her 1996 short film Breathing Lessons: The Life and Work of Mark O’ Brien–”You know you’ve entered into new territory when you realize your dress costs more than your film.”
As you may have heard, in yet another display of her mighty swing, Yoko Ono has successfully put the indefinite kibosh on the world premiere of Three Days In the Life–a verite documentary on John Lennon shot two months before the breakup of the Beatles.
Reports on the film include John commenting on his lady love: “As usual, she doesn’t know what we’re talking about,” and “She was an old hag before I met her.” Oh John, how we jest!
As if a lifetime of good works, peaceful dealings and world betterment aren’t enough, Yoko continues to give and give and give–watching like a hawk over Lennon’s image (unless of course, she’s given a chunk off the backend), making sure the world’s wounds of losing history’s greatest band to the neuroses of a Japanese stalker are still properly salted thirty-seven years after the fact, and singlehandedly keeping the legal industry on the up and up.