B.B. King has his Lucille, John Mayer wants his Olivia. In Mayer’s new video for the gently swaying “Something Like Olivia,” it’s never clear if he’s longing for a woman or a guitar (or perhaps both). Should Katy Perry be jealous?
Snoop Dogg has released a new track that laments all the people he has lost in his life over the years. “Heaven,” which opens with a calliope organ before giving way to Snoop’s very autotuned vocals, is a tribute to his No Limit Records buddy Mr. Magic, as well as to Nate Dogg and Tupac Shakur. Mr. Magic, (a.k.a. Atwood Johnson) and his wife, Chastity, died in a car accident over the weekend.
One of the films I'm most looking forward to this summer is "The Bling Ring" -- partly because I'm intrigued by the true-life story of teen burglars preying on celebrity homes in the Hollywood Hills, but mostly because Sofia Coppola is a filmmaker I'm still happy to follow anywhere.
I know a lot of viewers haven't been on board with her since "Lost in Translation," for which she won an Oscar almost 10 years ago, but I maintain that "Marie Antoinette" is a pretty rapturous remix of the historical biopic template, while the beguilingly low-key "Somewhere" was worthy of its much-questioned Golden Lion at Venice in 2010. Her privileged background and high-fashion aesthetic may make her an easy target, but she has yet to put a foot wrong in my book.
Daft Punk released a 15-second commercial, a teaser trailer to their new album last weekend during "Saturday Night Live" with a blippy guitar-led groove. That groove seems to belong to "Dance to the Beat" a song that has successfully "leaked" from the French duo's new album.
And I say "leaked" because unlike other promotions and actual leaks, Columbia hasn't pulled the full-length, high-quality audio track down from YouTube yet, even as it sports the new Daft Punk signature, their performance helmets split and merged together.
Not only is "Dance to the Beat" making the rounds, but similarly so is "Future Is Now," a house anthem if there ever was one. It sports the same image plus an audio frequency bar and the Columbia logo.
The future is, indeed, now: the wait is... over? Producers have tried to scam fans into believing their own work was the work of Daft Punk, but there would undoubtedly have been quicker, swifter retribution (er, C&Ds) misusing the name, logos and sounds of the band if this were the case. Sneaky leaks seem to be in their wheelhouse in the promotional game at this point anyway.
Perhaps more will be revealed over the weekend, since that seems to be Thomas Bangalter and Guy Manual De Homem Christo's preferred promo time period.
The album -- as yet untitled -- was initially rumored to arrive next week on March 12. We'll be busy at SXSW. We can only dream that Daft Punk would be too.
If you've been following Christopher Nolan's post-'Dark Knight' trilogy moves, then you know he has a lot going on. In addition to producing Zack Snyder's "Man of Steel" for Warner Bros., it has also been reported that he will be brought into the fold to help spearhead the DC Universe on film as the studio tries to figure out how to get a "Justice League" film off the ground and compete with Marvel's "The Avengers."
Meanwhile, he jumped on board "Interstellar," which was written by his brother Jonathan for Steven Spielberg to direct. But like so many Spielberg projects, it was back-burnered, and now with Nolan at the helm, merging one of his own ideas with his brother's ambitious project, "Intersteller" will be a blend and a new production entirely. Today, Paramount Pictures and Warner Bros. announced that it will be a co-production jointly distributed by the two entities. Paramount will handle domestic, Warner Bros. the surely more lucrative international.
I'm slowly making my way back to movie-watching mode after the onslaught of awards season. You need a palette-cleanser in the immediate wake of such craziness. And one of the biggest films of the year, Sam Raimi's "Oz the Great and Powerful," is hitting theaters this week after a rather sluggish start for 2013 at multiplexes. (Seriously, there may be good little films in this and that nook and/or cranny, but I walked past a marquee the other day and got immediately depressed. It's dreary out there.)
I haven't yet seen Raimi's spin on the Emerald City with James Franco leading the charge, but I've heard good and bad, to say the least. In his review HitFix's Drew McWeeny wrote "there's enough genuine wonder to make this work where ['Alice in Wonderland,' an inevitable comparison point] failed, and it honors the world that Frank L. Baum first created instead of trying to rebuild it into something it's not." Others weren't so kind. I'll let you be the judge of that. So when and if you get around to seeing the film this weekend, give us your take in the comments section and vote in our new poll below!
I remember when "Willow" was first announced. I was working at a movie theater, and in those pre-Internet days, there were posters that would arrive and be the first indication that a movie even existed. Sure, I read "Starlog" and "Fangoria" and whatever issues of "Variety" I could get my hands on, and I did my best to be as tuned in as possible to what was happening in movies, but it was a lot harder to come by early information. As a result, when we opened the poster tubes on day and pulled out a gorgeous but mysterious teaser poster that consisted of red-orange clouds and a simple title treatment for "Willow" with the tagline "Forget all you know… or think you know," all we really had to go on was "From the creator of 'Star Wars'" at the top and "From the director of 'Cocoon'" at the bottom.
Almost immediately, the speculation began, and more than one person guessed that this was finally the new "Star Wars" film, a mere five years after the release of "Return Of The Jedi." In those days, we still believed that Lucas was going to continue making the films in a fairly timely manner, and even once other publicity materials started showing up, it took me a while to really believe that "Willow" was its own thing.
I decided to check in with "Project Runway" this week because the two other shows I now recap on Thursday nights ("Scandal" and "The Vampire Diaries") are in reruns, and boy, I'm glad I did. This week is the duct tape (or, to be brand specific, Duck Tape) challenge, and better yet, the assignment is to make friggin' prom dresses. I love this idea, and I'm hoping the designers go nuts with it. These days, duct tape (or, really Duck Tape) is available in all kinds of crazy prints and patterns. Not where I shop, of course, because I would buy some. Not sure where I'd use it, but I would find a use for zebra print duct tape in my house because it is just too awesome to stick under your sink.
No. Seriously. I'm actually kinda curious. I want to know which girl is going to advance along with Amber, Kree, Candice and Angela.
I want to know who's going to advance among the Men, who were mostly a mediocre lot.
And, finally, I want to know if the judges are going to toss in any twists, two wild cards, perhaps? "Idol" is ending a week earlier this year, so I suppose that if you eliminate the Judges' Save and just do a Top 10, that fits, right?
We'll see. It'll take 90 minutes, but we'll find out.
Throw together a low-lit club, your favorite tank and bikini, the Dutty Wine, the stocking cap you owned in high school, Lil Viscious, Chaka Demus & Pliers' "Murder She Wrote,"and -- gasp! -- Lil Kim and you've got Nicki Minaj and French Montana together in the music video for the latter rapper's "Freaks."
Minaj makes a severely hot-n-bothered appearance in said gold pasties with only a jacket to keep her warm as Montana's over-dressed in this club-based video, for a song that's equally hot. I love the matter-of-factness in the MMG MC's voice, and Minaj's high-heeled dominance on the throne. ("American Idol" may have her climb down, though, and put on a shawl.)
It’s a good thing the members of Lady Antebellum have their day jobs because, as their new video for “Downtown” proves, Hillary Scott makes a lousy felon, and Charles Kelley and David Haywood make donut-obsessed, hilariously inept cops. (Plus, why the boys are trying to do New York accents when they’re in Los Angeles is beyond me, but that would be thinking about it way too hard).