Tony Scott, director of Top Gun and the new Taking of Pelham 123 remake, tells Andrew Pulver about the lure of action movies, how he moved from painting to film-making, and the ‘R word’ – his brother Ridley
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Why Hollywood doesn’t get the internet
Lights! Camera! Dongle! As Tony Scott’s remake of The Taking of Pelham 123 proves, the movies’ relationship with modern computing is often strained. It’s time for Hollywood to uninstall updates, says Damon Wise
Tony Scott is possibly the most modern director working in Hollywood today. His films move so quickly, look so restless, and take place in a world so contemporary, you know that not only were they made in the last 12 months, they might actually have been made in the last five minutes. Scott doesn’t care about posterity, he cares about right now. But with his remake of The Taking Of Pelham 123 – originally a talky, character-based heist thriller from 1974 – he’s made a schoolboy error. There are many ways to signify modernity in such a reboot – mention the fate of the Twin Towers, show an iPod, even have a flashmob party – but to have your leading man hunched over his laptop breaks one of the commandments of modern film: thou shalt not Google.
Hollywood hates the internet because it makes Hollywood redundant. Hollywood is about action and LOUD, INTENSE DIALOGUE!!! It is about confrontation and conflict, sexual frissons and personal interaction. It is not about websites, Wi-Fi and Fatso The Keyboard Cat. But in the new-look Taking Of Pelham 123, after a promising opening in which John Travolta’s tattooed ex-con commandeers a packed subway train and kills a few commuters just to prove his hijacker credentials, our braying antihero is shown staring at his laptop all the time. For reasons that will never satisfactorily become clear, he’s playing some sort of game with the stockmarket that will pay much higher dividends than the $10m ransom he is demanding. Whatever. But it is a measure of the ubiquity of the internet these days that it’s really quite painful to see anyone actually using it.
Since the terrible 1995 Sandra Bullock conspiracy movie The Net, Hollywood has been surprisingly coy about the World Wide Web, using computer interfaces in reserve simply to move the plot along. In the days of film noir, the telephone was a staple device, but the mysteries of a one-sided conversation (“OK … ” Click! Brrrrrr … ) just do not translate in this world of SMS, email and Skype. Indeed, the only true romcom of the WWW age remains You’ve Got Mail, a 1998 remake of a 1940 James Stewart vehicle in which two workmates who hate each other fall in love via pseudonymous emails, just as their predecessors fell in love via anonymous, handwritten letters – a cute formula that was nicely subverted in Miranda July’s Me And You And Everyone We Know (2005), in which a sexually jaded gallery owner falls for the smutty chatroom talk of a little boy.
But there’s not a lot in between. Emails don’t generate much emotion, and this was used to great effect in the 2006 French thriller Tell No One, in which a widower accused of murdering his wife receives a cryptic email, eight years later, showing the woman very much alive. From here, though, the film reverts to type. Though it starts in cyberspace, it ends with shootings and car chases, much like any American equivalent. Because there’s only so much the internet can do, and for the most part these days, the internet is simply used as shorthand for research, replacing the old horror movie/thriller device in which suspicious parties visit the vaults of local newspapers to find out the details of past crimes, or pull out a book to investigate a hunch. Even The Da Vinci Code, the most soporific “thriller” ever made – in which its star boards a double-decker London bus and says, in all seriousness, “I’ve got to get to a library … fast!” – didn’t bother wasting our time with much internet faffing, preferring instead to rope in some random youth with a WAP phone and a browser.
Indeed, although Ken Loach’s recent film Looking For Eric drew plaudits from largely male critics who were blinded by the sight of football superstar Eric Cantona walking and talking, sometimes even at the same time, not many noticed that the film itself was really quite a gimmicky step back for one of British cinema’s normally most nuanced directors. Not only did it climax in a vigilante free-for-all which, in Cannes, had Quentin Tarantino punching the air (a put-it-on-the-poster seal of approval for anyone else), but the film was bogged down by a happy-slapping subplot involving gangsters, camcorders and YouTube.
This might be Loach’s bid to stake some kind of claim on modernity, but it’s worth noting that even Hollywood has cottoned on to the fact that such modernity is anathema to drama. How many films have you seen in which mobile phones are broken, don’t get a signal or run crucially out of juice? How many films have you seen in which a simple down/upload takes an excruciating amount of time while morally ambiguous character actors pad closer and closer? And how many films have you seen in which a code is refused, re-entered, changed and finally accepted in a font-size so big that even Mr Magoo would see it? Let’s face it, the entire Da Vinci Code could easily have been solved using a combination of Wikipedia, 192.com and Yahoo.
Another ghastly modern trope that The Taking Of Pelham 123 uses is the webcam. In a nod to the growing phenomenon of “citizen journalism”, one of the passengers has conveniently left his laptop open, providing a live feed to his girlfriend, who takes it straight to the news networks. Something similar worked pretty well for last year’s first-person-POV monster flick Cloverfield, but it’s perhaps no coincidence that the last time a computer webcam provided a major point in a mainstream movie was probably 1999′s American Pie, which found a horny teenager trying to broadcast a live sex tape to his mates. But even with its cyberspace trimmings, that movie degenerated into a plain, old-fashioned Hollywood morality tale, and by the final reel the webcam has all but been forgotten.
There are, however, exceptions. Modernity can and has been used to great effect, in remakes too, and not just to emphasise the new “newness”. DJ Caruso’s Disturbia (2007), despite its horrible title, updated Hitchcock’s 1954 classic Rear Window and largely succeeded, simply by placing its teen hero under house arrest. Tagged and confined to quarters, this volatile kid becomes defined by what technology will and won’t let him do: his electronic tag means he can’t leave the front and back yards, but the denial of phone and computer shrinks his capacity for defence when faced with a neighbour who may or may not be a killer. The same goes for Tony Scott’s own Enemy Of The State (1998), a loose remake of The Conversation in which Will Smith’s hapless lawyer becomes a victim of a virtual assault that robs him of his identity.
In The Taking Of Pelham 123, however, the use of wireless technology is crass to the point of embarrassing, taking great lengths to explain how Travolta’s character gets a signal down in the bowels of the New York transport system when, quite frankly, it would be more helpful to see Travolta’s character as anything more that just a two-dimensional psycho with a Vaio. It’s worrying that, in 2009, we’re expected to be distracted from the implausible dialogue, hollow special-effects action and lame plotting – all less convincing than they ever were in the ingenious 1974 original – simply because the bad guy’s got a laptop and a dongle. A very poor show indeed.
Cut the wap
How using the internet completely ruins drama …
• Citizen Kane (1941) “Now available to buy on eBay!!! One child’s sledge, hand carved. Named ‘Rosebud’. Formerly owned by Charles Foster Kane. Believed missing; slightly singed. Only one in existence. NO RESERVE.”
• Psycho (1960) From Mysinglefriend.com: “Mrs Bates has this to say about Norman: ‘If you’re looking for a great time, then I recommend you get in touch with my son. A hard worker, he likes reading, dressing-up and taxidermy. Painted sluts need not apply!”
• Pacific Heights (1990) From Craigslist: “Located in sunny San Francisco, this delightful newly refurnished apartment is situated on the basement floor of a traditional building. No sociopaths, please. Smoker preferred. Must love dogs!”
• The Commitments (1991) From the Commitments’ MySpace page: “Thanks for the add, guys! Keep up the good work! There is a market for what you’re doing, you know!”
• Shallow Grave (1994) “Attention criminals on the run! PayPal lets you send money to anyone with email. PayPal is free for consumers, and works seamlessly with your existing credit card and current account … ”
• The Lost World (1997) “Google Earth 6.0 features abandoned sites of prehistorical interest (believed missing) … “
• I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (1998) “Hey, guys, I’ve
just Yahooed the capital of Brazil and it says it’s Brasilia. It’s not Rio
De Janeiro at all. Hmm, I think we’re being set up … “
• The Truman Show (1998) From Truman Burbank’s Twitter feed: “Outsideviewer@Truman: Hey dude ur parents r totally lying 2 U; U live on TV man … “
• Titanic (1997) From weather.com, circa 1914: “Large passenger ships
sailing in the Atlantic Ocean are advised to be aware of a large iceberg
400 miles east of Newfoundland. Proceed with caution!”
• The Taking Of Pelham 123 is out on Friday
‘Watchmen punishes the audience’
Watch the opening five minutes of the film version of Alan Moore’s dystopian comic book. Plus, director Zack Snyder fights back at his critics and reveals how he almost cast Brad Pitt. Watchmen is out on DVD and Blu-ray on 27 July
It could have been so very different: Christian Bale as Dr Manhattan, the cyan superman of the Watchmen universe, Brad Pitt, perhaps, as Nite Owl, the liberal face of masked vigilantism. Who knows? Perhaps Angelina Jolie could have portrayed the slinky yet vulnerable Silk Spectre. Tom Cruise, in Collateral-style sociopath mode, might have made a passable Rorschach.
Zack Snyder is talking about an early conception of Watchmen, his adaptation of the seminal Alan Moore graphic novel, in which the various characters were to have been played by A-list Hollywoodlanders. The idea was to use the celebrity status of the actors to mirror the obsessive public scrutiny experienced by Watchmen’s “masks”, who exist in an alternate 1985 in which superheroes – of a sort – have been walking the streets for the past half century.
“It’s funny because early on we talked about doing a bigger, more sort of Ocean’s Eleven style cast,” says Snyder, on the phone from LA. “But the problem was that, as I was working on that concept, it was all about the irony of casting a movie like that, with big stars, so that the casting kind of commented on their roles.
“The truth is that it’s a difficult thing for actors to be that self aware. I think in the end it’s a perfect cast because they are those characters. I’m not sure it would have worked with, you know, Brad Pitt in the Nite Owl suit, or whatever. When you have people on screen that the audience doesn’t know so well, the characters have their own identity: it becomes its own thing.”
And that’s also what’s noticeable about Snyder’s version of Watchmen, out on DVD in the UK next week. It too has its own identity, one which transcends its roots in Moore’s original comic book. From the glorious, hyperreal montage that comprises the opening scene – as Bob Dylan’s Times They Are A-Changin’ serenades 50 years of alternative US history where masked vigilantes have changed the course of the 20th century – to the climactic denouement, rather different to Moore’s (pretty bonkers) ending, the film is resolutely Snyder’s own. Just as the original graphic novel represented a sea-change in comic book sensibilities, Snyder’s film bears little resemblance to any other comic book adaptation of recent times.
That may have been its downfall with the critics, who were not always kind, and it certainly didn’t help the movie’s box office, which failed to meet expectations of a giant, Dark Knight-style haul. Yet few could criticise Watchmen as the sort of hack job expected from a former commercials director with only two previous features under his belt (a remake of zombie classic Dawn of the Dead, and another comic book adaption, the notoriously gory 300). A significant minority labelled the movie a flawed work of genius.
“The thing I find fascinating about the whole way Watchmen was received is that 10% or less of the critics seemed to have actually read the graphic novel,” laughs Snyder. “I feel like a lot of them just went to Wikipedia. Because it really is not a movie, in a traditional sense. And if you try to analyse it in those terms – and not in terms of its relationship to pop culture – then you kind of miss the point.
“It’s a two-and-a-half hour R-rated movie, and there’s no precedent for that type of film becoming a huge blockbuster. What’s popular about The Dark Knight is that it’s a superhero movie at its core. When Batman puts on his costume, that’s badass: ‘Yeah Batman, go kick some ass’. Watchmen is an entirely different experience: it punishes the audience. It says: “Oh you like the Comedian? Oh, he’s a rapist, by the way.” From an intellectual standpoint that’s fun to do, but its offputting if you’re there to enjoy a movie that’s supposed to be a superhero movie.
“At the same time, I really wanted it to be marketed that way. I wanted people to think it’s going to be a standard superhero movie, and then they’re confronted by all these ideas. Because that’s what the graphic novel did to me when I read it. Someone said to me: ‘Hey you have to check out Watchmen, it’s really cool.’ And I read it, and I remember thinking: ‘OK, this is going to be a cool graphic novel, with superheroes.’ And then half way through – well less than half way – I found myself thinking: ‘What’s this? What’s happening here?’ And that was a cool experience for me, especially where I was in my graphic novel education. So I tried to bring that into the movie as much as I could.”
One area in which the film version surpasses the occasionally twee source material is in its all out action sequences, which are unrelentingly mucky and mesmeric, but surprisingly classy in their realisation. Snyder’s trademark slo-mo blends in nicely and there are no obvious, cringeworthy moments reminiscent of the classic “This is Sparta” sequence in 300. Along with the film-maker’s bloodthirstiness, it’s an aspect of his work that has seen Snyder criticised in some quarters. Is that something that bothers him?
“I wasn’t just going: ‘Oh we need more slo-mo here,’” he laughs. “I don’t have a sign or anything: ‘More slo-mo!’ I actually really restrained myself this time.
“It’s a little bit of grease – it kind of smooths everything out and makes everything look a little more graceful,” he adds. “The fun thing about Watchmen was to try and make those things that I love part of the movie, to make those techniques comment rather than just exist on their own as a cool device. I hope that’s what I did, because I felt like I was objective.”
One thing Snyder can be justly proud of is the performances he drew from the cast of Watchmen. Yet the director is happy to admit that the likes of Jackie Earle Haley, whose take on the morally absolute Rorschach brought him huge acclaim, and Billy Crudrup (Dr Manhattan), were so well-prepared, they did not require significant direction.
“I think Jackie did an amazing job,” says Snyder. “I can’t imagine anyone else being Rorschach. He cared so deeply about the part and about the character, that once he and I had had conversations about what he wanted to do, I was confident. It was kind of a case of that was taken care of. He’s a very challenging actor in the sense that he wants everything to be perfect. In a movie you have a number of takes and a schedule, but you often want one extra take. And then he would nail it.”
I suggest that Crudrup’s task, to inject life into the omnipotent Dr Manhattan despite the character being realised entirely via motion capture techniques, must have been particularly tough.
“With Billy I knew he was an amazing actor, but he really gave the animators everything they needed,” says Snyder. “They looked at his performance and just duplicated it. And it was awesome. Dr Manhattan is probably my favourite character, so it was difficult that it was a labour of love. You make your whole movie and then that performance is only revealed at the end of the process. I knew Billy had done it, but it was a case of: if they can get Billy in the movie then it’s going to be awesome.”
While his cast’s professionalism may have been a boon, Snyder’s task on Watchmen was not helped much by the looming ghost of Moore, who maintains something of a reputation as a surly Northampton hermit. The writer who transformed the 1980s comic book scene with graphic novels such as V For Vendetta and From Hell condemned the movie out of hand before it had even reached cinemas, claiming his original work was unfilmable. Did Snyder try to reach out to the former 2000AD man?
“When I came on board this movie he had already sworn us off,” says the film-maker. “I didn’t even get a chance to plead my case, to be honest. I have great respect for Alan and he had asked: ‘Please don’t try to approach me or talk to me or change anything about what I think.’ So really I just tried to respect that as much as I could. And the problem with that, was that it basically just meant: don’t ask. He’s clearly a genius, and I hope – I’m sure he doesn’t, but I hope – he understands; I was just trying to respect his wishes. He’s actually been amazingly cool about it recently.”
Yet this does not sound like the Alan Moore who, prior to its release, told a journalist from the LA Times that he had put a curse on Watchmen, adding: “I can tell you that I will also be spitting venom all over it for months to come.”
“Well not cool, but not like lashing out at us,” backtracks Snyder, chuckling. “I’m sure he’s still like: ‘I’ll kill that Snyder’, but maybe it’s a boring question now or no one’s asking him it.”
I tell him I have a sneaking suspicion that Moore might actually quite like the film, if he saw it. “I don’t know if he’s seen it, so I can only speculate,” he says, tactfully.
One suspects that part of Moore’s problem with the film was that his original book is not a linear work that lends itself to an orthodox movie plotline. It is a colourful scrapbook of different stories told through a variety of media: excerpts from the memoirs of former superheroes, cuttings from news articles, even an entirely separate but intertwined story in the shape of bloodthirsty pirate comic Tales From the Black Freighter. These all came together to form a vivid, post-modern take on comic book tropes that both celebrated and satirised the genre and its medium. The theatrical version, despite its epic running time, could never hope to equal that sort of depth and richness.
Fans are still hoping that the eventual “Ultimate” cut, which will follow a three-hour plus director’s cut onto DVD (the version about to be released is the theatrical version), will finally present Watchmen as it was meant to be seen, complete with regular segueing from the main story into the Black Freighter subplot, and the double-act between a comic-book obsessed young boy and a newsstand owner (both named Bernie), which are as important to Moore’s version as the main storyline.
“I made a deal with the studio that I would do The Black Freighter section [for a separately available DVD] as long as they gave me some money to shoot the ins and outs with the two Bernies at the news stand,” says Snyder. “With those two actors, we almost did a separate movie. They didn’t even know that we were making the whole Watchmen movie. As far as they know the whole thing takes place on a street corner. I think that [for] fans of the graphic novel, when they see the ultimate version, it will complete a bunch of the storylines.”
Of course, any critics who were confused by the original movie are going to really hate this version, but Snyder, again, doesn’t seem to be too bothered. This is a film-maker almost uniquely in touch with his audience: he doesn’t come from an arthouse background, but then neither do most of his viewers. He doesn’t particularly care whether he is lauded as a great director by the kind of critics who love to watch arthouse movies.
“I guess I like gore and action. I like genre,” he says. “I make the kind of movies that I would like to watch.”
Snyder doesn’t get nearly as much stick as another former commercials director who made the leap into film-making, the much-maligned McG. Does he feel there is an unfair stigmatism attached to those who launched their careers in commercial territory?
“I’m really proud of the work that I did in the ad world,” he says. “I really feel like it was an incredible visual school for me. I did 15 years of commercials, three a month, a lot of them in Europe. I’m a huge fan of arthouse and independent film-makers, but it’s hard to compare that with 15 years of me running film through a camera every day, so that the tools are second nature. You can say what you want about me as far as storytelling, but shot-making is a thing that I feel pretty comfortable doing.
“McG is a really nice guy but I think he’s made such an eclectic span of films that I can’t say that anyone really has a handle on what he’s about. I just make movies that I like, and that I want to see. I do think that commercial directors do get a bad rap. Everyone assumes they are just going to be very Hollywood and just want to crack out the blockbusters. Maybe it’s because I’ve made slightly odd films that I’ve gotten around that a little bit.”
Watchmen certainly makes for a pretty odd sort of superhero movie. But then the graphic novel was a pretty odd sort of comic book. Hollywood would no doubt have been pleased if the film had ended up being the Ocean’s Eleven of superhero movies that Snyder once considered. Instead, Watchmen turned out to be something far less generic, a lot less facile and, I suspect, rather more durable. Even Alan Moore might approve of that.
Dead-eyed Potter
Harry Potter: the verdicts
Despite its status as a sure-fire hit, the latest instalment has garnered lukewarm reviews in the UK and is dividing opinion among die-hard fans
It’s already looking like it may rival Transformers for the title of biggest film of the year at the UK box office. But what do the critics so far think of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, the sixth instalment of JK Rowling’s tales of witchcraft and wizardry? Well, they’re not exactly bowled over, but few seem willing to condemn David Yates’s second effort in the director’s chair out of hand.
Most seem of the opinion that Half-Blood Prince is a perfectly entertaining if somewhat workmanlike addition to the canon; that Yates is capable of some transcendent action sequences, and while the actors playing Harry and his pals are still not quite there – one wonders now if they ever will be – the supporting cast is still made up of the finest British thesps available. Helena Bonham Carter, as the insane Bellatrix Lestrange, and newcomer Jim Broadbent as the slimy Professor Horace Slughorn are singled out for praise.
The consensus seems to be that these films are never going to be remarkable standalone cinematic experiences – fans of Alfonso Cuarón’s startling The Prisoner of Azkaban might disagree – but that the Potter phenomenon is so unstoppable that they remain enjoyable experiences nonetheless.
“The latest instalment is more of the same tried and tested formula to be sure, but it’s a formula that produces pure gold as far as the fans are concerned,” Wendy Ide writes in the Times. “The Potter movie experience is bigger than the sum of the individual talents that contribute to its making. David Yates, the director, orchestrates the picture with dizzying energy and confidence, but the might of the Potter phenomenon dwarfs his individual artistic contribution.”
The Telegraph’s Sarah Crompton writes: “Voldemort never actually appears, and there are surprisingly few action sequences – adapter Steve Kloves, back in his chair after a one-film absence, has taken the surprising decision to junk the one big battle in the book. But those there are – a chase in the corn between Harry and the Death Eaters, the scene in a forbidding cave where Harry and Dumbledore seek to unravel Voldemort’s secrets – crackle with a chilling sense of threat.”
“Director David Yates knows how to play all the cards,” writes our own Andrew Pulver. “Although a touch ungainly, his film is solidly constructed, with lots of fine effects. If, as Potter approaches his final confrontation with Voldemort, the wizardly battles begin to resemble Lord of the Rings, it’s hardly a handicap; this is tried and tested cinematic language, and does all it needs.”
Perhaps the most damning review comes from Ella Thorold, 15, who the Independent have drafted in to offer a teenage perspective.
“The scriptwriters bungled several key set pieces, including the funeral scene,” she writes. “Although they almost make up for it with a magical passage where students and teachers raise their wands in tribute. Tears poured down many faces in the cinema at that moment.”
She added: “The Half-Blood Prince is frightening, funny, romantic and entertaining but as the end credits rolled, I still felt disappointed. I had waited all year to see my second-favourite Potter book brought to life. If I wasn’t a die-hard fan, I’m sure I would have loved it. My gripe is that the film was simply too different from the book – the writers inserted pointless scenes and took out others crucial to the narrative. It just could have been better.”
Meanwhile, over on Twitter, Ella’s peers can hardly contain their excitement. “Gosh! i cant wait for Harry Potter! after 1.5 year. emma watson looks so pretty! so relief rupert is kicking swine flu’s ass!” wrote francescaarchie.
“Harry potter filled summer holidays coming up with @ashleighontrol we are SUCH GEEKS xD” wrote Laurabeth6, while DriadeNunes said: “@tommcfly Oh, I want so much watch Harry Potter too, but here in Brazil still 7 days :(“
Potter already casting box-office spell
Advance sales mean the sixth instalment in the boy wizard franchise is already on course to overtake Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen as the biggest film of the year
Advance ticket sales for the new Harry Potter film are outpacing those of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen in both the UK and the US, suggesting it could be on course to become the biggest film of the year at the global box office.
Michael Bay’s action blockbuster about warring races of alien robots currently tops the 2009 box office chart. It passed $300m (£186m) in the US today, becoming the first film of the year to do so, and has taken more than £20m in the UK, so far.
Odeon and UCI cinema group, which is the largest in the UK, said it had sold in excess of 76,000 advanced tickets for the sixth Harry Potter film, equating to more than £500,000 in box office takings. So far, the Transformers sequel has taken £8.35m
Vue cinemas, which owns 66 sites, with a total of 641 screens in the UK and Ireland, said The Half-Blood Prince was well ahead of the previous Potter movie, Order of the Phoenix, at a similar point in the sales cycle, although it refused to comment on whether the film was ahead of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
On those sort of figures, The Half-Blood Prince could well break into the all-time UK top 10, although it will have a long way to go before it topples the No 1 film, last year’s Mamma Mia!, which racked up a staggering £69.17m. The Abba musical benefited from huge numbers of repeat viewings, as did the second-placed film, Titanic, which is just behind on £69.03m. The highest-placed Potter film, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, is third, with £66.10m, while Order of the Phoenix lies in 13th spot with £49.43m.
In the US, The Half-Blood Prince is currently accounting for 65% of online ticket sales, according to retailer Fandango. The film, which sees teenage wizard Harry discover a mysterious schoolbook whose previous owner’s annotations help him excel in his potions class, opens on both sides of the Atlantic on 15 July. The sixth big-screen adaptation of JK Rowling’s tales is also ahead of the Order of the Phoenix in the US.
In total, the Harry Potter movies have taken more than $2.77bn at the global box office. In terms of film franchises, only Eon Productions’ James Bond has made more money – £3bn – but from 22 films.
The UK’s top 20 box office hits, 1989-2008
1. Mamma Mia! (2008), £69.2m
2. Titanic (1998), £69m
3. Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (2001), £66.1m
4. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001), £63m
5. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003), £61.1m
6. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002), £57.6m
7. Casino Royale (2006), £55.5m
8. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002), 54.8m
9. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (2006), £52.5m
10. The Full Monty (1997), £52.3m
11. Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace (1999), £51.1m
12. Quantum of Solace (2008), £51.1m
13. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007), £49.43m
14. The Dark Knight (2008), £48.8m
15. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005), £48.6m
16. Shrek 2 (2004), £48.1m
17. Jurassic Park (1993), £47.9m
18. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004), £46.1m
19. The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (2005), £44.4m
20. Toy Story 2 (2000), £44.3m
Source: Nielsen EDI, RSU analysis
Note: Figures have not been inflation adjusted
March of the turkeys
Each summer, the multiplexes spew out a succession of schlockbusters. These films take years to make, and cost millions – so why are they so dire? Top-level Hollywood insiders spill the beans to Ravi Somaiya
By now, we’re immune to blockbusters with flabby expository dialogue, lumpen performances and a CGI budget that should have been spent on a script. It’s expected. When a good one comes along – the first Spiderman, for example – critics and viewers are taken aback.
But, for the most part, the multiplexes show rubbish – directed by the likes of Michael Bay, whose films (Transformers, The Island, Armageddon) score an 8% average rating on the online reviews aggregator Rottentomatoes, or Roland Emmerich (10,000BC, The Day After Tomorrow; he scores 20% on Rottentomatoes), or Brett Ratner (X-Men: The Last Stand; he scores 15%). That these men get paid between $5m and $10m per film makes it more mysterious, because they can presumably afford the £16.98 Amazon asks for a 14-movie Hitchcock box set to see what a good Hollywood blockbuster looks like.
All three have new movies out this year; Bay and Emmerich both had budgets of $200m for theirs. But even if the reviews live up to past form (and those for Bay’s Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen haven’t exactly been glowing), we must be fair to the directors: they shouldn’t have to shoulder the blame alone. It takes a team of talented financiers, writers, producers, directors, gaffers, film processors and editors a long time, a lot of thought and roughly the GDP of Tonga to make an idea into a turkey. So how does it all go wrong? Here – anonymously, for fear of jeopardising their careers – are some of Hollywood’s finest explaining why films, including some of theirs, go bad.
One multi-Oscar-winning writer and director is a cynic. “These people just don’t know what good is,” he says of his experience with studios and blockbuster producers. A screenwriter who recently worked on a big studio film panned by reviewers – one called it “preposterous” – doesn’t agree, but says there are pitfalls built in to the process. His movie starred a marquee name not perhaps renowned for expressive acting. “A lot of people say it might have been better without him,” says the writer, “but there just is no movie unless he’s in it. The studio wanted a vehicle.
“The dialogue and what was in the scenes changed 95%, so it was kind of like watching my movie in Japanese or something. What I wrote was – I hesitate to use the phrase ‘more sophisticated’, but it had a lot more character, whereas the final film had a lot more action. Everything was just on a platter for viewers. A lot of writers don’t mind leaving one or two people out of 10 behind. But directors are pressured from above to dumb it down.”
That, he thinks, is why dreadful expository dialogue is credited to ostensibly good writers who no doubt cringe like the rest of us when they hear it. Such as Hollywood royalty Akiva Goldsman and David Koepp, who wrote the $150m Dan Brown adaptation Angels and Demons, which was widely critiqued, by Xan Brooks in this paper among others, for characters who provided a “running commentary” on the action for viewers.
The test-screening process – in which studios show their most expensive films to focus groups and then change them accordingly – also has to take some of the blame for the artistic failure of his movie, says the screenwriter. “They’re going for the widest possible audience. So you end up having a movie that doesn’t offend anyone and which everyone doesn’t mind, instead of a movie some people love. But I never lost sight of the fact that I was happy to see it made.”
Would he be as happy to see, say, Brett Ratner attached to his next project, if it would guarantee a green light? He sighs. “I’ve reached the point where I’m lucky enough to say I’d be sad. The buck always stops with the director, in my experience. It’s a director’s medium.”
A producer responsible for what he admits were some less-than-stellar big-budget films is pragmatic about the process: “Films are not easy to get made. And a producer is constantly trying to get them off the ground. If there’s a director whose films show a profit, such as Michael Bay or Brett Ratner, and you can present that director as attached, then you may get the money to make your film.” And Bay and Ratner do make money, as both producers and directors: they have grossed almost a billion dollars each for films they’ve been attached to.
“It’s a business,” says the producer. “They’re not art films. We do sometimes employ brilliant screenwriters to do passes on things; some of the blockbuster scripts are actually great. But studio films are, for better or worse, made by a committee – it’s not the vision of one person. People you call ‘bad’ directors are good at working on big movies. They end up sitting in a room with a dozen people and they have to catch the ideas flying around and place them in the film. There’s not much you can do about it. It’s a complicated process.”
One director, responsible for well-received and Oscar-nominated films budgeted between $20m and $50m, sees such blockbuster-managers as failures, regardless of what the balance sheet shows.”They don’t really direct at all. A script is only a ticket for the journey; it’s not necessarily a map. If you have a director without any vision or understanding of the way film works, it’s going to be bad, no matter how good the script was.”
This particular director once asked for his name to be removed from a film after a clash of egos with a star, so unhappy was he with the finished product. But he now says he has learned to balance the urge to resist pressure from above with the fact that it’s futile to fight the star system. “The main character, played by the star, is the film,” he says. “If the director really gets on with the actor, has a shared vision, knows deep down that their job is to get the best possible performance out of that actor and they have respect for each other, then the collective efforts of those two minds goes a long way to making a good film. You can see it on the screen when that hasn’t happened.”
“It’s narcissism and power that ruin movies,” agrees one veteran publicist. Over three decades, she has seen plenty of those ego clashes between producers, directors and stars. “A lot of producers really want to direct. And if the director is someone who’s malleable, for whatever reason – maybe because he couldn’t get the thing greenlit for 10 years – the power of the producer can corrupt.”
She has seen stories and scripts and characters and performances – the very heart of the movie, in short – change beyond recognition on set. “Anything can prompt a rewrite or a reshoot,” she says. “It could be the director or producer’s wife calling to say, ‘I just read this new draft and you cut out that girl I thought was great,’ or, ‘You said my sister-in-law was going to have a part in the movie and you cut her scene out.’ It could be that the star felt the power had shifted to the co-star and wanted it back.”
When scripts are revised on set, they are colour-coded to avoid confusion. The first draft is white, the second blue, then pink, yellow, green, gold, salmon, cherry and then back to white again, referred to as double white. “I’ve seen scripts get to triple gold,” the publicist says. “They look like rainbows. The original screenplay? God only knows what that was.
“And once you’re finished shooting, there’s more. The stars put in their two cents in during the edit, the director puts in his two cents, the producers do the same. A bad editor can ruin a film. A great editor can take a movie and say, ‘You know what? The third act is the first act. Or the second half of that act is pointless.’ They can rescue it.
“There are so many variables. Making a good movie is like getting an ice sculpture out of a block of ice. There’s something beautiful in there, but it’s fragile and you have to find it.”
This publicist has worked with Michael Bay, and has seen him interact with those who pay his wages. So why does she think he gets hired despite the merit or otherwise of his movies? She thinks for a moment. “Michael is a good salesman,” she says. “He’s great in meetings. And he has great hair.”
Bear that in mind if you find yourself sitting through Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, wondering how the hell it got made.



