Peter Jackson, minus 1,000 Bryan Singers.
When the phone rings for director Bryan Singer at work, someone else takes a message.

But not when it’s Peter Jackson.

In a recent installment of “Bryan’s Video Journal,” direct from the Australian set of Superman Returns, Singer gets a call from Jackson from the nearby New Zealand set for King Kong. Jackson, who’s feeling tired, simply asks that Singer walk away from the reported $250,000,000 movie he’s directing that very second, arrange his own jet travel, and fly across the Tasman Sea to help Jackson shoot some scenes while he grabs a nap.

Which Singer unquestionably then does. And thanks Jackson for calling.

Part 1: Intro to Brianology 

De Palma, Spielberg, and Scorsese enjoy the high-life

afforded them by their Magic Directing Beards.


Tuesday, 18 October 2011 01:00

How to Fix Star Wars

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CC2K's Tony Lazlo imagines how George Lucas' Star Wars prequel trilogy could have rocked.

When I left the theater after seeing Attack of the Clones, I was already pissed off and devastated. I felt this way because the movie sucked, and even if the then-untitled third episode was a perfect, sloppy, wet blowjob of a success, two-thirds of the new Star Wars trilogy would still suck.

Friday, 24 February 2006 15:04

The 5 Obstructions

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You can say what you want about Lars von Trier, but however exasperated his latest provocation has gotten you, he’s hands down the most playfully inventive filmmaker working today. How is it that this weird, sadistic teddy bear of a Dane can jump the tracks of commerce and formula that so many other, more likely, filmmakers can’t?


Friday, 24 February 2006 14:42

Gunplay in movies: Lies!

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Movies, especially action movies, always do at least one thing that just turns me off. Like someone, usually a woman, will walk into a pitch-dark house or apartment and not turn on the light, whereupon this hapless soul is immediately knocked unconscious or gang-tackled by bad guys hiding in the shadows. I mean, the first thing you do when you enter a dark room or house is turn on a light.

Tuesday, 19 November 2013 00:00

The Saavik That Could've Been

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What if Kirstie Alley had played Saavik through the first six Trek movies?

Everything But The Kitchen Sink is a burgeoning genre these days, what with the advent of high-octane, Jerry Bruckheimer blowouts that blitz us with two-and-a-half-hour marathons of movie stars doing the heroic squint, indie actors slumming for a big paycheck, and Aerosmith banging out some more hoary rock ballads. But Bruckheimer and his retinue don’t know how to make a truly great Everything-But-The-Kitchen-Sink (EBTKS) movie. Ideally, an EBTKS movie manages to qualify less as a typical film and more as some bizarre half-breed of traditional narrative and pornography, though they need not always be packed with hard-core fucking. Yes, oftentimes EBTKS movies will feature explicit sex – Caligula, for example – but in other cases its excesses are relegated to extreme violence and ultra-vulgar humor – Bad Boys II, for example, which was financed by Bruckheimer and which sprang from the twisted mind of the master pop-vulgarian himself, Michael Benjamin Bay.