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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

If Movie Promos Were Album Covers

Last week, at some point, somewhere, maybe in my Twitter feed, maybe in a comment on some article or a review, maybe in the heading or sub-heading of some piece of clickbait clogging up the Interweb cosmos, I saw someone refer to a "Batman v Superman" promo photo as a potentially fantastic album cover. And while I, as a theoretical record exec, would not have made that particular still an album cover, it nevertheless, as it absolutely had to, got me to thinking. It got me to thinking about other movie promos that could pass for album covers. Oh, did it. Let the good times roll.

 If Movie Promos Were Album Covers...


Helen & Bobby. If John & Michelle Phillips made like an ultra-psychedelic Simon & Garfunkel. 



The cover of Half-Angel, Half-Devil, a country-western record from the 1970's forgotten by the mainstream but mythical among the aficionados. "Sadder than Loretta Lynn," wrote one rock critic, "like she was raised inside the coal mine."



The third album from Lady Edith Greensly, who re-imagined Evie as Debbie Harry.



Cover of the fourth album, Color Spectrum Demolition, by prog rock band Crevice-Dragon.



The Breakfast Club's self-titled debut album. For Rolling Stone, Danielle Baldacci wrote they were "cohesively mismatched, evidence of how sound can unify through disparate techniques."



This is when Claire Standish left The Breakfast Club and formed her own New Wave trio.



Mitch Kiefer, who was Richard Marx before Richard Marx. This was the cover of his chart-topping second album, Pass the Buck.



The Gem Squashes, forgotten jangly-pop precursors to Wilson Phillips, who released a trio of albums in the 80's. This was their last record, We Three Libras, before pursuing solo careers of varying success.



One-named Adolfina, the electro-pop diva who emerged from Berlin in the 80's but never crossed over in America, not even with Try Another World, her fourth album that granted her immortality on the eastern hemisphere.



Cover of the groundbreaking second album by the legendary, and reclusive, Furtive, No Wave pioneers.



Maritime Law, a German electro-pop outfit from Düsseldorf. This was their sixth album, Underwater Propeller.



These guys never figured out their sound. 



Kate & Leo, the greatest mid-Atlantic synth-pop band of the late 90's. Devout followers (guilty!) still dream of their re-uniting.



Overgrowth, an alt-rock band from the Puget Sound. This is the cover of their seminal second record, E-Rat-icator, after which they broke up on account of creative differences fueled by drugs.



They had one album with one hit song in the late 90's. You remember the hit song, sorta; you don't remember them.



Blaze Orange, southern fried frat rock band that sprung up in Tuscaloosa in the 90's. This is the cover of their third album, What We Would Do. They'll probably be at your state fair this summer.



If The Saturdays were more interested in running people down.



These guys? These guys just played at that bar down the street from you and are wondering if you'll buy their CD for $5. Please, will you buy it.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

JJ Abrams Admits To (Other) Massive Mistakes in The Force Awakens


News lit up the Interwebs yesterday like a volcanic eruption on Mustafar that JJ Abrams, auteur of the most anticipated movie in history, "Star Wars: The Force Awakens", had copped in an interview with Peter Sciretta of Slashfilm to having made a mistake in regard to Princess General Leia Organa's hug near the movie's end. Slashfilm issued a spoiler alert which was essentially rendered moot 22 seconds later when every other site in the solar system picked up on this story and spilled the beans in the headlines but whatevs.

Anyway, the "mistake" to which Abrams confessed was Leia hugging Rey, Taylor Swift of the Western Reaches, rather than Chewbacca in the wake of, uh, something, uh, considerable, uh, taking place. I honestly had no idea this hug had become all the rage in the fashionable circles of Interwebs vitriol. I confess to not even remembering the moment described.

Buried, however, by the lede was Abrams' confession of "That was probably one of the mistakes I made in that." "One of"????? What were the other mistakes he made in that????? Luckily Cinema Romantico was able to pilfer a full transcript of the interview from sources who will not be named.

In it, Abrams also expressed regret for calling Tatooine Jakku ("It was Tatooine. I don't know why we did that. You got me there.") and for turning the TIE Fighter into a two-seater ("I was trying to homage the snowspeeder. That wasn't canonical. I apologize.") and for the little inside joke where the Millennium Falcon's holographic game table briefly springs to life ("No way it would have still been functioning after so many years. I sacrificed plausibility for comedy. My fault.") and for styling Kylo Ren's lightsaber on a Crusader sword rather than a Two Handed Claymore as intended ("The props department argued that Adam Driver never could have lifted a Two Handed Claymore. I should've listened to my gut.") and for failing to include Lando Calrissian ("You could tell from the first cut we showed the studio that a certain - what's the term? - irreproachable suaveness was missing") and for cutting C-3PO's love interest at the last second ("She was voiced by Dolly Wells. It would've been amazing.").

Abrams, however, did not apologize for ignoring George Lucas's advice. "George suggested centering the narrative around establishing the Bank of the New Republic. I thanked him for his two cents but politely declined."

Thursday, April 09, 2015

Report: Nicole Kidman May Have Won Oscar In Parallel Universe

It was recently announced that Nicole Kidman’s “Grace of Monaco”, which debuted at Cannes last year to an international roar of rejection and laughter and promptly fell off the release radar, will make its debut on Lifetime. Essentially this is a straight-to-DVD release except worse because usually no one even notices straight-to-DVD movies aside from when they are browsing Blockbuster shelves which, of course, can’t happen because there are no more Blockbuster shelves.

It’s a harsh hand dealt to her eminence, Ms. Kidman, and yet…..noted Entertainment physicist Peterson M. Gerund has long contended that Television and Cinema are, in fact, parallel universes and that a choice made in one universe might very well yield a different outcomes in the other universe. “In this universe,” Mr. Gerund explained when we reached him by phone at his home in Pasadena, “the outcome is airing it on Lifetime. But in the parallel universe of Cinema it’s entirely possible that ‘Grace of Monaco’ was a rip-roaring success and Ms. Kidman won an Oscar.”

So there you have it. In a parallel universe Nicole Kidman probably won an Oscar for “Grace of Monaco”. We salute her.

Nicole Kidman, two-time Oscar winner when counting parallel universes.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Final Scene of Mission: Impossible Space Vertigo

In all the hullabaloo regarding the 117,000 superhero movies greenlit over the course of the next 75 years what got lost was the announcement that Tom Cruise would be starring in another 5 “Mission: Impossible” movies over the next 20 years. The final film, slated to be titled “Mission: Impossible Space Vertigo” will be helmed by a Finnish director you haven't heard of because he hasn't made a movie yet.


One of Cinema Romantico's most trusted sources was able to get his hands on a copy of the “Space Vertigo” screenplay, and the last scene's twist is so delicious I was left with no choice but to share it. And while I hesitate to divulge this information for fear of reprisals from both the studio and the Cruise Camp, well, I think when you see the “twist” I’m talking about you will agree it was worth the risk. The final scene has been re-printed below with no embellishments…

EXT. SPACE ELEVATOR - 96,000 KM ABOVE EARTH

Ethan Hunt dangles from the tippy-top of the elevator, wearing a space helmet that, somehow, still allows his flowing locks to dangle to just below his neck, as Aarne Klaus, in a jet-black spacesuit, floating weightlessly, taunts him from just above.

Ethan looks down, Earth spinning just below him, its atmosphere ready and willing to incinerate him should be fall.

Klaus rears back with his pugilistic space gloves and slams into both of Ethan’s desperate hands. 

With a defiant yell, Ethan lets go and falls, falling and falling toward Earth. Nothing can stop his ultimate demise now.

INT. FLANAGAN'S COCKTAILS & DREAMS - MANHATTAN - PRESENT DAY

BRIAN FLANAGAN, leaning against the back counter of illuminated liquor with a mop in hand, is dozing while standing up. Seeing this, his wife, JORDAN MOONEY, smacks him with a wet dish towel.

JORDAN: Hey. Dufus. You were sleeping on the job again.

BRIAN: I just had the strangest dream. I dreamt that I was a special agent in the IMF.

JORDAN: IMF? You mean, like “Mission: Impossible”? The old TV show?

BRIAN: Yeah, exactly.

JORDAN: Was Peter Graves there?

BRIAN: I think so. But he looked more like Jon Voight.

JORDAN: Jon Voight?

BRIAN: And I was married to that girl we saw in “True Detective.”

JORDAN: Maggie Hart? You were married to Maggie Hart?

BRIAN: It was really weird. My personality kept changing. And the tone of the whole dream was just like......all over the place. Like, I was slipping in and out of different dreamscapes created by different people. They were so uneven in quality. It felt like I was at this dock in Sydney for, like, 127 hours. 

JORDAN: No more daiquiris for you before bed. By the way, one of the regulars threw up in the bathroom again. Too many whiskey sours.

BRIAN: (sighs) I’ll get to it.

JORDAN: Cocktails and dreams, eh, Bri’?

Brian shuffles off. In the distance, from the jukebox, or perhaps an old transistor radio, we hear “Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you / Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama”…

FADE OUT

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Santa Monica Pier Mystérieux

I like to imagine alternate histories. I like to imagine George Washington living now and becoming the world's greatest craft brewer. I like to imagine the Aztecs whooping some Cortés ass. I like to imagine Colt McCoy's futile throwaway pass in the waning moments of the 2009 Big 12 Championsip Game not hitting that godforsaken railing. I like to imagine Little Boots playing the London Olympics Closing Ceremonies instead of the Spice Girls. I like to imagine Sofia Coppola winning the Best Director Oscar for 2003 and all the Peter Jackson fanatics in hobbit costumes looking at their TV screens bewildered while all the Sofia-ites toast their Sofia Blanc de Blanc and crank Jesus & Mary Chain.

But what I really like to imagine is Rose Dewitt Bukater & Jack Dawson living now rather than then and becoming the world's most prominent electronica duo.

And their first album cover would look like this...