Jonny Lee Miller and two-time Olivier Award winner Bertie Carvel will star in the spring Broadway production of Ink, James Graham’s play about a young Rupert Murdoch and the “rogue editor” he recruits to help vitalize both a newspaper…
Jonny Lee Miller and two-time Olivier Award winner Bertie Carvel will star in the spring Broadway production of Ink, James Graham’s play about a young Rupert Murdoch and the “rogue editor” he recruits to help vitalize both a newspaper and London’s 1960s press wars.
Miller (CBS’ Elementary) will play the Sun editor Larry Lamb, with Carvel reprising his Olivier Award-winning performance as Murdoch.
Directed by Rupert Goold, Ink begins previews Tuesday, April 2, 2019, at the…
CBS has picked up “Elementary” and “Amazing Race” for the 2017-18 season, the network announced Saturday.
On its way into its sixth season, “Elementary” is a contemporary update of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s character Sherlock Holmes. Jonny Lee Miller stars as the famed former Scotland Yard consultant, with Lucy Liu as Dr. Joan Watson.
Reality competition “Amazing Race,” which sees teams of pairs racing all around the world to complete tasks, is currently in Season 29.
Earlier in the day, CBS canceled freshman comedy “The Great Indoors,” starring Joel McHale.
Previously, CBS had already given early renewals to 16 of its series, including five freshman shows, “Bull,” “Kevin Can Wait,” “MacGyver,” “Man With a Plan” and “Superior Donuts.”
Long-running favorites such as all three iterations of “NCIS,” “Criminal Minds,” “The Big Bang Theory,” “Blue Bloods” and “Hawaii Five-0” are also returning. Dramas “Scorpion” and “Madam Secretary,” along with comedies like “Kevin Can Wait,” “Mom” “Life in Pieces” and “Man With a Plan” were also renewed.
CBS has picked up “Elementary” and “Amazing Race” for the 2017-18 season, the network announced Saturday.
On its way into its sixth season, “Elementary” is a contemporary update of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s character Sherlock Holmes. Jonny Lee Miller stars as the famed former Scotland Yard consultant, with Lucy Liu as Dr. Joan Watson.
Reality competition “Amazing Race,” which sees teams of pairs racing all around the world to complete tasks, is currently in Season 29.
Earlier in the day, CBS canceled freshman comedy “The Great Indoors,” starring Joel McHale.
Previously, CBS had already given early renewals to 16 of its series, including five freshman shows, “Bull,” “Kevin Can Wait,” “MacGyver,” “Man With a Plan” and “Superior Donuts.”
Long-running favorites such as all three iterations of “NCIS,” “Criminal Minds,” “The Big Bang Theory,” “Blue Bloods” and “Hawaii Five-0” are also returning. Dramas “Scorpion” and “Madam Secretary,” along with comedies like “Kevin Can Wait,” “Mom” “Life in Pieces” and “Man With a Plan” were also renewed.
Nostalgia for the ’90s has a special double potency. The decade is now old enough that we can look back at it with the same bittersweet remember when? tug that powered ’80s nostalgia and ’70s nostalgia — and, before that, the 1962 nostalgia of “American Graffiti” (the movie that was the true launchpad of nostalgia… Read more »
Nostalgia for the ’90s has a special double potency. The decade is now old enough that we can look back at it with the same bittersweet remember when? tug that powered ’80s nostalgia and ’70s nostalgia — and, before that, the 1962 nostalgia of “American Graffiti” (the movie that was the true launchpad of nostalgia... Read more »
With the “Lust for Life” drums pounding and Ewan McGregor’s older, maybe wiser ex-junkie surveying the tiny room that housed cinema’s grimmest heroin withdrawal, this new trailer couldn’t herald the arrival of anything but Danny Boyle’s T2 Trainspotting.
“Twenty years have just flown by, yeah?” says Ewen Bremner’s Spud to McGregor’s Mark Renton. Maybe, maybe not, but the Trainspotting gang’s back just the same, with Jonny Lee Miller’s Sick Boy and Robert Carlyle’s Begbie…
With the “Lust for Life” drums pounding and Ewan McGregor’s older, maybe wiser ex-junkie surveying the tiny room that housed cinema’s grimmest heroin withdrawal, this new trailer couldn’t herald the arrival of anything but Danny Boyle’s T2 Trainspotting.
“Twenty years have just flown by, yeah?” says Ewen Bremner’s Spud to McGregor’s Mark Renton. Maybe, maybe not, but the Trainspotting gang’s back just the same, with Jonny Lee Miller’s Sick Boy and Robert Carlyle’s Begbie…
How do you follow a cult success that defined the zeitgeist for a generation of film lovers, music fans and (recreational) drug users?
Such is the legacy of Danny Boyle’s “Trainspotting,” and such was the pressure of expectation that getting the “band” back together has taken 20 years. But at last it’s here and, as a nervous-looking Boyle himself admitted introducing the very first screening in London’s Leicester Square on January 19, all the returning actors would look at him while shooting it last summer as if to say: “This had better not be shite, Danny.”
So, to assuage the fears of many — Boyle included — “T2 Trainspotting” (opening January 27 in the UK, March 17 in the USA) isn’t shite. However, the original film’s bitterly ironic yet uplifting mantra “Choose Life” has now mutated into a rather less inspirational “Choose Disappointment.”
The lead character Mark Renton, played once again by a boyish-looking Ewan McGregor, utters these words during a litany of what he considers the modern world’s ills, many of which include social media (nothing dates a movie as awfully as words like “Snapchat” and “Twitter”), and you can’t help viscerally feeling that very disappointment, which is the film’s dominant theme. Here are four characters who were losers when we left them in 1996 and who haven’t made any strides forward.
Renton is now falling off a treadmill in a gym in Amsterdam. Begbie (Robert Carlyle) remains in an Edinburgh prison, Simon “Sickboy” Williamson (Jonny Lee Miller) has graduated to blackmailing local dignitaries with the help of pretty Bulgarian sex worker Veronika (impressive newcomer Angela Nedyalkova), and “Spud” Murphy (Ewen Bremner) is still a junkie, his life ruined by not being able to cope with clocks going forward an hour in summertime: “How was I supposed to know it was summer? I was still wearing a jumper…”
Returning screenwriter John Hodge, working vaguely from executive producer Irvine Welsh’s original novel and its 2002 follow-up “Porno,” supplies a bitter strain of humor but channels it more into great gulps of regret. “It’s not a mess,” says someone, “it’s just masculine,” and you can feel the drug-ruined testosterone pulsing through the characters: at one point, the still-terrifying Begbie even nicks a packet of Viagra in order to restore feeling to his long-dormant penis.
Boyle’s film, meanwhile, is addicted to its own nostalgia, or as one character calls it, “being a tourist in your own youth.” For Renton, it’s about going home; for Begbie, it’s about revenge; for Sickboy, it’s about being stuck in your aunt’s old pub in a city hooked on 80s nostalgia nights while European subsidies and waves of gentrification obliterate the past. (To say nothing of the fact that the tourist board’s girl-in-a-kilt at the airport saying, “Welcome to Edinburgh” is really from Slovenia.)
There are, of course, some bravura Boyle moments, such as when Sickboy’s apartment turns into a football stadium, or Spud’s cold turkey finds Bremner (the best performer of the lot) silhouetted like Nosferatu on the peeling wall of his squalid council flat. Or when Renton finds himself re-enacting his iconic dash through the Edinburgh streets, only to end up splayed across yet another car.
Time has not diminished the directors love for a variety of shots and angles: Boyle simply can’t resist forcing his now-regular cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle into every corner of the set, shooting high and low, distorting the lens, a Dutch tilt here, a Scottish wobble there.
It’s as if Boyle hasn’t got quite enough confidence in the script or the performers; his energy as a director sometimes hampers his vision as an artist. And while the first film somehow captured, defined and shaped the mid-90s zeitgeist of Brit-pop and dance culture, of New Labor and a new wave of British cinema, you can’t help feel that “T2 Trainspotting” misses any such opportunity, particularly as it was shooting during the Brexit vote and now appears on the eve of Trump marching into the White House. Unless you perceive the zeitgeist now being all about disappointment, which, all things considered, it may well be.
Maybe these junkies are still too carried away with their own stories and addictions to care about the wider world, but while that attitude once made for a cockily self-assured youth rebellion movie, it feels self-obsessed and sad now. And, yes, watching middle-aged men snort coke in dirty toilets is as unattractive as it sounds.
“T2 Trainspotting” isn’t a bad film at all. In places, it’s terrific, but it too often drags in a pool of its own despondency, a miserable and melancholy movie that almost looks a bit embarrassed to be so. As for the soundtrack, which produced two must-have albums 20 years ago, it can’t match its predecessors, although there is clever mash-up work at play, with teasing refrains and chords of Lou Reed and Underworld floating throughout, alongside blasts of Blondie, remixes of Queen’s “Radio Gaga” and new material from Wolf Alice.
It feels trite to observe that “T2 Trainspotting” is a more mature film than its junior self. Of course it is, but the problem is it doesn’t feel wiser, just wearier. But maybe then again, don’t we all?
How do you follow a cult success that defined the zeitgeist for a generation of film lovers, music fans and (recreational) drug users?
Such is the legacy of Danny Boyle’s “Trainspotting,” and such was the pressure of expectation that getting the “band” back together has taken 20 years. But at last it’s here and, as a nervous-looking Boyle himself admitted introducing the very first screening in London’s Leicester Square on January 19, all the returning actors would look at him while shooting it last summer as if to say: “This had better not be shite, Danny.”
So, to assuage the fears of many — Boyle included — “T2 Trainspotting” (opening January 27 in the UK, March 17 in the USA) isn’t shite. However, the original film’s bitterly ironic yet uplifting mantra “Choose Life” has now mutated into a rather less inspirational “Choose Disappointment.”
The lead character Mark Renton, played once again by a boyish-looking Ewan McGregor, utters these words during a litany of what he considers the modern world’s ills, many of which include social media (nothing dates a movie as awfully as words like “Snapchat” and “Twitter”), and you can’t help viscerally feeling that very disappointment, which is the film’s dominant theme. Here are four characters who were losers when we left them in 1996 and who haven’t made any strides forward.
Renton is now falling off a treadmill in a gym in Amsterdam. Begbie (Robert Carlyle) remains in an Edinburgh prison, Simon “Sickboy” Williamson (Jonny Lee Miller) has graduated to blackmailing local dignitaries with the help of pretty Bulgarian sex worker Veronika (impressive newcomer Angela Nedyalkova), and “Spud” Murphy (Ewen Bremner) is still a junkie, his life ruined by not being able to cope with clocks going forward an hour in summertime: “How was I supposed to know it was summer? I was still wearing a jumper…”
Returning screenwriter John Hodge, working vaguely from executive producer Irvine Welsh’s original novel and its 2002 follow-up “Porno,” supplies a bitter strain of humor but channels it more into great gulps of regret. “It’s not a mess,” says someone, “it’s just masculine,” and you can feel the drug-ruined testosterone pulsing through the characters: at one point, the still-terrifying Begbie even nicks a packet of Viagra in order to restore feeling to his long-dormant penis.
Boyle’s film, meanwhile, is addicted to its own nostalgia, or as one character calls it, “being a tourist in your own youth.” For Renton, it’s about going home; for Begbie, it’s about revenge; for Sickboy, it’s about being stuck in your aunt’s old pub in a city hooked on 80s nostalgia nights while European subsidies and waves of gentrification obliterate the past. (To say nothing of the fact that the tourist board’s girl-in-a-kilt at the airport saying, “Welcome to Edinburgh” is really from Slovenia.)
There are, of course, some bravura Boyle moments, such as when Sickboy’s apartment turns into a football stadium, or Spud’s cold turkey finds Bremner (the best performer of the lot) silhouetted like Nosferatu on the peeling wall of his squalid council flat. Or when Renton finds himself re-enacting his iconic dash through the Edinburgh streets, only to end up splayed across yet another car.
Time has not diminished the directors love for a variety of shots and angles: Boyle simply can’t resist forcing his now-regular cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle into every corner of the set, shooting high and low, distorting the lens, a Dutch tilt here, a Scottish wobble there.
It’s as if Boyle hasn’t got quite enough confidence in the script or the performers; his energy as a director sometimes hampers his vision as an artist. And while the first film somehow captured, defined and shaped the mid-90s zeitgeist of Brit-pop and dance culture, of New Labor and a new wave of British cinema, you can’t help feel that “T2 Trainspotting” misses any such opportunity, particularly as it was shooting during the Brexit vote and now appears on the eve of Trump marching into the White House. Unless you perceive the zeitgeist now being all about disappointment, which, all things considered, it may well be.
Maybe these junkies are still too carried away with their own stories and addictions to care about the wider world, but while that attitude once made for a cockily self-assured youth rebellion movie, it feels self-obsessed and sad now. And, yes, watching middle-aged men snort coke in dirty toilets is as unattractive as it sounds.
“T2 Trainspotting” isn’t a bad film at all. In places, it’s terrific, but it too often drags in a pool of its own despondency, a miserable and melancholy movie that almost looks a bit embarrassed to be so. As for the soundtrack, which produced two must-have albums 20 years ago, it can’t match its predecessors, although there is clever mash-up work at play, with teasing refrains and chords of Lou Reed and Underworld floating throughout, alongside blasts of Blondie, remixes of Queen’s “Radio Gaga” and new material from Wolf Alice.
It feels trite to observe that “T2 Trainspotting” is a more mature film than its junior self. Of course it is, but the problem is it doesn’t feel wiser, just wearier. But maybe then again, don’t we all?
