So last night, through the vexing snow of a channel we don’t get, we heard a perky, entertainment-tonight sorta gal say that Owen Wilson thinks an Oscar will bring him true happiness. Now if this koan is meant to illustrate that Wilson is a serious actor, it falls flat. The critical affirmation of your peers won’t make you happy, Owen! You need a summer hit. Will the Wedding Crashers be one? Most likely, which is why we’ll direct our opening weekend attention to Murderball, a doc that raised the roof at Hot Docs and Sundance, and is now basking in the glow of wide release. It’s about quadraplegic rugby players, and it looks fierce!
– Did you lose sleep wondering which side TOist would take in the Gene Wilder/Johnny Depp throwdown? Well fret no longer, because here’s where we stand. We will go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on the Imax. It’s just one of those inevitables that we won’t bother taking pains to suppress. Yes, the posters of Depp give us the willies, and yes, Gene Wilder has had a foothold in our heart since See No Evil, Hear No Evil, but we’re curious.
– Wilsons and Wilders aside, there are some meaty performances to be seen this summer. And while the critics may love My Summer of Love a bit too much, it is, if not an excellent film, at least a very good film. And Nathalie Press may just give the best performance we’ve seen this year. So wrenching, so good. Plus she rides a motorcycle with no motor.
– And if you still haven’t seen March of the Penguins, go! Don’t swim, don’t waddle, don’t glide on your belly in a strangely propulsive manner…Run!