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Vegas King Steve Wynn Ties The Knot, Clint Eastwood Is Best Man
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Las Vegas royalty Steve Wynn said "I do" in a lavish ceremony which saw him walk down the aisle with his British bride Andrea Hissom.
The hotel-owning billionaire is the man behind numerous luxury resorts including the Wynn and Encore resorts.
EXCLUSIVE VIDEO: Leonardo DiCaprio & Judi Dench Crack Up As Boozing Woman Interupts Filming on J. Edgar Set
Posted on Feb 14, 2011 @ 10:10AM - Add a comment
Shooting of Clint Eastwood's new biopic, J. Edgar, was disrupted on the streets of Los Angeles recently when two partiers unknowingly stumbled onto the film's set, leaving the film's stars, Leonardo DiCaprio and Dame Judi Dench, in roaring laughter, and RadarOnline.com has the exclusive video.
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Legendary British star Dench, 76, was clearly amused as the 1930s style vehicle she and DiCaprio were traveling in passed the revelers, who were oblivious to the two superstars in their midst.
PHOTOS: Brad Pitt & Angelina Jolie Steal A Kiss On Set In Budapest
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Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie Wednesday shared a kiss on the set of the yet-to-be-titled film Jolie is currently directing in Budapest, Hungary and RadarOnline.com has the pics for you.
PHOTOS: Brad & Angelina On Set In Budapest
The world famous A-listers both went incognito, donning sunglasses and dark outfits on the crisp autumn day.
DVD Review: Invictus
Posted on May 18, 2010 @ 08:35PM - Add a comment
To the average American, men in tight shorts tossing around a leather ball and tackling each other without padding may not seem like the answer for a country that’s suffering from deep wounds and cultural strife. But to Nelson Mandela, rugby -- with its brutal athleticism and sweaty heroics -- was a tool to unite his nation in the wake of apartheid; a potential rallying cry that might bridge racial rifts and inspire the world.
Invictus tells the story of the former South African president's mission through the eyes of Clint Eastwood, who brings a sweeping sense of power and beauty to the story -- albeit at arm’s length. Morgan Freeman plays Mandela, who’s taking office as the country’s first president elected by both whites and blacks. It’s 1994, and the tremendous sense of change and anticipation are palpable on the streets and in the halls of government, where his new security team becomes a microcosm of South Africa’s bigger picture, and he himself sends a message of reconciliation to the outgoing president’s caucasian ranks. These early scenes reveal the kind of guy we’re dealing with, which is to say: one who’s far smarter, compassionate, philosophical and ambitious than ourselves.
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Mandela, it turns out, also knows a thing or two about what makes people happy. Just as the national rugby team is about be dismantled as a bygone symbol of apartheid, the aging leader insists not only on keeping it, but getting black South Africans to cheer for it, too. With just one non-white player and virtually zero non-white fans, the Springboks are both beloved and maligned, and definitely not very good at playing rugby. In a brilliant PR move, Mandela makes friends with team captain Francois Pienaar (Matt Damon), and kicks off a personal campaign to get the ‘Boks winning both games and hearts.
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Damon is wholly believable as a jock with integrity, even if he doesn’t say much and his family isn't down with the inspiration wagon. Mom and dad Pienaar don’t like the new president, dismissing him on TV while their black maid quietly irons in the living room. Francois, it seems, is blessed with a bigger worldview and while the ‘Boks are trotted out to townships and slowly rebranded, he undergoes ostensible transformation himself. Out on Robben Island, he has a quiet moment in Mandela’s former prison cell, in which an imaginary Mandela appears. He also communes with the pres’s favorite piece of inspiration: Invictus, the poem by 19th century scribe William Ernest Henley. (The title means “unconquered.”)
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Yet, for all the heavy moments and apparent transcendence, Francois is mostly a bland enigma with a beefed-up physique and buns of steel. We know he’s thinking deep thoughts: The night before the big game, his GF is warming up for a roll in the sack, but Francois’s eschewing sexy small-talk to ponder Mandela’s stunning capacity for forgiveness. Damon’s intensity and the swiftly moving story make it seem like his character might be interesting, but we never find out. Francois, sadly, isn't explored beyond the accent (which seems real enough, thanks to Damon’s six months of pratice), the bod (see previous) and calls to greatness (Francois to 'Boks: “Thees ees our destiny!”).
Similarly, while we see Mandela’s bottomless well of generosity, his liking for the ladies and hints of painful family dynamics, he, too, remains two-dimensional. He’s brilliant and inspirational, but even with Freeman’s powerful performance, the leader is more of a figurehead than a man. It’s too bad for a movie that could have been close to perfect with more emphasis on character development and a few tweaks to the soundtrack. Invictus is moving, visually striking and impressive in scope. Being that close to greatness, though, makes the absence of a human connection -- anyone will do! -- that much more disappointing.
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Movie Review: Harry Brown
Posted on Apr 30, 2010 @ 08:03PM - Add a comment
A young mother is shot in broad daylight by a bunch of teens joy-riding in a suburban park. She moans and crumples to the ground, becoming a heap beside a stroller that holds her infant child. The teens shoot a few more bullets into her body before riding away on a scooter, hollering and shooting more rounds.
Visceral and unsettling, the gruesome opening act sets the mood for the rest of Harry Brown, a bleak British export that makes its U.S. debut on Friday. The film stars Michael Caine in the title role as a retiree who decides to take matters into his own hands when the local thugs push him one step too far. With its elder-in-arms and violent, misguided youths, Harry Brown has drawn comparisons to Clint Eastwood’s Gran Torino, in which an elderly man stands up to the Asian-American gang-bangers in his Chicago ‘hood. Both Caine and director Michael Barber have bristled at that facile analogy, and with good reason: Brown is more akin to Kathryn Bigelow’s Oscar-winning war film The Hurt Locker than to Eastwood’s generational love-fest. Where Torino explores race, violence and culture in America, Hurt Locker explores the nature of and addiction to violence itself, albeit wrapped in the legally-sanctioned packaging of war.
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In Harry Brown’s concrete-bound neighborhood, the grip of law has slipped entirely. There are no rules or boundaries or even the most basic respect for human life. And don’t even think about inter-generational, multi-cultural family parties. Where Torino’s Walt (Eastwood) gets to know his interloping neighbors at a festive gathering, Harry is completely isolated, without friends or family -- forget about homemade Vietnamese pastries. The contrast between this gritty, lawless reality and the sugar-coated perception of London law enforcement is agonizingly etched through misguided, ineffectual police efforts designed for maximum political benefit more than actual results. The ivory-tower problem reaches its most glaring apex in a coordinated police raid that explodes into a wild riot. Like a match dropping onto a dry tinderbox, the streets suddenly burn with rage and fiery cars alike, turning the neighborhood into what looks like a war zone.
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While Harry’s vengeance-and-fury fueled journey reveals the darkest corners of the thugs’ lairs, it’s the crime-fighting efforts of D.I. Alice Frampton (Emily Mortimer) that reveals what’s going on in ineffectual-central. Frampton’s job is trying and her superiors ignore her, but she’s the only one besides Harry to seems to get what’s actually going on. Far from cliched cop roles, Mortimer allows Frampton to be tough as nails but human, too. She stands up to the foul-mouthed kingpin, but also mourns Harry’s losses and stands in for the proverbial good cops whose hearts are in the right place, but whose leverage is lost amid departmental agendas.
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Harry Brown opened at number three at the U.K. box office last fall, becoming a hot button for politics there, particularly because it’s an election year. Harry Brown will likely not have as much immediate relevance here, laregly because American gang violence tends to be equated with race issues more than those of class. Harry Brown’s villains are mostly Caucasian, but they’re uneducated, unloved and lacking any tethers to society. Brown is also simply difficult to watch at times. Just because the violence isn’t gratuitous, it’s not any easier to look at.
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It’s that difficulty and that raw violence that makes Harry Brown so exceptional. Taut, challenging and riveting, its power lies in its unapologetically brutal violence that lacks a musical score, slow motion or anything else that might glamorize what’s going on. A constant threat of danger hovers at the edges of the story at all times, mimicking the ever-lurking hazards of Harry’s world. Far from feeling irrelevant on Yankee turf, it’s an eye-opening, cautionary tale that warns of a lost generation that, by some accounts, is already a reality in Britain -- and could well become one for us.
