An unusually nasty piece over at The Guardian is causing revulsion, even among seen-it-all types like Jeff Wells at Hollywood-Elsewhere, who calls it "one of the meanest and most heartless" celebrity journalism pieces he's ever read, as well as being "insensitive" and "pointless." I have to agree. Let me start by saying that, as a long-time fan of Nicole Kidman's -- check out the three-part retrospective of her early career I did a while back -- I share the originating sentiment of the Guardian piece, which is that Kidman is of late taking a wrecking-ball to her film career with one inexcusably awful choice after the other. From dreck like The Stepford Wives and The Human Stain to almost-unreleasable garbage like Bewitched and The Invasion, she's practically daring fans to turn away from her. Even her latest prestige project, Margot at the Wedding, is completely awful. After seeing Margot in Toronto, I declared this to be Kidman's "annus horribilis."

All that said, however, this piece reads like it was written by some fourth-grader, undercutting whatever serious intent it may contain with a ton of personal smears. Kidman is referred to as a "former Scientology hostage bride" who only won an Oscar for wearing "a false hooter" and who is now "box office poison." Soon enough, the piece warns, "Hollywood's powers that be -- or their accountants -- will rise from their crypts one morning and realize it's time to cut their losses." The article also urges Kidman to retire before she becomes "Joan Crawford 1944" and is way too harsh on Birth, the one semi-decent movie Kidman has produced in the last three years.

Kidman is also on the cover of this month's Vanity Fair, but that piece is hardly any more worthwhile. It's entirely oriented around her personal life and content to elicit from the actress fortune-cookie aphorisms about how to handle a long-distance relationship and the like. Is there no place left for a serious critique of an actor's career, or lack of one?

When you're reading an interview with Dennis Hopper, you expect him to admit things like the following: that he once sold a priceless Lichtenstein painting for a thousand bucks, attended an orgy with Natalie Wood, and used to drink "half a gallon of rum and 30 beers a day." We're talking about Dennis Hopper, here. In order to surprise us, he's going to have to do a lot better than that -- and so he has. During an interesting interview with the Guardian that went up yesterday, Hopper held forth with some super-cryptic mumblings about his possible appearance in Speed 3 (!)

To back up a bit, it's the inteviewer who first brings up the topic, claiming to have some insider knowledge about it. He tells us, the reader, that the film is "due to include" a performance by Hopper, and that it's his intention to ask Hopper "plenty of questions" about it. I certainly hope so. When he finally gets around to it, however, the only thing Hopper will say is this: "It's a river of shit from which I have tried to extract some gold." Huh? The Speed series is a river of shit? The process of resurrecting your character for a third film when he clearly died in the first film is a river of shit? What are you talking about, druggy?

I personally think what we have here is an over-zealous reporter trying to make some news where none exists. Speed 2 more or less bombed at the box-office, when you consider its sizeable budget and the expectations that everyone had from the previous film. I've certainly heard nothing about a Speed 3, and as far as I know, no one is even thinking about it. So unless the movie is currently being filmed in complete secrecy under the title All About Steve (or Cloverfield), I think we can disregard this.

While Adrian Lyne's Fatal Attraction is certainly a very popular and influential film, I wonder how many of its fans remember a little Clint Eastwood movie called Play Misty for Me. The 1971 chiller was about a disc jockey (Eastwood) who turns a fling (Jessica Walter -- yes, the hilariously hateful matriarch from Arrested Development) into a freak-o when he passes her by for another girl. (Sound familiar?) But after the overwhelming success of 1987's Fatal Attraction, the multiplexes seemed over-loaded with all sorts of "domestic thrillers" in which "a normally generic nobody, albeit one belonging to a distinct domestic stereotype" goes ape-doody and starts stabbing people left and right. Gathered here are seven of the most memorable. Not the best, necessarily, but the seven I can remember right now. Hence "memorable."

If Fatal Attraction = Crazy Psycho Jilted Mistress, then...

Unlawful Entry = Crazy Psycho Dirty Cop -- Kurt Russell and Madeleine Stowe are thrilled to meet up with cop Ray Liotta when their home is invaded -- but when the guy keeps snooping around and using his badge as a license to ... peep, things take a turn for the worse. Fun stuff that only periodically gets campy, thanks mainly to a brisk pace and three strong leads. Plus Liotta's just so wonderfully evil in this one. (Jonathan Kaplan, 1992)

The Crush = Crazy Psycho Sexy Jailbait -- Underage temptress Alicia Silverstone doesn't take it well when dreamboat Cary Elwes rebuffs her amorous advances, and she's not afraid to kill people to show it. Low-rent cable fodder that's only worth watching if (absolutely) nothing else is on. But you might need a shower once it's over. But if you're a fan of "death by bees in a locked darkroom," here's a flick you'll love. (Alan Shapiro, 1993)

The Temp = Crazy Psycho Freckled Secretary -- It probably doesn't take much imagining to picture Lara Flynn Boyle as a raving psycho bitch, but this pulpy little horror comedy is a lot more entertaining than the "temp gone crazy" premise might sound. (OK, not "a lot," but still kinda fun.) Timothy Hutton plays the cookie company suit who finds that he's getting a whole lot of unexpected help from his new temp. And by "help" I mean she ruins and/or kills anyone who might stand in his way. (Tom Holland, 1993)

Simon Hattenstone, the journalist for The Guardian who recently sat down to talk with Sienna Miller, claims to feel "manic by proxy" just from talking to her, "as if I'm caught up in a sugar rush." In a fascinating, no-holds-barred interview published today, Miller opens up about every topic in her life, including the long and complex process of getting Factory Girl to the big screen. "After I'd been researching it for a year I had this way of talking and this way of laughing, this way of smoking, this way of dancing, this whole character that you've worked on, and then it's like 'It's a wrap, bye, guys, bye,' and you're like 'Eeeeugh, what do I do with it, what do I do now?" Miller also denies rumors that she took on Edie Sedgwick's destructive habits. "I didn't up my drug intake, if that's what you're implying. Edie shot up amphetamine and shot up heroine to come down off amphetamine and that's serious drug-taking, and look where it got her."

Nevertheless, she claims that "I took a morphine pill, just to feel what a safe way of taking heroine was like." When the interviewer ponders aloud why so many people are drawn to drugs, Miller blurts out "Cos' they're fun! Cos' they're f**kloads of fun! No, don't write that. I always end up putting my big fat foot in it." She also claims to enjoy the "odd hallucinogenic drug. I liked mushrooms, which were legal until a year or so ago." Her favorite vice, however, is smoking, which she endorses. "I love them. Love them. I think the more positive approach you have to smoking, the less harmful it is. I know it's an irresponsible thing to say, but I do know people who are 86 and smoked 60 a day and died of old age."

Miller is also keen on sharing her political views. "Basically, we're living under a fascist regime," she says of Blair's New Labour, before pulling it back and saying that she thinks her previous remark was disrespectful to people who live under true dictatorships. She also says "There's an image of Americans in a tank, and an Iraqi woman walks down the street and she sees the tank and the soldiers just run her over," although its not clear if she's free-associating, or referencing some real incident. As for her upcoming slate, Miller says she's finished work on both Stardust, the British fantasy film, and Interview, the latest directing project from Steve Buscemi. Throughout the sprawling interview, Miller also talks about mating rabbits at boarding school, filling a water-gun with piss and shooting it at the paparazzi, the stupidity of learning math -- "take a f**king calculator, you nob" -- re-naming American cities, and why people should walk around topless.

I wouldn't necessarily call Joe Queenan a film critic. He's more of a humorist, though one that has devoted much of his writings to the subject of movies. I've followed his work for many years and think his book Confessions of a Cineplex Heckler: Celluloid Tirades and Escapades is only topped by Mike Nelson's Movie Megacheese (by, of course, MST3K's Michael J. Nelson) where funny film writing is concerned. Lately Queenan has been writing about movies for UK's The Guardian, and so far, from the way our readers have commented on stories about his pieces, he's being taken too seriously over there. But then, Queenan is also seemingly guilty of trying to be taken more seriously as a film journalist.

Queenan's latest bit of internal musing disguised as a film feature is on the subject of The Departed, written in anticipation of the UK DVD release of the Martin Scorsese film. Queenan writes that Scorsese is trying to tell him something with the Oscar-nominated film because of the fate of a character in the film named Queenan (played by Martin Sheen). Apparently the name Queenan isn't very common, and Joe Queenan thinks the choosing of this name is a sort of payback -- or threat, maybe -- for unfavorable things he's written about the filmmaker, mainly that he has in the past addressed Scorsese's potentially misogynistic personal touches. In the end Queenan apologizes for making assumptions about Scorsese's real-life relationships with women.

The Guardian has a whopper of a movie review out today, in advance of the U.K. opening of Rocky Balboa next Friday. Reviewer Joe Queenan's basic premise: the popularity of the Rocky series is entirely due to its subconscious appeal (to whites) of a white underdog consistently besting black champions in their prime. The review touches on every previous entry in the series, beginning with Rocky, in which the white hero is paired up against a "motor-mouthed African-American punk who shows no respect for America." According to Queenan, the film said "exactly what White America wanted to hear: They're gifted but we work harder." Moving on from there, "Rocky II was insane, Rocky III and IV were even more insane, and Rocky V was really insane."

By the time Queenan arrives at Rocky Balboa, you can imagine his head spinning as he describes how heavyweight champion Mason 'The Line' Dixon "has only battled tough black men in their 20s, but has never had to face the ultimate test: a 10-round bout with a decrepit Caucasian restaurateur pushing 60." Fans of the series also come in for a beating: "Hardcore fans of the Rocky series have a tough time distinguishing fact from fiction, almost certainly never get any closer to an art museum than the steps leading up to it, and aren't terrifically bright."

Right now, The Guardian has a neat little thirty-question quiz up called 2006: The year in film. How well do you remember everything (film-related) that happened this year? And when I say everything, I mean even the tiniest details -- like quotes from actors, marketing mishaps and deaths. That's right, The Guardian has assembled a unique list of multiple choice questions that are, at best, extremely random.

Personally, I found the quiz to be rather easy, but then again I write for a movie blog -- I should know these things, right? However, I was surprised to only score 28 out of 30. Yes, even I'm not perfect. They got me with one death question (pick the actor who died in 2005, not 2006), as well as on a question about a marketing mishap that occurred during Lucky Number Slevin's promotional campaign. Now, if you're a faithful Cinematical reader, then you should be able to answer most (if not all) of the questions correctly, seeing as we've covered each topic at least once. Have fun, and definitely come back after you've finished to let us know your score.

Bonus Cinematical question not included in The Guardian's quiz: Which film did Erik predict would gross the most money at the box office this past summer? And was he right?

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The Sunday Observer has a big surprise -- a nearly 5,000 word list of '50 Lost Movie Classics,' as compiled by the paper's film critics with assistance from filmmakers like Joe Wright and Peter Webber. By 'lost', they don't mean silent films that failed to survive to the present day or anything like that. They mean films from all eras that the critics supposedly got wrong and now should reevaluate. About half of the list is intriguing, while the other half is crazy. One of the most intriguing selections is Dreamchild, a 1985 fantasy-bio of Alice Liddell, the child who inspired Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. Also, there's 1978's Newsfront, which is supposedly Australia's version of Network, and a little-known Randolph Scott western called Ride Lonesome. They also rave about an obscure 1971 horror film called Let's Scare Jessica to Death. All of these will be arriving in my mailbox soon. However, the list also contains some 'lost classics' that I know were rightfully 'lost' the first time.

Those include Spike Lee's unwatchable borefest Bamboozled, a snorer from the Naked Gun guys called Top Secret! and Richard Fleischer's The Narrow Margin from 1952, which was improved on in the 1990 remake with Gene Hackman. Then there's Kevin Costner's Tin Cup, which I'm not even going to comment on. The list also includes titles with 'blacklist' cred, which is never a quality guarantee. Finally, there are films like 1969's Queimada, a "dramatised Marixst essay" about "neo-colonialism," and Le Petomane, a "masterpiece" from 1979 about a man with an "elastic anus."