In the Heat of the Knight
And so another summer movie season comes to an end, not with a bang but a whimper — what else to call four new releases (Babylon A.D., Bangkok Dangerous, College, and Disaster Movie) in the past 10 days that weren't prescreened for critics by their respective distributors? These are, literally and figuratively, the annual dog days, when the mercury rises and studios satisfy contractual obligations to their unloved stepchildren — movies they made (or bought) and then thought twice about and decided to dispose of as quietly as possible during those two weeks of the year when most folks in the industry (like their shrinks) are on vacation. Besides, by the time Labor Day rolled around, Hollywood had already had plenty of bang for its summer box office buck, with cumulative ticket sales on track to meet or exceed last summer's $4.16 billion record. Never mind the usual fine print that ticket prices were higher than ever, actual attendance numbers down, and the value of a greenback so diminished that Variety might as well start reporting weekly grosses in pesos. How do you say The Dark Knight en español?
It was, of course, Gotham City's resident man in black (but not blackface) who almost single-wingedly accounted for those reasonably impressive third-quarter earnings. As the box office soothsayers have already pointed out, The Dark Knight never really posed much of a threat to Titanic's longstanding box office crown, neither domestically (where The Dark Knight is still more than $100 million behind the sinking ship's $600 million purse) nor internationally (where it's about $1 billion short of the high-water mark). But did any industry analyst in his or her right mind seriously think that an explicitly violent superhero movie could unseat James Cameron's new-millennium Gone with the Wind?
What is significant about The Dark Knight is that it is a much better movie than most of its superhero type — cast with real actors; handsomely, atmospherically directed by Christopher Nolan; and generally more interested in matters of human psychology than the nuances of product placement. We all know you can make a shitty franchise movie and still make out like a bandit (or a Caribbean pirate). But with any luck, The Dark Knight has reminded Hollywood suits that, sometimes, there are extra rewards in store if a popular audience movie also happens to take the audience seriously.
Not that the past three months have been happy ones for everyone in Tinseltown. While the executives at Warner Bros. (which produced and released The Dark Knight) and Paramount (responsible for Iron Man and Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull) were feeling secure about their Christmas bonuses, those very same studios were in the process of scaling back or altogether dismantling their pseudo-independent "specialty" divisions — those must-have accessories that every studio in town went out to get after Disney bought Miramax, but which have since come to be seen as costly luxury items, like the gas-guzzling SUVs drivers have been unloading at losses ever since the price of oil began to look like the budget of a Michael Bay movie. It was in May that Warner president Alan Horn announced the studio would be shutting down not only its four-year-old Warner Independent Pictures (Good Night and Good Luck) but also Picturehouse (Pan's Labyrinth), another mini-major inherited by Warner during its acquisition of New Line. Barely a month later, Paramount announced it was consolidating the production, marketing, and distribution arms of its own Paramount Vantage (There Will Be Blood) with those responsible for handling its regular Paramount-branded product. And by summer's end, the blogosphere was buzzing with rumors that financial problems at The Weinstein Company were partly responsible for prompting Quentin Tarantino to seek major-studio backing for his forthcoming Inglorious Bastards (albeit with Harvey still attached as a producer).
In all of these cases, a tough economy was fingered for blame, but there was also grousing that the American independent sector wasn't what it once was, as evidenced by the failure-to-launch of several costly Sundance pick-ups, including Vantage's Son of Rambow and American Teen and WIP's Clubland. Indeed, the biggest surprise of the 2008 summer movie season might have been that, while the big studios seemed to be taking some genuine artistic risks — not only The Dark Knight but also Iron Man and especially Wall-E — the so-called indies seemed to be following an outmoded playbook. Or, put another way, when a company with the word vantage in its name follows up There Will Be Blood with the saccharine Rambow and a sub-MTV cliché fest such as Teen, there's significant cause for alarm. No wonder filmmakers such as Nolan and Iron Man's Jon Favreau, who cut their teeth on ambitious, low-budget indies, are now queuing up for the biggest of the big-studio movies and — lo and behold — doing a much better job than the dime-a-dozen music-video wunderkinder who proliferated throughout the Nineties.
Last but certainly not least, there was the curious case of the proverbial chick flick, which roared back with a vengeance this summer in the form of Mamma Mia! and Sex and the City.
Actually, it's not so curious when you pause to consider that women — like many other minorities — are so chronically underserved and underrepresented by Hollywood (even in an era that has seen many studios and production companies run by women) that when a movie finally comes along unapologetically targeted at them, it almost doesn't matter whether it's any good. The mere fact that it's there is enough. Call it the Tyler Perry syndrome — certainly a subject deserving of further exploration.
But we'll save that for a later date, because now, as the mercury drops and many in the industry head north for that unofficial fall-movie-season kickoff party known as the Toronto International Film Festival (September 4-13), Hollywood will put away its action figures for a little while and indulge in another seasonal pastime — the Oscar derby. Already the Internet is abuzz with rumors and prognostications, most of them based on movies that even their own makers haven't seen yet. So the hype begins.
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