THIS IS IT!

It's amazing how an artist's death shoots him back up to world stardom and eternal glory. Especially when this someone is Michael Jackson. Being the most successful artist of all times, he also became the most hunted by the press and public eye. His image and reputation were burnt to ashes and his name became synonymous to ludicrous behavior and terrible accusations. But it all disappeared with his sudden death and the King flew once again to the tops of the charts worldwide.
Michael Jackson's movie needs no introduction or promotion. The tickets will sell themselves, since this is the last opportunity and the next best thing to seeing him live on stage during the sold-out concert tour that never happened.
The documentary shows the preparations and rehearsals for the tour, where MJ is doing his thing surrounded by a small group of ecstatic dancers, guitar players and background singers. Everyone's excited, waiting for their time to shine on stage with The King Of Pop during his return. It would have been awesome.
Michael is running the show. There are no signs of sickness, weakness or aging, only pure love, endless talent and gravity-defying dancing , as if his difficult life never happened to him. He is involved in every aspect, telling everyone what to do and how to do it, how to play every single tune, how to act on stage and how to rock. The director, Kenny Ortega, is just squirming around, licking Michael's ass and approving by him every original idea that he might have. He directs the movie in the same way: Michael is in the center, almost in every shot. His death is not mentioned even once during the whole 2 hours. He continues to live on stage, where he belongs.
The movie would probably be released anyway, after the tour would have ended. The materials in it are priceless and there would always be a demand for them (Thinking about hours and hours of footage that didn't make the cut makes me drool.). But being the only remnants from the unrealized comeback, they are our only insight into the last months of the greatest artist who ever lived.

I am absolutely confident that every American's sleepless concern is the identity of Quentin Tarantino's new girlfriend. Lucky for all of you, I am willing to share this information for free. Her name is Daniela Pik and being an Israeli citizen, I am ashamed of knowing her.
Daniela is 25 years old. Her father is a very famous Israeli singer/composer, who had a career peak during the 80s and has been celebrating it ever since. Daniela and her sister tried to ride the wave of daddy's past success and launched a singing career of their own, which plummeted down like a box of books.
Quentin Tarantino's affection with trash is known to everyone and has made him one of the most distinguished moviemakers of our time, but even for him this level of trash is too trashy. I honestly can not imagine these two conducting a civilized and/or intelligent conversation. It's true that Quentin isn't exactly the good looking or charming type, but I think being a movie genious covers up for it. His mate, however, has nothing to compensate with.
If the benefits of making a movie about Jews bashing nazis during WWII include coming to Israel and romanticizing a local hillbilly, then Inglorious Basterds was a terrible, terrible mistake for Tarantino.

Resurrect Me

Sometimes, when I step out of a movie theater, I feel the reality slapping me in the face... but in a good way, because movies start to look like lousy computer games and there's nothing good about that.
The only reason I went to see Gamer was because I was late for District 9 screening, and frustration made me do it - I bought the ticket. The regrets kicked in 5 minutes into the movie. I like Jerard Butler, but he chooses his movies terribly - 300, P.S. I love you, and the latest romcom trash, The Ugly Truth, didn't score much credit with me.
Another computer-game-like excuse for a movie is Surrogates. It's as fake as Ving Rames' beard was, but not as deep Somebody should tell Jonathan Mostow that one bad movie about robots is enough for a director's entire career, no need to make another one.
I can't believe that I have to seize talking about sci-fi action movies in favor of a chick flick, but Julie and Julia is actually good. In fact, it made me go back to writing this blog. Yes, the blog is back. Woo hoo! Also, it made me go to my kitchen and try to master some wildly creative cooking. It didn't work out. Still, I enjoyed the movie and Meryl Streep, who was magnificent... again and will get an Oscar nomination... again. So far she has no competition this year. I feel like I should write a sentence about Amy Adams, who is also in the movie, so here it is.