Don't Call Me John Travolta! No, it's not a personal thing. It's
the title of a new film out of Singapore about a guy who wants a motorcycle
that he can't afford. Inevitably, he turns to polyester and floors with
colored lights. Isn't that what you'd do? Well, in Ah Hocks case, he
is after $6,500 from the local dance contest. It's kind of The Full
Monty in Singapore instead of England: both countries are suffering
financial troubles and both films have men looking for innovative financing.
Will Ah Hock win the dance contest? Will he end up sad on the subway?
Will Sylvester Stallone make him wear a headband in a sequel?
Get out your Chinese-to-English dictionary and watch for the film sometime
next year.
Mira Nair has had to cut her film, Kama Sutra, repeatedly
in order to have it seen in her native India. The English-language version
may or may not have finally opened in Bombay last Friday after six months
of wrestling with censors over nudity. The Indian-language versions
of the film (in Hindi, Tamil and Telugu) are still awaiting clearance.
The problem? Nudity! Here's a clue. It's the Kama Sutra, guys! You wrote
it! You sold it to the world! There's stuff in there that can't be accomplished
by circus performers! Who has time to worry about nudity when they're
trying to do a half-gainer while tying their tongue into a bow? Making
Kama Sutra without nudity would be like making Gone With The Wind
without fire, Little Women without crinoline or The Bible
without sheep. Can't do it.
Sometimes, DeNiro isn't enough. Out On My Feet lived up to its
name on Friday by shutting down despite big-name Bobby D. and Boogie
Nights sensation Mark Wahlberg. The boxing project had been
running on fumes for weeks with paychecks for everyone from painters
and set dressers to office staff going unsigned for about a month already.
The culprit? Apparently, first-time producer David B. Pritchard
who was "privately financing" the $9 million movie. That is, until his
primary financier fell out. Hmmm. Better not write anymore about this
if I want to keep my fingers.
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