Arts Trailer Trash
I’ve got a beef.
Consider, if you will, the trailer for Annapolis. (Believe me, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t for a good reason.) Take a few moments afterwards to reflect, and/or towel off.
Ok, you remember all the shots of the fighter planes flying about all higgedly piggedly? Tyrese yelling dramatically for a medic? The money shot of the battleship blowing up? Here’s the thing: none of these are actually in the movie. My legal knowledge is limited to repeated viewing of From The Hip, but doesn’t this violate some sort of Truth in Advertising law?
In better news, behold the downright shivery teaser for the astonishingly-might-not-suck remake of The Omen. (Mia Farrow as the demonic nanny? Right on!)
Oh, and the greatest trailer ever? Yep, it’s still Cliffhanger.
What I want to know is, since when did they start showing ads for KY Warming Jelly before a film? I saw one of those last night at the 7:50 screening of Match Point which, oddly enough contains a scene of Jonathan Rhys-Meyers pouring baby oil on Scarlett Johansson's shoulders. Of course, that scene made me wonder why it took Woody Allen thirty years to figure out how to do a hot sex scene?