It's bad to kick a company when its down, but a disaster as embarassing and preventable as the PSN hacking is looming for our friends over at Sony. A recent expose in The Hollywood Reporter concerning Men in Black III's the poor planning is like reading a prologue to a future Final Cut or The Devil's Candy.
Careening wildly and without clear resolution, Men in Black III is hoping that they can solve the fact that they started shooting sans script with the storytelling scotch tape that is time travel. And with a time travel premise comes: wacky cameos.
To that end, our friends at The Daily Mail snapped this pic of SNL's Bill Hader dressed up as Andy Warhol.
'Cause if there's one thing the kids love, it's an Andy Warhol joke.
While the art history buff in me secretly desires a jump even futher back in time to a lengthy effects-driven sequence at the Cedar Tavern where Willem De Kooning slugs it out with a sentient gaseous being from Altair 6, the part of me that wishes Hollywood would actually, you know, take a moment before committing to multimillion dollar summer tentpoles is fueled with rage.
Who needs a coherent script when you have esoteric 45-year old references?
Living, as I do, in Astoria, Queens I have a little firsthand knowledge of how runaway the production of Men in Black III is. I witnessed a prop guy drop serious cash in an optomotrist's office to rent a dopey display that later sat nowhere near the camera. It was a parody of a film set hemorrhaging money.
The person to blame (for this upcoming movie disaster, as well as for most of the problems in your life) is Will Smith. Why, specifically? I don't know. I've just had it up to here with the guy and his snot-nosed kids. He used to be cool, but now he is the worst person in the world.
While I have no evidence to back this up whatsoever, I am convinced that he forced Men in Black III into production early because he had a vacation planned with his horrible children or something and didn't want to wait. He unleashed his team of horrible in-house writers to make the script up as they went along, but strong-willed Barry Sonnenfeld started putting up a stink and, as such, you have idiotic band-aids like an Andy Warhol cameo as a result. So while all this money and energy is being poured into this production, other fantastic scripts collect dust on the shelf.
