The Informers

FOCUS | In The Informers, un ruolo "diverso" per la diva americana.

L'evoluzione di un sex symbol

È in uscita il film The Informers, con Kim Basinger. Quando una diva che è stata bella, bellissima, simbolo sessuale, continua ad accreditarsi con uno di quegli aggettivi, 'bellissima', e si impone anche come grande attrice, è una notizia che fa bene al cinema, fa bene a tutti. Una volta Ingrid Bergman dichiarò: "A un certo punto, intorno ai 39 anni, arriva un produttore sorridente che ti dà un copione dicendoti 'tutti si accorgeranno che non sei solo una bellissima donna, ma anche una grande attrice'.

Do some blow. Curse humanity. Convert to nilhilism. Reread American Psycho. But don't for the love of God and cinema see The Informers. One of the worst movies of this or any year, The Informers is a complete misreading of the collection of linked short stories by Bret Easton Ellis, which is odd since Ellis wrote the script with Nicholas Jarecki. Published in 1994, the book sent up the beautiful bottomfeeding Los Angelenos of the 1980s with Ellis' trademarked twist of menacing wit. The movie, directed by Aussie Gregor Jordan (Ned Kelly), is entirely witless. »

Injecting a Taste of the Flush and Flashy ’80s Into Sundance

LOS ANGELES — From a glass-walled penthouse above the Sunset Strip it is impossible not to observe that times have changed. Just down the street, the original Spago restaurant, that emblem of the flush 1980s, is an empty shell. And here in the penthouse offices of Senator Entertainment, Bret Easton Ellis, another symbol of those super-slick times, is sprawled in a soft chair, wearing decidedly unslick running shoes and sweats. Mr. Ellis, now 44, was 21 when he chronicled this city’s high life in “Less Than Zero” (1985), his debut novel. »

Back to the ’80s, for Assorted Hookups in a Wasteland of Privilege

Graham (Jon Foster) and Martin (Austin Nichols) are sitting in a Porsche parked in the hills overlooking Los Angeles. Graham is doing a lot of coke. Martin has been doing Graham’s mom, and also Graham’s girlfriend, Christie (Amber Heard), and also — as he points out just in case we were having trouble identifying the naked blond bodies piling up in various beds — Graham. But such doings are not on Graham’s mind. He is in a moral crisis: “I want someone to tell me what’s good. And I want someone to tell me what’s bad. »

It's tough to care about 'Informers'

Co-adapted by Bret Easton Ellis from his interconnected stories of sinful excess in early '80s Los Angeles, "The Informers" conjures up plenty of debauched tableaux with its photogenic, jaded showbiz denizens and hangers-on, but nary a reason for existing. It's a movie with Altmanesque pretensions, but under Gregor Jordan's flat-line direction amounts to flipping through an out-of-date fashion magazine, one that barely spurs the energy to point and laugh. Caring whether a philandering studio head ( Billy Bob Thornton) chooses his aging newscaster squeeze ( Winona Ryder) over his pill-popping wife ( Kim Basinger) or whether a golden boy (Jon Foster) will get his heart broken by the party girl (Amber Heard) he shares with his sleazy chum (Austin Nichols) requires a Herculean stamina for empty-headedness. »