<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, i love you phillip morris]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, i love you phillip morris]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/iloveyouphillipmorris http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/iloveyouphillipmorris <![CDATA[Loving 'Phillip Morris']]> Let's get this out of the way: Jim Carrey and Ewan McGregor make just about the cutest, most gaga-in-love couple we'll likely see in any movie at Sundance.

It was a happy discovery, made last night along with a giddy crowd of about 1200 at Park City's Eccles Theater for the world premiere of I Love You Phillip Morris. Based on the book of the same name, Morris is the too-strange-for-fiction story of Steven Jay Russell (Carrey), a brilliant Texas con man and prison-escape-artist extraordinaire, who falls deeply for a sweet, blonde Southerner he meets behind bars (McGregor).

Writer/director team Glenn Ficarra and John Requa, the pair who wrote Bad Santa, seem aware that what they found in this wildly unlikely true story—"It really is," a title card insists—is a storytelling goldmine. Their genre-bending script manages the seemingly impossible, ably juggling madcap Coensian crime farce, raunch comedy (with Leslie Mann playing Russell's dumbfounded ex-wife for good measure), and a matter-of-fact gay love story as poignant and frank as anything we found in Milk. No, the camera does not cut away from their passionate kisses or acts of fellative love; dare we say Morris contains some of the most sensitive images of bitch-on-inmate affection that have ever been captured on film.

Ficarra and Requa managed to rein in Carrey's malleable and frequently unhinged skill set, which nicely suits the character's penchant for heart-on-the-sleeve flamboyancy. And while starry-eyed romanticism isn't new territory for the star of Moulin Rouge, the always-surprising McGregor tries something new by allowing himself to become the more passive, pursued half of a doomed entanglement. His Phillip starts out all batted lashes and soft edges, but by the time Russell has pulled his final grift—one of a series of spectacularly executed cons that the audience itself never sees coming—a betrayed Phillip turns ferocious, and ultimately heartbreaking.

The film has yet to find a distributor, leading Ficarra to ask of the appreciative crowd, "Who's buying?" at the post-screening Q & A. A little bit later, Requa revealed some of the mysteries of the feature film casting process, deadpanning, "We sent Jim the script. He said yes. Then we sent Ewan the script. And he said yes."

We're extremely glad they did.

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<![CDATA[The 5 Films Likeliest To Cause A Sundance '09 Bidding War]]> Those tall, icy piles of matter smothering Park City every January aren't always snow — they could just as easily be discarded Sundance dreams. But as usual, a few lucky ones will avoid the freeze.

Amid the contraction and pocketbook panic gripping the independents and mini-majors this winter, predicting a Sundance bear market seems a safe, obvious choice for 2009. But it also seems relative — especially following a year when sales of festival films reportedly plunged 66 percent from their collective 2007 high of $45 million, and eight-figure buys like Hamlet 2 (and its subsequent seven-figure gross) signaled a reality check that had little or nothing to do with an imploding economy. Distributors need content; they just don't need to walk away with one film to show for $11 million.

So what will they be spending on — and for how much — over the next 10 days? We scoured this year's selections for a few intrepid predictions:

· I Love You Phillip Morris. Jim Carrey is a cop who turns to crime, goes to prison and winds up falling in love with a fellow inmate played by Ewan McGregor. Adapted from a true story by the guys who brought you Bad Santa, Morris may not be the first film that goes (it doesn't premiere until Sunday), but it's already commanding the highest going rate at the fest and could tempt a Miramax or Fox Searchlight — the latter of which is one of the few potential suitors with the proven alacrity and class to successfully sell a film like this — to write a $9 million or $10 million check in the wee hours of Monday morning. If it's not this year's What Just Happened?, languishing overhyped, unfunny and out of place in Park City.

· An Education. Nick Hornby adapted his novel about Jenny (Carey Mulligan), a 16-year-old London girl whose coming of age is kick-started after meeting an older man (Peter Sarsgaard) in 1961. She's on her way to Oxford, he's on his way to a nightclub, holy Christ what will she choose? Word is that An Education is a starmaker for Mulligan, aided by another anticipated film at the fest (see below) and a supporting cast — Sarsgaard, Emma Thompson, Alfred Molina, Sally Hawkins — that will attract the likes of Sony Pictures Classics, Miramax and Focus Features for at least $4 million.

· The Greatest. Setting itself up as an In the Bedroom without the undercooked revenge subplot, The Greatest thrusts Pierce Brosnan and Susan Sarandon into grief over the loss of their teenage son in a car accident. Mulligan appears as the dead kid's girlfriend, lessons are learned, Oscar clips ensue — again, if it's any good: Sundance's bead on middle-class white mourning is growing tired, and Brosnan's executive producer credit whispers "vanity project." But to the extent they even show up with any money at all, the Weinsteins and Paramount Vantage are suckers for this kind of stuff. It may not leave Park City with a deal, but we'll probably hear numbers between $4 million and $5 million throughout the week.

· Cold Souls. Paul Giamatti plays himself in the story of an actor, tormented by his forthcoming role as Uncle Vanya, who turns to a futuristic soul-freezing enterprise as a means of assuaging his anxiety. Which works great — until his soul is stolen and enlisted for use by a Russian soap star. On one hand, the quirk potential here is kind of skin-crawling. But on the other, director Sophie Barthes blew us away with her 2007 short Happiness, which skimmed similar themes with warmth and sincerity. Sony Classics won't want anything remotely Kaufmanesque after Synecdoche, New York, but IFC Films and Magnolia Pictures will probably fight over this in the $2 million range for its potential in both the theatrical and VOD arenas.

· Bronson. It may turn out to be this year's Wrestler — not for any stirring actorly comebacks but rather for an edgy tour de force take on crime, celebrity and class as seen through the psychotic eyes of Charlie Bronson (Tom Hardy), Britain's most notorious prisoner. Hardy will pull out an Eric Bana-style prison-saga breakthrough thanks to director Nicolas Winding Refn, whose Pusher Trilogy endures as one of the decade's great (and greatly underrated) cinematic achievements and whose style fuses hyperrealistic violence with Scandinavian chamber drama. It will polarize Sundance and stimulate salivary glands around the Fox Searchlight and Magnolia condos, from one of which (probably Searchlight, who's seen genre risks like Night Watch pay off before) will come a $3 million buy late next week. Bet on it.

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<![CDATA[I Now Pronounce You Mc and Carrey]]> For all those hopeful that the success of Brokeback Mountain would lead to more films with A-list male stars in the throes of gay romance, here is what you have wrought: the Jim Carrey/Ewan McGregor romcom I Love You, Phillip Morris. A trailer for the film just emerged from France (of course it would be France!), detailing the wild true story of Steve Russell (Carrey), who was a devoted family man until a car accident turned him gay. Watch out, Morgan Freeman! The newly liberated Russell quickly turns into a con artist, eventually ending up in jail, where he falls head over heels for the incarcerated titular character (McGregor). Suddenly, a gay audience that's clamored for more on-screen kisses will be forced to confront the terror that is Carrey initiating them. The clip, after the jump:

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<![CDATA[Seen At Cannes: Phillip Morris Is Jim Carrey's Boo]]> Snapped at Cannes by Cinematical, it's the only known billboard for Jim Carrey/Ewan McGregor con-on-con gay prison romance I Love You Phillip Morris. At first glance, the tasteful campaign seems to be going for something like an Anderson Cooper Christmas card. A mere ten seconds later, however, the slats on the mechanized sign rotate, revealing a far edgier tableau of a Versace-clad and spray-tanned Carrey offering horsey rides to a bethonged and delighted Rodrigo Santoro.

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<![CDATA[Jim Carrey Embraces South Beach Lifestyle]]> Here's a first glimpse at Jim Carrey on the set of I Love You Phillip Morris (from the team who wrote Bad Santa, the movie is based on a true gay prison love story and was pitched as Catch Me If You Can meets Brokeback Mountain), in which Carrey's character appears to have been vomited upon by a Versace Medusa logo. It also features him grabbing a generous handful of actor Rodrigo Santoro, who was required to butch things up significantly since playing 300's chainmail-swimwear-fetishist Xerxes.

[Photo Credit: Splash News]

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