New Moon heartthrob Robert Pattinson hit up the same Venice, CA studio as Emmy Rossum this afternoon. Pairing up for a new project? Rob sported a plaid shirt, jeans and Ray-Ban sunglasses as he made his way to his ride.
E! News Article
Should Robert Pattinson Worry About Bad Reviews?
Critics remain way underwhelmed by Robert Pattinson's channeling of artist Salvador Dalí in Little Ashes. Call it a lack of—tee hee—sparkle. A few were impressed—the London Daily Express calls Pattinson's take "a spirited performance." But most agree with MTV's Kurt Loder, who says, "As soon as Pattinson steps forth with Dalí's famous up-twirled mustaches pasted to his face, the picture collapses."
Well, meow to you, too.
That isn't necessarily bad news for Pattinson fans, however, especially if you're open to a long-term love affair...
Despite the mixed reviews, veteran casting directors are calling Pattinson's choice in films brilliant, especially if he wants a long career.
"Tween girls buy movie tickets but don't win you Oscars," says casting exec Lisa Hamil, who worked on The Notebook and Alpha Dog as well as the new film One-Eyed Monster. "Hollywood is very quick to typecast, and once that happens, an actor's career can flatline."
Here's where tweenie fans may feel a bit of panic.
"All of us would still attempt to cast him in tween roles, but I'd be shocked (and a little disappointed) if he took another one," Hamil reveals. "It's the same reason Daniel Radcliffe did Equus. These guys are in it for the long haul and have learned this elemental truth: You grow up with your audience."
In other words, once the Twilight franchise wraps, kids, don't look for Pattinson in another teen-candy role. Even vampires need to grow up sometime.
Melissa Rosenberg Talks About New Moon Set
This from her facebook notes:Writing from the set of New Moon, a ridiculously happy place to be. Everyone is having a gas. Especially me. You'd expect at least one person to be snarky after working so hard for so long but I haven't heard a single sour note. Chris Weitz is the zen ringmaster doing a fantastic job.
The Volturi look amaaaazing. Michael Sheen embodies Aro so completely, elevating the role to a whole new level. Dakota as Jane knocks me out. Rob and Kristen are gorgeous of course and and and... I probably shouldn't gush so much, no one will believe that everything is perfect but it is!
'Little Ashes': Tortured Artist, By Kurt Loder
Robert Pattinson trapped in strange new movie.
Actually, it’s hard to imagine who could play this outlandish character — a man who appeared to believe that life itself was too small to contain him. In Pattinson’s attempted impersonation, we see the pampered young Dalí arriving at the Residencia in a hugely ridiculous frilly shirt and jaw-length bowl-cut hair. Tottering out of his grand car into a bustle of fellow students, he looks like a marionette with a few strings missing, or a rag doll in need of repair. He seems trapped and terrified. But since social reticence is not a quality we associate with the overbearingly outré Dalí, we soon begin to wonder if it isn’t the actor himself who feels desperately out of place in this strange film.
The picture’s focus is on the relationship between García Lorca, a closeted and tormented homosexual, and the flamboyantly odd painter, whose sexual inclinations are anybody’s guess. (He claimed to be exclusively heterosexual.) Dalí knew the poet was in love with him, but always insisted that on the two occasions when García Lorca came on to him sexually, he turned him down. The movie would have it otherwise. (After a while, we wish that we could, too.)
There are some truly shameless scenes here. We see García Lorca shooting lovelorn glances at Dalí, then scurrying off in a fit of guilt to confide to a plaster Madonna that “I have had impure thoughts.” We see the boys recumbent on a beach, Dalí with his head propped on his friend’s thigh as García Lorca reads his poetry aloud. There’s an artsy nude moonlight swim that with only the tiniest of adjustments could be converted into a cologne commercial. And there’s a spectacularly lurid interlude in which García Lorca, desperate to demonstrate an acceptable manliness, has sex with a woman on a bed while Dalí watches (possibly masturbating, not sure) from a dark corner of the room.
Source: MTV News
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