My favorite bad boy Indie actor is in two new movies this fall, both of them crap. Bucky Larson: Born to Be A Star (he plays a porn star) and The Immortals. At least he's spreading his genres to comedy and epic action films. Comedy may be his thing.
Stephen Dorff was beginning to settle into the psychotic ruthless killer, a far cry from his child actor work in the Power of One and I Shot Andy Warhol, the same way Dennis Hopper did. Hopper resurfaced to redeem himself in Hoosiers, playing an alcoholic coach, before moving on to TV.
I realize an actor has to make a buck, and I was momentarily relived when he did Somewhere, which died at the box office although I liked it a lot. It's as Dylan Moran says, you want to leave potential alone because you'll mess it up.
I think Mr. Dorff had lots of potential and "somewhere"along the way got he left it alone. Blame Pamela Anderson or John Waters or Wesley Snipes, he managed to go from SFW and Innocent Lies to Cold Creek Manor and Fear.com. Forever there's been a Deacon Frost prequel, sequel, trilogy in the works, however it's almost too late unless vampires aren't really ageless.
Tonight I watched The Conspirator, which also seem to have come and gone quickly at the theaters. It made me realize what a solid actor James McAvoy has become. I wasn't overly impressed when I first saw him in Atonement (I think), but then he was Mr. Tumnus for God's sake. You just have to be good to be Mr. Tumnus. Then The Last Station. He's geeky, no chiseled good lucks. I like that.
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