One of the more distinctive directorial voices in the wave of New Zealand cinema which made such an impressive splash in the 1980s and 90s, Jackson was interested in cameras from an early age. When he finally bought a 16mm camera, he decided to make a short science-fiction comedy with it. Over three years later, he completed the feature-length result, "Bad Taste" (1988). Though many might not see past the film's lengthy streams of vomit and blood or what they consider to be the aptness of the film's title, Jackson's feature debut about aliens coming to Earth to hunt for human flesh to stock an
Unlike 30 Rock's Liz Lemon, who once lied about her taste in literature to impress an apartment co-op board, I have read Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones. And that's exactly why I'm not looking forward to Peter Jackson's film
Film critics are often accused of being failed filmmakers. It's no secret that I am, in addition to being a film critic, a failed (as yet) screenwriter. Granted, I haven't put quite in the effort into writing scripts (as yet)
Poor Peter Jackson! He has the temerity to call out New Line over creative accounting -- Jackson says the studio has cheated him out of his rightful share of the $18 bazillion the Lord of the Rings trilogy earned -- and so now