Spike Jones will have 20 months to make his studio happy with his big-screen version of Where the Wild Things Are. The highly anticipated movie was originally set for an ’08 release date, but Warner Bros. was reportedly extremely unhappy with the film Mr. Jonze had shot, and a test screening had kids leaving the Read More
It’s hasn’t been a good couple of months for Michelle Williams. First, she breaks up with Heath Ledger. Now, Spike Jonze is kicking her off of Where the Wild Things Are for Lauren Ambrose, the redhead who recently received rave reviews for her turn as Juliet in the Shakespeare in the Park production of Read More
Indie-darling filmmaker Spike Jonze just bought an apartment at the Forward Building—the new Lower East Side condo that’s turned from a center of lefty Yiddish culture into a home for hip Hollywood.
According to the deed, Mr. Jonze paid $2,647,450.
What distinguishes his 2,590-square-foot eighth-floor apartment?
“Slamming river views,” said celebrity broker Michael Bolla, who’s Read More
Over at the McSweeney’s mag, they’re shilling a new, quarterly DVD compendium of short films, titled — most bewilderingly — Wholphin.
Ordinarily, this would not concern the Politicker. But issue No. 1 includes the “lost” 13-minute Al Gore documentary by Spike Jonze, the director who brought us everything from Read More
If anyone were to ask me at this moment to pick the best movie of the year, with all of December still to come, I would find myself torn between Spike Jonze’s Adaptation , from a screenplay by Charlie Kaufman and Donald Kaufman, based on the book The Orchard Thief by Susan Orlean, and Pedro Read More
A quiet string of guitar eighth-notes rises and falls as drums brush along, and “Smoke Rings in the Dark,” a tune by Nashville singer Gary Allan, takes off in its starlit way. The guy’s romance-he understands it’s past denying-has collapsed. “Eye-ah-eye-ah-ah-eye,” as Mr. Allan phrases it, “know I must be going/ ‘Cause love’s already gone.” Read More
Spike Jonze’s Being John Malkovich , from a screenplay by Charlie Kaufman, may or may not be voted the best picture of the year by the New York Film Critics Circle, though I am reluctantly and resignedly betting that it will be. It is at the very least, for both its director and its screenwriter, Read More
At a family funeral in North Carolina, a cousin and I exchanged e-mail addresses. No sooner had I returned to New York than my on-line mailbox was flooded with antimale jokes of a wildness and venom that startled even this professionally unshockable observer of the passing scene. They’d obviously been forwarded around and had gathered Read More
