(“…Mom?”)
Gawker posted a salacious piece of investurbative journalism today when they discovered that Variety had scrubbed their own negative review of Roy Scheider’s last film, Iron Cross. It turns out the move came after the Iron Cross producers complained, seeing as how they’d paid Variety $400,000 to mount an Oscar campaign.
Iron Cross‘ presence on Variety‘s screening series, which is usually reserved for actual Oscar contenders and serves to give members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences a chance to see potential nominees in the theater before the voting begins, was a mystery to many in Hollywood. It was a tiny film by relatively unknown director Newton, and was notable only for the unfortunate fact that Scheider died while making it. But Newton and his fellow producers’ huge outlay to Variety certainly explains its presence, as well as the January Variety story touting the otherwise unremarkable picture as “a World War II revenge drama [that] has hit the screens with hopes of awards.” [Gawker]
I wish I could see what kind of puns Variety’s own writers could come up with for this. “Iron Cropped?” “Roy (S)Hider?” Anyway, was that really worth $400K? No one’s even heard of this movie. This was the biggest waste of a few hundred grand since Nic Cage’s dinosaur skull. The one he bought, I mean.



Usually I pay whores extra money to tell me that I’m big.
Yeah, Pauly’s Mom said you were huge.
I think I just got herpes from that picture.
No, she SCREAMED that I’m huge.
Speaking of Pauly’s mom, it turns out that just like Mexican food, eating out Mexicans will give you diarrhea.
More like Roy Died-er.
*ring*
Hello? Variety? Yes, I am available as a freelance writer
More like Roy Schiesser.
I initially misread “Roy Scheider” as “Rob Schneider” and just read the rest of the article that way. It’s much more entertaining to me to believe that Rob Schneider died while making a WWII revenge drama that failed spectacularly at trying to win an Oscar.
“You’re gonna need a bigger casket”
If the Iron Cross really wanted to treat Variety like a prostitute they’d just kill it to avoid paying it at all.
*looks at banner pic*
Oh, the American Apparel ads are back.
Variety kills bad review for $400,000
Meanwhile, cancer killed Roy Scheider for free.
Who’s the real bad guy here?
*punches self in the nuts*
Alternate headline: Variety piledrives ‘Iron Cross’ review. Full-nelson points and says “HA HA”.
Don’t be so hard on the Iron Cross people- that’s how Titanic got Best Picture. The original review said “DiCaprio is prettier than Kate Winslet, Billy Zane is comically overplaying his role, and the biggest disappointment is that the ship doesn’t sink until the end of the movie”
silly producers, everyone knows you can’t buy an Oscar in Hollywood
/re-watches Shakespeare In Love
silly producers, everyone knows you can’t buy an Oscar in Hollywood
**cough**Marissa Tomei**coughcoughhack**[looks in hand] An acorn? WTF?
I’d like to take a moment to say that I was going to make some weak sause comment about jews buying/selling anything, but decided to go get a burrito instead.
/true story
Iron cross? I don’t care what mood she’s in, as long as the bitch gets all the wrinkles out of my shirts.
Is Crappy still here? Was Shutter any good? Like, 3rd date-good?
RRRAAAAAAAAAARRR… ROY SCHEIDER’S DEATH WAS SAD! WE GAVE HIM PROPER VIKING BURIAL BUT BOUGHT CLEAN AIR CREDITS TO OFFSET THE EMISSIONS!
2000 years ago, you couldn’t find an iron cross.
That’s probably why Jesus didn’t wear a shirt.
Iron Cross? That film won’t even be mentioned for an Oscar until they change the name to something more Hollywood-friendly like Golden Star of David.
*Dodges tomato*
And what IS the deal with airline food?
Where the fuck did they get 400k from, cause I got a movie idea that just might work: It’s a revenge fantasy about an Iraq war vet that instead of going home and getting fat and becoming a security guard, he gets called back for “one last mission”. Little does he know he’s going to be teamed up with a whacky Iraqi that can’t seem to get his American pop culture correct. They go after terrorists cells hidden in America. Title: I.R.A.Q. in the U.S.A.
Hollywood, place your bids.
Al, yes, good third date flick. Good enough for the theater, especially just to give Marty your vote via a ticket sale. Twisty enough plot to keep you thinnking, you’ll have figured it out, but also have had about five viable options running at the same time. Leo was a bit…pressed. But the rest of the cast was sublime. Tension simmered throughout. Not like Hurt Locker where the pressure cooker is on the stove, gauge pegged, relief valve screaming and you can’t leave, but more like frying bacon naked, where you’re standing there just knowing sooner or later one of those fuckers is gonna pop and sling grease unto your dick. Cuz who doesn’t fry bacon naked?
Thanks Crappy. New pup.