Here’s the vaguely not safe for work (brief nudity) trailer for Russian film Zakrytye Prostranstva (Confined Spaces), directed by Igor Vorksla.  According to russia-ic, this is the first emo film produced in Russia.  Seriously?  Can it be considered "emo" if you’re depressed about living in freakin’ Russia?  Seems justified to me.

The trailer’s not subtitled, so Twitchfilm sent out a plea to their regulars to translate.  Commenter Vladimir eloquently explains:

"It’s art-house movie about the guy with agoraphobia, who kidnapped pizza-girl and will release her after she would make 3 tasks."

I should totally sue.  They completely ripped off the police report about that time I kidnapped the pizza guy and made him make with the three tasks, ifyouknowwhatimean.  – RoboPanda

USA Today has a big article on the new Bond flick and a couple new pictures.  Some of the highlights:

"He has his heart broken," says Craig, who turned 40 during the shoot. "The love of his life is killed, and he finds out she’s not who she said she was. … He’s out for revenge. But he’s also out to find — and this is what the title is about — a ‘quantum of solace.’ Something has been taken away from him, and he’s out to get that back."

Wait, Bond? I was worried Quantum of Solace sounded like an emo band, but now this whole movie is starting to sound emo.  Bond isn’t supposed to have his heart broken by a woman – shitty vodka, a bad guy not dying fast enough – these are the things that make Bond sad, not a girl.  Girls are just what Bond does when he’s not killing people or driving a sweet car.

Director Marc Forster says setting the climax in the wasteland of Chile’s Atacama Desert fuses the plot with the internal life of Bond.  "I chose the desert because it’s isolated, you feel lonely, and that’s what Bond is struggling with himself,"

Bond is lonely?! Is he going to start painting his fingernails black and write poetry that overuses the word "duality"? 

"When they have this moment between them [Bond and the villain], Bond has a decision to make," Forster says. "Bond lost someone he loved. But what does it mean to kill someone, when you just lost someone?"

Uh, it makes you happy again, duh. Has this guy never seen an action movie before? The bad guy kills your woman and you chop his head off or throw him off a tall building and watch him impale on something. Then you say something like, "Stick around," and you have a party.  Everyone knows that.   

The Bond of the past was calculating and in control, rarely caught off guard and more bemused than tortured by the havoc he confronts. Quantum of Solace transforms him into damaged goods.

"Tortured by the havoc?" Was that an AFI reference of some sort.  You know, I’m starting to wonder if the Chilean mayor disrupting filming the other day was just an example of the Mexican Anti-Emo Riots moving south.  Oh yeah, did I mention there are anti-emo riots in Mexico? 

Taken from the title of a collection of short stories by Ian Fleming, the official title of the 22nd Bond film is Quantum of Solace. 

The new film sees 007 (Daniel Craig) out for revenge on a mission that takes him to Austria, Italy and South America. Bond girl Camille, played by Ukrainian-born Olga Kurylenko [pictured], leads the secret agent to Dominic Greene (Mathieu Amalric), member of a mysterious organization and a ruthless businessman, seeking to control huge natural resources.

The plot follows on directly from Casino Royale, as Bond aims to uncover the truth about Vesper, the beauty who betrayed him, and discovers that she had been blackmailed. [ComingSoon] 

Quantum of Solace sounds like a crappy band that sounds just like The Mars Volta and everyone wears girl jeans and has hyphenated names who you shout "Play some Skynyrd!" at who cry when you throw beer bottles at them.  

Watch the trailer for Wristcutters: A Love Story 

I’d seen stuff about his movie floating around on the web for a while now, and I always avoided it because I assumed it was going to be about some whiny, sheltered, faux suicidal A-holes, a lá Girl Interrupted, Max and Grace, or any of Sofia Coppola’s movies.  Ooh, you’re so broody and complex – just imagine how hard life would be if you actually had a job!

After watching the trailer, however, I realize the premise is that the people kill themselves, but end up in an afterlife that’s just like regular life, only shittier.  Now that I can get behind (it’s reminiscent of your mother in that regard).  You kill yourself because you’re ugly and everyone hates you, but what’s to say you’d be any prettier or more likable in the afterlife*?  

This is the feel good movie that Owen Wilson needs to see.   

Ooh, I forgot to mention that the star’s name is "Patrick Fugit".