Tom Tykwer and The Wachowski Starship‘s Cloud Atlas (my review) recently had 40 minutes shaved from it by mainland China’s strict censors. Amazingly, the cuts had nothing to do with the film’s horrendous Asian-face make up, they were more about sexiness and gay stuff.

Material deleted mainly comprised of love scenes, gory sequences and nudity. A number of same-sex love scenes between actors Ben Whishaw and James D’Arcy were also cut from the film due to the Sarft’s strict ban on homosexual content. Mainland actress Zhou Xun has a small role in the film and appears in a sex scene which is expected to be cut.

“Although the mainland version is a bit constrained, [we] fully believe in the regulator’s editing standards,” said Cloud Atlas co-director Tom Tykwer, who was in Beijing on Tuesday to promote the movie ahead of its January 31 release. [Scmp]

Did you catch that? That’s the amazing part of this story to me, that Chinese censors cut 40 minutes – a full fourth of the movie – and the directors still showed up in Beijing to promote it. I know it’s basically a cottage industry here to bash China while simultaneously grubbing for their money (see: the presidential debates, both candidates), but that’s still stunning that they showed up to the premiere of a film they didn’t even get to cut themselves.

Though “Cloud Atlas” directors said they believed Chinese editors, they didn’t do the cut themselves. Qiu Huashun, boss of the Dreams of the Dragon Pictures, said the cut is due to Chinese censorship regulations and the interests of Chinese market.

“It sucks really,” director Lana Wachowski told China.org.cn, “But I believe you can watch the full version online.” [china.org]

It’s hard to tell if there’s even a way to do that legally in China. Of course, Tykwer and the Wachowskis’ showing up reflected some economic realities:

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SYMBOLISM!

It’s no wonder Cloud Atlas opened to mixed and polarized reviews, it’s like a three-hour, constantly shifting contradiction, going from tear-inducing poignant to chortle-provoking stupid (and you never want to provoke a chortle, EVER). You want to give it credit for all its dazzling imagery, but almost every actual idea it presents it eventually contradicts or pisses down its leg.

Based on the novel by David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas is a sort of Valentine’s Day of Oscar movies, a tale of love  across lifetimes. The twist this time is that each vignette stars the same cast – Tom Hanks, Halle Berry, Jim Sturgess, Jim Broadbent, Hugh Grant, Ben Whishaw, Doona Bae, and Hugo Weaving -  giving the makeup artists a workout and keeping the producers from having to hire Josh Duhamel. Co-directed by Tom Tykwer and the Wachowski Starship, it cuts between six interconnecting storylines:

• An 1849 colonial ocean voyage (Wachowskis)
• A 1930s gay love story about an aspiring composer (Tykwer)
• An environmental thriller set in 1970s San Francisco (Tykwer)
• A contemporary drama about a British book publisher (Tykwer)
• An Asian-face revolt in 2144 New Seoul (Wachowskis)
• A Hunger Games-ish arrow fight on a post-apocalyptic 24th century forest island (Wachowskis).

Going into a three-hour story of love that defies time, place, and the boundaries of the individual, you dread a certain amount of pomposity, a story drunk on its own loftiness. Even the casual moviegoer recognizes the correlation between make-up and awards-needy self-importance, and Cloud Atlas has enough conspicuous make-up to build Nicole Kidman a thousand nose prosthetics. But at least at first, Cloud Atlas is a pleasant surprise, seeming more concerned with imagery than with beating you over the head with loves, longing, and triumphs of the will. I love a period piece, and Cloud Atlas is like six in one – Downton’s abbey, frigate, restaurant, island, nuclear reactor, and nursing home.

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Tom Tykwer, best known for directing the good but overrated Run Lola Run and the upcoming The International, plans to direct the film adaptation of What is the What: The Autobiography of Valentino Achak Deng. Yay! I’ve actually read this one!  I love it when they adapt books that don’t have pictures in them!

The book details the life of Sudanese lost boy Valentino Achak Deng, who gave his story to Dave Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, writer of the Where the Wild Things Are adaptation).  It’s a great book that should make for a pretty intense movie, considering damn near everyone the guy knows gets brutally murdered, and his shitty luck doesn’t stop when he leaves the Sudan.  It’s the kind of thing you read after a crappy day at work to remind yourself that your problems ain’t shit.  It should really be called Suck it up, Pussy: The Autobiography of Someone Way Tougher Than You.

[via FilmSchoolRejects]

Clive Owen: The thinking man’s Jason Statham

After the jump, I’ve got the trailer for The International, starring Clive Owen and Naomi Watts.

Interpol Agent Louis Salinger (Clive Owen) and Manhattan Assistant District Attorney Eleanor Whitman (Naomi Watts) are determined to bring to justice one of the world’s most powerful banks. Uncovering myriad and reprehensible illegal activities, Salinger and Whitman follow the money from Berlin to Milan to New York to Istanbul. Finding themselves in a high-stakes chase across the globe, their relentless tenacity puts their own lives at risk as their targets will stop at nothing – even murder – to continue financing terror and war. Directed by Tom Tykwer (Run Lola Run) from an original screenplay written by Eric Warren Singer, The International is being shot on location in Germany and throughout Europe. [Apple]

That was quite the synopsis for a movie whose plot is basically “What if your bank was… evil.”  Look man, you don’t have to tell me the bank supports terrorism to make me hate it.  One $28 overdraft fee and I’m already praying for a motherf-cker to die in a fire.  Especially that 20-year-old Korean teller.  There was something suspicious about her, I’m telling you.

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