If Ralph Fiennes's impending Coriolanus has him in blatant Call of Duty: Modern Warfare drag, then surely there's room for a modern-politics Julius Caesar. Ides of March, despite the title, isn't it. Instead, the trailer tells us, this is a story of politicians smiling smugly in private jets and amber-lit bars, stomping index fingers on desks, and banging on about how terribly bright Ryan Gosling is just before he does something stupid. But that's not the drama anyone cares about. The real tension is in wondering at what point during the movie the baton of bankability will be passed from Clooney to Gosling, exactly like that time in Welcome to the Jungle when Arnold passed the torch to the Rock.
Sons of Tennessee Williams is one of those movies where the clue is in the title. And if you don't figure that out right off the baton rouge, the first painted faces you see explain the whole thing. Back in the 1950s, it was not always a good thing to be homosexual in America's South, but as glittering montages of vintage gay Mardi Gras footage reveal, sometimes it was fabulous. "Is it really a civil rights accomplishment for a man to wear a dress?" asks one voice, to which the answer, according to this trailer, is a resounding yes.
Poignant moment of the week is in the trailer for The Way when Martin Sheen's mourning father refers to Emilio Estevez as his only child. Directed by Tiger Blood's older brother Emilio himself, this looks to be an accomplished, old-fashioned affair. Stubborn fool Martin learns to forgive himself by walking the infamous Camino de Santiago pilgrimage route in honor of his deceased boy, and along The Way picks up a surrogate family of international weirdoes. Ruthlessly targeting your heartstrings against a backdrop of glorious countryside, what this trailer suggests is that The Way is the route to a Netflix rainy-Sunday afternoon with a bottle of cheap white.
There's a rather well-edited video that shows how pretty much every scene in The Matrix is drawn from the Chinese kung fu movies and Japanese manga of the previous decade. Thing is, for all the authenticity of the originals, the target audience for The Matrix was only ready to see that stuff in a world it recognized, the one it lived in, which of course is the one the real Matrix built for it. What the trailer for 1911 Revolution tells you is that, just like Shaolin from a couple of weeks ago, the original authentic stuff is still being made (and these days with much better budgets and more attention to period detail), but if you're not in the market for bare-handed wood-chopping and Jackie Chan acrobatics, you may find the history a little too much trouble to bother with. Good choice of year to release it, though.
How can anyone not like Hugh Jackman? He looks like Clint Eastwood but without the gene that removes smiling, he can sing songs other than "I Talk to the Trees," he dances on Broadway, and evidently he takes himself about as seriously as a New Orleans Mardi Gras veteran. Any doubts you may have about his rather uplifting attitude to life will be cast to the wind by this trailer for Real Steel, aka Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots the Movie. This is the stupidest trailer of the week by far, its robot-pounding action greased along by every redeemed-loser cliché you've ever seen. This is not to say it doesn't look totally awesome if you happen to be a 6-year-old boy. And what the hell—Hugh's enjoying himself, and so should you.
In the promising indie-movie slot of this week, Juno Temple is the feisty Dirty Girl who, having alienated everyone in town with her foul mouth and attitude, persuades a school friend to steal his father's car and join her in a life-affirming road trip. Set in the 1987 of flicked-back hair and vintage muscle cars, it is possible the Dirty Girl got the idea from watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986), but she has a long way to go before she reaches the heights of Heathers (1988), at least according to this trailer.