David Hare and cast members join us for a discussion following a preview of the final parts of his ripped-from-the-headlines trilogy. It will be presented by BFI Southbank, next March 01 and tickets are on sale.
Following the success of Page Eight (BBC, 2011), BFI Southbank is proud to present two new films, Turks & Caicos (BBC, 2014) and Salting the Battlefield (BBC, 2014) from writer and director David Hare that complete his trilogy about Johnny Worricker, MI5’s most admired intelligence analyst. Turks & Caicos features a stellar cast including Bill Nighy as Worricker, Winona Ryder, Helena Bonham Carter, Ralph Fiennes and Christopher Walken. Worricker is hiding out from his work at MI5 on the tax-exile islands, but an encounter with a CIA agent forces him into the company of some ambiguous American businessmen. The third part Salting the Battlefield sees Worricker and Margot Tyrrell (Bonham-Carter) on the run together across Europe. Worricker knows his only chance of resolving his problems is to return home and confront his nemesis – the UK Prime Minister Alec Beasley (Fiennes). We hope to welcome David Hare and cast members for a panel discussion on 1 March after the screenings. Please check the BFI website for final confirmations.
Winona attended last night the ‘Sean Penn & Friends Help Haiti Home’ event, and I have a few HQ pictures uploaded to the gallery.
Thanks Claudia for her help on finding some of these pictures.
While looking to new pictures I came across this pretty shoot taken to People magazine while promoting ‘The Iceman’. Also, I replaced some pictures of ‘The Blackbook‘ covershoot for better quality ones.
Hello, friends! I hope you’re having an excellent holidays season!
I have added 18 new HQ portraits of Winona back in April during ‘The Iceman’ press conference. Check the previews, and go to our gallery for full sized pictures:
A new amazing interview done to The Daily Beast about Homefront, Beetlejuice, Hollywood and… Homeland! Check it:
Winona Ryder is whispering to me.
I have just stepped inside an anonymous suite on the 15th floor of the Four Seasons Beverly Hills, which has been overtaken by the PR team for Homefront, the new meth-head action film written by Sylvester Stallone. Jason Statham, who plays an undercover drug cop turned single dad trying to protect his daughter from drugland lowlifes, is doing his interviews in another room. So are Kate Bosworth (an angry addict) and James Franco (the dangerous local dealer). But it’s Winona I’m here to see. Winona forever.
The 42-year-old Minnesota native has had her ups and downs. The ups are legendary: Lucas, Beetlejuice, Heathers, Edward Scissorhands, Mermaids, Night on Earth, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, The Age of Innocence, Reality Bites. The list goes on.
Ryder’s downs are famous, too. The shoplifting incident. The prescription painkiller abuse. The anxiety and depression. And the half-decade hiatus that followed.
In recent years, however, Ryder has returned to the screen in a series of smaller, quirkier roles. Each time—Star Trek, Black Swan, The Iceman—she has proven that her iconic status is no fluke.
Which brings us to Homefront—and Ryder’s whispering. As the PR folks slip into the bedroom and gingerly close the door, leaving me and Winona alone together, she leans in and makes a confession.
“I haven’t seen the movie, so…” She smiles apologetically. She looks immaculate: black blazer, dark, longish hair, perfect skin, perfect teeth. If I didn’t know her age, I would say she was about 30. I promise not to interrogate her too aggressively about Homefront.
To be honest, I think Ryder is the best thing about the movie. She brings layers of vulnerability, confusion, and conscience to a drug-moll character that might otherwise have been a one-dimensional cliché.
But like Ryder—who is so eager to tell me about her other new project, the “amazing” BBC political thriller Turks and Caicos by David Hare, that I have to gently steer her back to the topic at hand before our interview can start—I would probably prefer to talk about other subjects as well: Beetlejuice 2, Reality Bites, how Hollywood has changed over the last 20 years, why aging is so much more complicated for actresses than actors. Even Homeland.
So that’s what we proceed to do.
I never thought I’d see the day when Winona Ryder would steal a movie right out from under Jason Statham and James Franco, but we live in interesting times. Homefront, scripted by Sylvester Stallone (or should that be “Academy Award–winning screenwriter Sylvester Stallone”?) and directed by Gary Fleder, is a thoroughly boilerplate bayou actioner, with one notable feature. It’s got good villains – nasty, delirious, stupid villains, among them Franco and Ryder – and for that it’s almost worth seeing. Almost.
(…)Broker’s attempts to start a new life and keep a low profile unravel when his daughter gets picked on at school and winds up demonstrating some of the moves dad taught her. Soon enough, Broker is all a-tangle with the bully’s family, which includes Gator (Franco), a meth dealer who wants to expand his operation beyond the confines of this hillbilly backwater, and Gator’s angry biker-groupie girlfriend, Sheryl (Ryder). They’re the couple from hell, but they have dimension. Gator has a certain white-trash snottiness – early on, we see him chasing away teenage tweakers and scoffing at the low quality of their product. But it’s Sheryl that we’re truly fascinated by. A pissy, beautiful harridan who seems to know the right thing to do but is incapable of ever doing it, she obviously hates the idea of having to consort with bikers and meth heads, but tolerates it if it gets her what she wants. But what does she actually want? How did she wind up here? Who is this woman? Unfortunately, the film shows no interest in answering these questions; I’m not even entirely sure what happened to her at the end.
A review ending with ‘Winona Forever’ will never live without being reproduced on our website. Check the whole piece on Vulture.