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He Kicked Me in the Shins and Threw Me Down, I Said "Ow."

By Cindy Davis | Posted Under Trade News | Comments (14)

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Doug Liman (Swingers, The Bourne Identity, Mr. & Mrs. Smith) premiered his latest film, Fair Game at Cannes today. Billed as a thriller, Fair Game is the well-known story of CIA operative Valerie Plame (Naomi Watts) and her husband Joe Wilson (Sean Penn), a former diplomat who became famous for his New York Times op-ed piece questioning the validity of intelligence used to invade Iraq. Soon after the piece appeared, Plame’s identity as a covert agent was leaked to the media, endagering Plame, subjecting Plame and Wilson to intense media and public scrutiny, even death threats.

Interestingly, both Liman and Watts went through some real life covert officer training at Camp Peary, a military facility nicknamed “The Farm”. Liman said he went through the kiddie version compared to what Watts was subjected to; his experience included being yelled at while handcuffed, with a bag put over his head. Describing her training as “fascinating,” Watts recounted: “On the first day as he kicked me in the shins and threw me down I said ‘Ow’, as you do,” she told reporters, referring to an unnamed instructor. “They were like, ‘None of that’.” As someone who has been through a decent bit of military training, I respect Watts all the more for taking on the training as research.

Here’s the not so thrilling trailer.

Fair Game is in contention for the Palme d’Or at Cannes and will be released sometime later this year (I’d guess awards during awards season).









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Comments

Is there any truth to the rumor that the movie never comes out with the fact that it was Richard Armitage out outed Mrs. Wilson?

Posted by: EricD at May 20, 2010 5:32 PM

Holy shit! That's not Michael Douglas!

Posted by: superasente at May 20, 2010 6:37 PM

Perfect opportunity for a movie to feature the Decemberists' song "O Valerie Plame"... perhaps too upbeat to fit into the movie's score, but over the credits?

Posted by: Abby at May 20, 2010 7:30 PM

*snore*

That story bored the shit out of me when it was actually happening. I can't imagine caring about the movie. Hell, I'm not even disappointed the trailer was pulled. I was only going to watch it because I had nothing better to do with my minute-and-a-half.

Posted by: stardust at May 20, 2010 9:33 PM

I put up a new one for you stardust!

Posted by: Cindy at May 20, 2010 9:43 PM

Dammit, Cindy! Now I have to watch it.

*sigh*

It's okay. I love you anyway! *kisses*

Posted by: stardust at May 20, 2010 9:48 PM

You know if I blow kisses back the boys will start talking.

*kisses*

Posted by: Cindy at May 20, 2010 9:56 PM

Let them talk! Ours is a love that cannot be denied, even over Sean Penn's smug mug.

Posted by: stardust at May 20, 2010 10:01 PM

Yeah! Is it just me, or has he lost his touch?

You want tongue?

Posted by: Cindy at May 20, 2010 10:07 PM

Do I want some tongue? Do bears shit in the woods?

And yeah, he has totally lost his touch. Now I have an urge to punch him in the face every time I see him.

Posted by: stardust at May 20, 2010 10:11 PM

I think they do - I always wonder what they do with the toilet paper in that commercial.

I think he should get back with Madonna. Maybe she'd shake him up again. Plus, she could show him how to feed on the blood of virgins to stay young.

Posted by: Cindy at May 20, 2010 10:24 PM

his experience included being yelled at while handcuffed, with a bag put over his head.
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BFD. Just another day at stately , manor.

Posted by: , at May 20, 2010 11:54 PM

Unless they waterboard Watts in a white tankini with no bra for "realism" I'm out. I'd suggest Sean Penn go fuck himself with his own pretentious dick, but I suspect his dick is busy protesting the pussy that Penn wears on his sleeve to woo the Academy.

I get being into your "art" and all, but even the white bearded anglo-God said "fuck it" on day seven and took a break. Quit weeping like a virginal teen at an Arkansas bbq whenever someone says the word "Iraq," Mr. Penn, and just make some goddamn movies that don't suck. I demand to be entertained without engaging my higher brain functions for once.

Posted by: Roaddog at May 21, 2010 4:13 AM

Not sure if it's the last time they worked together, but Penn muffdiving Watts with her 3-inch-long nipples on display in "21 Grams" gets them both a lifetime pass from me.

Posted by: , at May 21, 2010 11:42 AM