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The Mystery Of Paul W.S. Anderson

By TK Burton | Industry | September 7, 2010 |

By TK Burton | Industry | September 7, 2010 |

I’m kind of in awe of Paul W.S. Anderson. The man has made nothing but crap for his entire career — two Mortal Kombat movies and the worst entry in either series, AVP: Aliens Vs. Predator. The best he’s got under his belt are Resident Evil, a enjoyably trashy video game adaptation, and Death Race, which succeeds only because of its cast.

And yet not only does he still get money to make movies, but he still gets solid casting as well. Here’s the (thoroughly uninteresting) poster for his adaptation of The Three Musketeers (click to enlarge):


I mean, fuck. Look at that. Now, I know Milla Jovovich will star in anything he makes because, well, they’re married. But Mads Mikkelson? Ray Stevenson? Juno Temple? I figured after Cracks she’d be making her way up the indie ladder, but apparently not. And let’s not even start on trying to figure out how the fuck Orlando Bloom ended up there.

No, it’s hardly an A-team of acting talent, but there are some pretty damn cool actors on that list (that Percy Jackson nimrod notwithstanding). I swear, unless everyone keeps thinking they’re auditioning for a Paul Thomas Anderson film, he must have some weird, Svengali shit going on. You almost have to be impressed.


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