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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Bizkit, Korn) and straight-ahead rockers (Godsmack, Buckcherry) drawn from this summer's controversial concert. No wonder Axl Rose and his band, Guns n' Roses, picked this musical moment to attempt a comeback, contributing a fierce, though somewhat tuneless, new song to the sound-track CD for the forthcoming film End of Days. Lilith Fair is over, my friend. It's safe for the bad boys to come out and play...
Fact is, Crowe has been smoking--and acting--since childhood. At age six he did his first TV gig. His parents, who migrated from New Zealand to Australia when he was four, catered TV and film sets in between running pubs, which is where he picked up smoking. In his 20s, he toured and sang (and smoked) with his own band, which still performs as 30 Odd Foot of Grunts. By 30, he had 10 films to his credit Down Under, most notably 1992's Romper Stomper, in which he played a psycho skinhead. Sharon Stone brought him to Hollywood...
Michael Mann says he wanted Crowe to play the pudgy 53-year-old biochemist at the heart of The Insider--age didn't matter. At the time, Crowe was 34 and in fighting trim from playing ice hockey for the film Mystery, Alaska. But Mann had an inkling that Crowe could connect with the whistle blower Wigand at his most depressed and paranoid, when the tobacco industry was trying to smear him, when his marriage was failing, when he was drinking and eating too much. Crowe, without even meeting Wigand, nailed the part in a single reading, says Mann...
Michael Mann loves bad guys. Loves their drive, the snarl in their stare, the swagger they have learned and earned. From his first feature film, 1981's Thief, to the 1995 Heat and his swankily corrosive TV shows Miami Vice and Crime Story, the writer-director has toured the underworld and found it a great place to visit...
Mann and co-screenwriter Eric Roth want to make The Insider a suspense thriller and an art film. There are assignations under dark bridges, ornery messages snailing out of fax machines, snatches of arias on the sound track and enough slo-mo shots to extend the movie's running, or ambling, time to 2 1/2 hours. And those endless conferences! The viewer almost has to be a journalist--or a good editor--to sniff out the meat under...