What a difference a “W.S.” makes. From the sublimely gifted to the ridiculously not-so, Andersons Paul Thomas and Paul W.S. share little beyond twinned SEO credentials (fortuitous for W.S., less so for Thomas) and the memory of being picked on at the top of the school register. Having last delivered us the aptly masterful “The Master,” and “Resident Evil: Retribution” (retribution, presumably, for its unwitting audience) respectively, news of a forthcoming Anderson picture could spell delight or “dear God, no” for film fans. Regrettably, this story concerns the latter, lesser, Anderson.
Paul W.S. Anderson has, in all fairness, to be congratulated on his upcoming release “Pompeii,” which will be neither derived from a video game, nor constitute a garbled, multi-part, colon-oriented title. Instead, the film is set in Pompeii, 79A.D., and tells the story of slave Milo (to be played by Kit Harington) who is in love with his master's daughter (Browning), but is sold to another owner. But when Vesuvius erupts, he makes his way back to the city to rescue his love, and his best friend, a gladiator, who is trapped in the coliseum.
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P.T. Anderson is the Mitt Romney of directors, a total fake that plagiarise wholesale from auteurs who actually have visions. Just listening to his commentary track on _Boogie Nights_ is enough to make you puke for hours. P.W.S. Anderson at least shows occasional flair and passion for movies (see _Death Race_).
Emily is like Lizzie Olsen in that she is very talented but she is in that mediocre indie movie cycle so I guess she and her people thought this would be good to raise her profile like Olsen and Godzilla. Or it could be a Bill murray and Garfield Cohen mix-up all over again and she does not know she has signed on to film with the "lesser Anderson" ( so cruel, The Playlist) but I doubt it.