Joseph Gordon-Levitt in ‘The Walk’/Image © TriStar Pictures
Editor's Note: "The Walk" is making viewers sick (in a sort of good way), "The Revenant" isn't holding back on the grizzly front, and more in today's roundup. It's about time for your Daily Blunt, don't you think?
"Everest" isn't the only fall movie that's testing viewers' mettle. Accounts from the New York Film Festival seem to agree that Robert Zemeckis might have been a little too successful in engineering 3-D effects for "The Walk." Those prone to vertigo may find themselves rushing to the restroom by the end of Joseph Gordon-Levitt's high-wire act, as was the case at Alice Tully Hall the other night. Unsettling as that prospect might be, you have to admit it's way better publicity for the film than merely positive reviews might have been.
While you're already on edge, why not also take a look at the new trailer for Leonardo DiCaprio's "The Revenant"? If they're willing to show this much of a grizzly bear attack in the trailer, there's no telling what horrors still remain in store for us when the full movie comes out. Start bracing yourself now: This is how you'll be spending Christmas Day!
Interesting news from the set of Michael Crichton's "Westworld": Background actors are being asked to sign a contract that warns of explicit, fully nude contact with other actors. In addition to a startlingly specific laundry list of simulated sex acts, contracted actors may be called to perform "other assorted acts the project may require." SAG-AFTRA is doing its best to spread the word that performers have the right to withdraw consent at any point while filming. Also: "The set must be closed and still photography prohibited without the actor's consent."
The literary world just captured an interesting new demographic: football fans. Read along as five friends explain why they've given up watching NFL and started a book club instead, as a form of protest against the health problems faced by athletes who participate in the sport: "No one ever got concussed reading The Goldfinch. No one ever suffered a career-ending cervical spine injury curling up with his Kindle. No one's mind was ever slowly destroyed by books -- the effect is really quite the opposite." This week they're tackling Steven Millhauser's Edwin Mullhouse. Won't you read along?