We realize here's only so much time one can spend in a day watching new trailers, viral video clips, and shaky cell phone footage of people arguing on live television. This is why The Atlantic Wire is unveiling a new late afternoon feature highlighting the day's video clips that truly earn your five minutes (or less) of attention. Today: Ryan Gosling reverts to form, Alec Baldwin and John Krasinski kick things up a notch, and Vladimir Putin rides a silly bike without incident.
- Without Alec Baldwin and John Krasinski, the series of New Era ads about a Yankee fan (Baldwin) and Red Sox fan (Krasinski) engaged in an increasingly insane game of one-upsmanship could easily become unbearable, like a "Get a Mac" ad crossed with one of those Sportscenter segments where the ex-jock yells at the scrawny reporter without a twinkle in his eye. Baldwin and Krasinski turn it into a live-action Spy vs. Spy (shooting in black-and-white helps with this), with the requisite chasing, cute dogs used for nefarious purposes, and in the latest installment, accidental home fires. If the darkness of the regular season batch is any indication, expect a nuclear warhead to feature prominently in the playoff spots. [CBS]
- If Ryan Gosling were as unaffected and loose in his movie roles as he was the clip where he broke up a fight in a Manhattan intersection, he'd be one our biggest stars. But he's not. He's stiff and he mumbles and generally gives the appearance of being off in his own, less interesting movie. Which is acceptable in mopey, underlit, indies like Blue Valentine, but it doesn't feel right for the hotshot young political aide at the center of George Clooney's upcoming Washington conspiracy thriller The Ides of March. Casual flirting with Evan Rachel Wood shouldn't be an ordeal, especially in a movies where nothing is as it seems. Lighten up, Gosling. [Yahoo]
- How strong is Vladimir Putin's influence in Russia? Strong enough that he can go for a ride with a motorcycle club called the Night Wolves on a bike that appears to be half-tricycle, half-souped-up Rascal scooter and none of the Night Wolves make fun of him. Is there a third-grade class in America that would be that kind? [Reuters via Danger Room]