There's going to be a rather interesting article in Sunday's Los Angeles Times, on the methods and madness of Doug Liman. After blitzing The Bourne Identity way over budget and schedule and basically getting himself fired from the sequel, Liman was somehow chosen to direct Mr. and Mrs. Smith from Akiva Goldsman's script. Did second-unit director Simon Crane end up directing every action scene? Did Brad Pitt, as has been rumored, essentially direct himself, after being asked by Liman to express "more emotion from the back of his head"? Kim Walters talks to most of the relevant parties; some of whom (mostly those with famous names) shrug off the director's idosyncrasies, and several who can't seem to figure out how this guy made those movies. At one point, a line producer accuses Liman of being "hamstrung by having to conform to basic rules of visual perception" - and Liman doesn't necessarily disagree. "There are people out there who are too old-fashioned to appreciate that in an age of MTV and video games, audiences have matured," he says.

I saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith last week, and though I don't want to render my upcoming review totally redundant, I will say that as an object lesson on how to completely subvert genre and still hit the four quadrants, it's sort of stunning. I think whatever Liman's doing wrong, he's obviously doing something right.