Different Leagues

Big Hollywood columnist Kurt Schlicter trashed me today for saying on one hand that I’d be impressed and delighted if authors Richard Dawkins and Christopher Hitchens could somehow arrest Pope Benedict for crimes against humanity during a planned visit to England in September, and on the other hand calling for an end to the persecution of director Roman Polanski for a 32-year-old incident involving unlawful sex with a minor.

Polanski is a major art-god guilty of one despicable act; Pope Benedict is a Catholic Church bureaucrat who officially and administratively looked the other way in the face of strong testimony and evidence about dozens if not scores of rapes of young boys. Not even in the same ballpark.

Hood Origins

In acknowledgment of Ridley Scott‘s forthcoming Robin Hood (Universal, 5.14), The Guardian‘s Stephen Moss has written a big, fat, long-winded piece about the historical origins of the legendary forest bandit.


The suede-and-deerskin garbed Robin Hood as played by (l. to r.) Russell Crowe, Kevin Costner, Errol Flynn, Sean Connery and (the most Britishy of the lot) Richard Todd.

Except there’s nothing all that clear-cut about any of it. Okay, one thing emerges, which is that the men whose history may or may not have evolved into the legend of Robin Hood were in no way political or noble or pure-of-heart even — they were just hand-to-mouth thieves in a rather rascally sense.

Here are the boiled-down basics:

(1) The Robin Hood legend is just that — a one-size-fits-all bag of mythical bullshit that each culture re-imagines and re-invents to suit its own agenda. In speaking to Stephen Knight, professor of English literature at Cardiff University and one of the world’s leading authorities on the literary evolution of Robin Hood, Moss is told that “the empirical, real Robin Hood — like the ‘real’ King Arthur — is a 20th-century take on reality. Who cares if there was a real Robin Hood? There’s a real myth which is living and breathing.”

(2) And yet there are kernels of apparent historical truth that nearly amount — in Moss’s mind, at least — to a kind of holy grail. “David Crook, the former assistant keeper at the Public Record Office, says he “can make the strongest case anybody can, given how limited the evidence is, for a person called Robert Hod (‘an outlaw and evildoer of our land’) in 1225, who I think may be the same person as a bloke called Robert of Wetherby, who was chased by a posse of sheriff’s men – specially hired men, which was very unusual — in 1225 and captured. There is a payment for a chain, to hang his body in chains, in the Yorkshire accounts for that year. We even know how much was spent on the expedition to catch him.”

“Crook’s theory is that the tale of the pursuit of Robert Hod/Robert of Wetherby rapidly spread, carried up and down the Great North Road, and within a generation Robe Hod and Robhod had become jokey generic names for outlaw. Crook says he has even found a legal document from 1261, in which a clerk has scribbled out the offender’s real name and entered the joke name.

“I find Crook’s hypothesis seductive,” Moss writes. “Robert Hod/Robert of Wetherby is a real figure, active in the 1220s, captured and killed by the sheriff of Nottingham (briefly holding the post of sheriff of York) in 1225, spawning a Billy the Kid-type legend that spreads all over England, becoming the generic outlaw, and producing ballads and songs which are common all over England 150 years later. The chronology of cultural diffusion feels feasible: a sliver of reality — a common outlaw in the badlands of south Yorkshire, robbing travellers on the Great North Road, with nothing to suggest his motive was anything other than personal gain and whose criminal career is rapidly, and bloodily, brought to an end — gradually becomes this all-pervading myth which eventually reaches Hollywood and the world.

(3) Robin Hood may have actually been two or three guys combined, in large part because of the legend’s poet laureate — a 14th-century mystic called Richard Rolle. Moss speaks to David Greenwood, “an engineer by trade [who] has spent much of his spare time decoding an early narrative poem” called The Gest of Robyn Hode, and has spent much time “examining — even excavating — sites connected with Robin Hood, and publishing books with his conclusions, the central one being that Gest was written by Rolle.

“The basic conclusion is that Rolle wrote the poem, and that it features not one Robin Hood but three: (1) Robin Hood the archer, (2) Robin Hood the master (based on the wealthy Nottingham merchant Sir Geoffrey Luttrell), and (3) Robin Hood the poet (Rolle himself). Greenwood accepts that, by the 1320s, Robhod was already well established as a generic name for outlawry, and thinks Rolle applied that to himself and his companions in an outlaw band which harried Edward II in both Yorkshire and Nottinghamshire in 1322-23 before being pardoned.

“This is useful for me,” Moss remarks, “because I can fuse the two theories: Crook’s Wetherby criminal establishes the pseudonym; Rolle adds much of the detail, the raw material from which others can flesh out the legend. It is speculative, but very clever [as] the three Robins cover all the bases: archery, amelioration (Luttrell left a will bequeathing much of his money to worthy causes) and art.”

Mohicans Re-Cut

HE’s Moises Chiullan‘s 4.14 report about a slew of 75th anniversary 20th Century Fox Blu-ray releases includes a mention of an “all-new Director’s Definitive Cut” of Michael Mann‘s The Last of the Mohicans. As Chiullan remarks, “The only reason this is relevant to the front page is that it begs the question ‘will Mann ever stop re-editing?'”

High Places

That’s great about Universal senior publicist/marketing guy Michael Moses becoming the new co-president of Universal marketing because…you know, whatever, Moses has read and liked HE for years so every well-placed corporate pally in a position to support and approve is a good thing in a loose-shoe hoo-hah sense.

Longtime Universal marketing honcho Eddie Egan will remain in charge and in his same position. He and Moses are now both co-presidents, but Moses will still report to him. Maria Pekurovskaya, whom I’ve never spoken to but whom presumably reads or at least glances at HE from time to time, has been named exec vp creative advertising.

Back When

Yesterday The Wrap/Deal Central‘s Jeff Sneider reported that Scarlett Johansson and Sam Rockwell have attached themselves to Lunatic at Large, a “dark and surprising mystery” that Kubrick abandoned shortly after Spartacus.

The script was sent to me a few days ago, and while I’ve only skimmed through it I’m wondering how much of the interest is about what’s actually on the page vs. the intrigue/allure of shooting something that great Stanley K. might have made if he hadn’t transferred his energies to Lolita. Which indicates he may have had problems with Lunatic, no?

Stephen R. Clarke‘s script was “based on a treatment by noir pulp novelist Jim Thompson (The Killer Inside Me) who was commissioned by Kubrick in the late ’50s after working with the filmmaker on The Killing and Paths of Glory,” Sneider reports.

Pass It Along

I say this all the time but this time I’m really serious. If anyone can score a copy of Noah Oppenheim‘s Jackie Kennedy script — the one reported to be a Darren Aronofsky-Rachel Weisz project by Entertainment Weekly‘s Nicole Sperling — and pass it along, I would be most grateful and would reciprocate in kind.

The plan is for Weisz to play the former First Lady and Aronofsky to direct-produce. The script is basically about the former Mrs. Kennedy’s experience from the day of JFK’s assassination in Dallas on 11.22.63 to his burial in Arlington Cemetery four days hence. It would obviously involve all kinds of CG blending of newly-shot material with newsreel and videotape footage of the actual events, etc.

I’m curious because this frankly doesn’t seem like Aronofsky-type material, to be honest.

Dr. Death Tonight

I’ll be attending tonight’s Zeigfeld screening of Barry Levinson‘s You Don’t Know Jack, the Al Pacino-as-Jack Kevorkian biopic that will debut on HBO on Saturday, 4.24. All along Kevorkian’s aim has been to end suffering. If there’s one thing the American Medical Association is not interested in doing, it’s acting compassionately in the face of prolonged agony caused by a terminal illness.

Ronald McDonald Must Die

Until this morning I’d never seen Francois Alaux, Herve de Crecy and Ludovic Houplain‘s Logorama, which won the Best Animated Short Film Oscar six weeks ago. It appeared online around April 5th. It’s a ironic, inventive, devastating critique of what a corporate-branded nightmare this country has become. The dry laceration effect is sublime. That Dean Martin tune is perfect.

Logorama was presented at last year’s Cannes Film Festival, and also opened the 2010 Sundance Film Festival — missed it both times! I love the Strangelove ending. The Pringles are voiced by David Fincher and Andrew Kevin Walker; actors Joel Michaeley and Bob Stephenson are also featured.

Habana Beans

I really don’t like going to hot places that are always crowded and noisy, and which always make you wait for a table, and on top of these humiliations will sometimes give your table away if a name-brand actor happens to show up — which is precisely what happened last night at Cafe Habana on Prince Street. The renowned Luiz Guzman (The Limey, Out Of Sight) waltzed in and snagged a table that I and filmmaker pals Svetlana Cvetko and David Smith had been waiting 25 minutes for.


Cafe Habana hostess Kamela Arandelovic, director-screenwriter David Smith — Tuesday, 4.13, 7:50 pm.

But the food was okay and the hostess-slash-waitress, a Croatian film student named Kamela Arandelovic, was a hot number so it wasn’t a total loss. Svetlana was the dp on Untitled, and is the co-dp of a financial-meltdown doc that is so top-secret and so strictly under-the-radar Moscow rules that even now it can’t even be alluded to except in the vaguest and haziest of terms. As I speak goons are on their way over to my apartment to rough me up for having written just this.


A block or two west of Cafe Habana — Tuesday, 4.13, 6:55 pm.

Cannes Got Game

Half of my recently-posted Cannes big-wish scenario — screenings of Doug Liman‘s Fair Game plus a presentation of at least an extended reel of Chris Nolan‘s Inception — will be fulfilled, sez Variety‘s Justin Chang. Liman’s political thriller was “screened earlier this week” for Thierry Fremaux‘s Cannes selection committee, and is now “looking like a strong possibility” for a competition berth.

Okay, now gimme that Nolan and I’ll be a pig in shit.

Chang also discloses that Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu‘s Biutiful, a Spanish-language, Barcelona-shot drama toplining Javier Bardem, and Mike Leigh‘s Another Year, a “slice-of-life ensembler” featuring the usual Leigh grotesques, are definitely set to premiere in competition.

Chang repeats the recent tremor about it being “unclear” if Terrence Malick‘s Tree of Life will be ready in time. Is there a more obsessively reclusive dandelion on the face of the moviemaking planet right now than Malick? If I was his manager or distributor I would barge into that editing room and go all Harry Cohn and Daryl F. Zanuck on his ass, and Tree of Life would be permanently removed from the realm of “unclear,” you bet.

Among the official selections being announced tomorrow, Chang foresees Bertrand Tavernier‘s La Princesse de Montpensier, a historical costumer, as likely. Ditto Francois Ozon‘s Potiche, costarring Catherine Deneuve and Gerard Depardieu, for an out-of-competition slot.

Two other French pics likely to show, says Chang, are Xavier BeauvoisOf Gods and Men, a drama set among Cistercian monks, and Tournee, directed by French actor Mathieu Amalric (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly), which could screen in the Directors’ Fortnight sidebar if not the official selection.

Also likely choices include Susanne Bier‘s The Revenge and Julian Schnabel‘s Miral, which costars Willem Dafoe, Alexander Siddig and Freida Pinto.

The Cannes Film Festival will go from Wednesday, 5.12 to Sunday, 5.23, although for most journalists it’ll be over after seven or eight days. I’ll arrive on Tuesday morning, 5.11, and intend to hammer away for ten solid days (counting arrival day) until departing on the evening of Thursday, 5.20.