One minor correction: It’s Ayn Rand, not Ann Rand. (Ayn rhymes with fine.) Otherwise, terrific. There are two Joss Whedons in my head. The guy who put this up today and made a little Shakespeare film that I haven’t bothered to see. (Sorry.) And the guy who directed The Avengers and produced and co-wrote Cabin In The Woods.

This morning I asked the friendly 20something blonde behind the Union Hotel desk who she’s voting for. “Who am I voting for?,” she said. “I’m kind of undecided. I’m taking a political science class right now, but I’m undecided. My father wants me to vote for Romney.” What’s he got to do with it?, I said. It’s your vote, your call. She smiled and said, “It’s just that he’s told me over and over that I’d better vote for Romney or else. So as far as he’s concerned I’m voting for Romney.” So in other words millions of rural women (wives, daughters, employees) who just want to get along are being browbeaten into voting for the bad guys by domineering alpha males.

Linking to Rope of Silicon‘s Brad Brevet, who linked to a May 2012 Rich Mullinax upload who got it from Stephen Frears, Nick Hornby, Jack Black, John Cusack, etc.

Hollywood Reporter columnist Scott Feinberg has posted an interview with The Gatekeepers director Dror Moreh. “A riveting documentary about Israel’s anti-terrorism organization, Shin Bet, told by former directors of the program over the last 40-odd years,” Jett Wells wrote on 9.3 from Telluride. “It’s amazing the kind of access Moreh got [as doc] really sheds light on how even the biggest war hawks in Israel’s government feel how assassinations are ultimately pointless and/or self-defeating.”

Death to all Brightcove embed codes.

Last night HE reader Warren Acose alerted me to Taschen’s The James Bond Archives. “The Ingmar Bergman Archives were apparently a financial failure (according to Taschen losing $100,000), and the Almodovar Archives may not have done much better,” he wrote, “so they’re going with a purely commercial entry. I’m still excited about it and it can be pre-ordered from Amazon for $115.00.”

I wish I was in New York right now so I could experience Hurricane Sandy. Which won’t even arrive until Tuesday, by the way, so why is Cuomo shutting down the subways at 7 pm this evening? People always go “oh no, here it comes!” when bad weather approaches; I always go “yes…here it comes!” Howling, wind-whipped rainstorms are a thrill. They get the juices flowing. On top of which weather experts and news orgs always overhype the threat. Remember Irene?

As long as you’re dressed for Sandy and you’ve got your plywood up and your windows taped down and extra cans of soup in the cupboard, what’s the problem? People on the Delaware, Maryland and New Jersey coasts have cause for concern, of course, but any Brooklynite or Manhattanite who’s genuinely worried is a bit of a candy-ass.

“This is not being overhyped,” Accuweather’s Bernie Rayno told abcnews.com. “I would use the terms ‘devastating’ and ‘historic — a once-in-30 year storm, or even in the fact the way this storm is going to be tracking east toward the coastline in New Jersey, it could be a once-in-a-lifetime storm.”

With the 1952 opening of This Is Cinerama!, the first film in history to be presented in the three-strip Cinerama process, ads boasted that audiences would see something bold and revolutionary. When The Robe opened in 1953, 20th Century Fox announced it was the first film shot in CinemaScope. And when a film today is presented in IMAX or IMAX 3D, ads always explain that. So why is Warner Bros. hiding the fact that Peter Jackson‘s The Hobbit is the first pic in history to be shot and shown in the historic 48 frame-per-second process?

The Hobbit billboard sitting on Sunset above Book Soup — Saturday, 10.27, 11:45 am.

Variety‘s Michael Sullivan is reporting that the $3.5 million earned yesterday by Cloud Atlas “must be something of a disappointment for the bow of a film that cost more than $100 million to produce.” Yeah, that’s one way to put it, especially when you add on marketing and p & a.

If things go well Atlas will probably end up tripling its $10 million first weekend gross for a total of $30 million. Then again many bright and passionate people are in love with this extremely difficult-to-get-through film so it all balances out in the end.

Ben Affleck‘s Argo was in first place yesterday with $4 million, and is expected to bring in about $13 million by Sunday night. That’s a mere 22% drop from last weekend, and that weekend had dropped only 15.5% from the opener. The word-of-mouth is obviously quite strong.

Before last night I had John Goodman pegged for an almost certain Best Supporting Actor nomination because of two highly likable, big-sell performances — a swaggering, self-amused drug dealer in Flight (his second entrance has audiences cheering) and as amiable makeup artist John Chambers (a real guy who died in ’01) in Argo. Plus he plays a highly sympathetic Atlanta Braves front-office guy who cares a good deal for Clint Eastwood‘s aging scout in Trouble With The Curve. Plus he’s lost all that weight. At least a nomination, right?

John Goodman

Then I read a 10.26 interview with Goodman by The Guardian‘s Xan Brooks, and it persuaded me that while Goodman might get nominated because he’s always been a gifted actor and the industry knows this, he won’t take the prize. Because as Brooks’ piece indicates, he doesn’t have the temperament to play the chit-chat bullshit interview games you have to submit to in order to win. He doesn’t have that politician gene.

This isn’t to suggest in the least that Brooks is a bullshit chit-chat interviewer. He’s not. He’s one of the more thoughtful and intelligent guys out there, or so it seems to me, but the aloof and somber-toned Goodman couldn’t be bothered to get the conversational ball rolling with Brooks, and if he can’t relax and schmooze a bit with one of the good guys how is Goodman going to fare with all the shallow Ryan Seacrest guys? As well as schmooze and joke with the Academy rank and filers? That’s why I think he’s done.

Brooks vs. Goodman excerpt #1: “It is perhaps unfair to expect an actor to put on a show when the cameras aren’t rolling. But after barely five minutes, I’m floundering, rattling through the questions, desperately attempting to snag his interest. Forgive the preconceptions: I walked in to meet a warm, funny, abundantly gifted actor whose work I’ve loved for years. Instead, this feels like dinner with Grendel.”

Brooks vs. Goodman excerpt #2: “But that’s the thing about this business, [Goodman] shrugs. You can never predict which film will take off and which one will bomb. ‘If I could do that, I wouldn’t be sitting in this room,” he says. ‘I’d be at a desk the size of a football pitch. Barking orders, or having someone else bark ’em for me. One thing’s for sure: I wouldn’t be sitting here with you, my friend.'”

Brooks vs. Goodman excerpt #2: “‘[Drinking] was getting to be too much,’ he tells me. ‘It was 30 years of a disease that was taking its toll on everyone around me and it had got to the point where, every time I did it, it was becoming more and more debilitating. It was life or death. It was time to stop.’

“Was the alcohol affecting his work? ‘Yes, it certainly was.’

“In what respect? ‘Erm,’ he says. ‘Temperament. Memory. Depression.’

“All at once [Goodman] swivels on the couch and stares off at the wall. He is silent for the longest time. His jaw is set, his colour is rising. Finally, he speaks: ‘This is not something I want to chat about to sell a fucking movie. You understand? I don’t know what you do. I’m sorry, I’m very tired. It seems a little cheap to me.’

“OK, I say. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. ‘It’s not your fault, it’s the process,’ he says. ‘I can’t just waltz in here and talk about the movie, I have to dredge up some very unpleasant things and it’s just not worth it. What’s the fucking point?'”

Wells Commentary: Goodman’s comments about “the process” and the vague humiliation in which a non-drinking actor is urged to talk about his failings when he was drinking are sympathetic and spot-on, but Brooks is only asking Goodman to discuss matters that he would normally bring up if he was speaking in front of an AA meeting. And the line about how discussing alcoholic dependency “seems a little cheap to me” implies that Brooks is being cheap by asking him about the ravages of booze. That’s not a fair or accurate thing to say.

Goodman’s a cool guy, but he just doesn’t get it. He’s a world-class actor who has many more mountains to climb, but he’s not cut out for the awards circuit. And that’s fine. The Best Supporting Actor Oscar will probably go to Silver Linings Playbook‘s Robert De Niro. Why? Because Lincoln‘s Tommy Lee Jones or The Master‘s Phillip Seymour Hoffman also don’t have the temperament for an Oscar campaign.