Joe Leydon has written again about his admiration for the late Paul Walker‘s performance in Eric Heisserer‘s Hours (Pantelion, 12.13), a baby-survival drama which Leydon reviewed for Variety at South by Southwest last March. But the trailer strongly suggests that Hours has issues. The biggest “tell” is when the hospital waiting-room window shatters and everyone reacts except Walker, who doesn’t even look up. Hollywood bunk. On top of which Hollywood Reporter critic John DeFore found Hours unconvincing.

If Quentin Tarantino is calling Big Bad Wolves the best film of the year, I’m automatically suspicious if not dreading the experience. I know I’m going to partly hate it, at the very least. Tarantino’s taste in movies can be ludicrous. The man lives for B-level cheese, for crap-dump exploitation, for the lurid and the squalid. How else can I put it? How about a simple “he occasionally flips out for movies that an emotionally balanced film buff would never consider renting”? Have you ever seen the original The Inglorious Bastards?

To hear it from Deadline‘s Pete Hammond and In Contention‘s Kris Tapley, Martin Scorsese‘s The Wolf of Wall Street (which was screened three times yesterday at 10 am, 12:30 pm and 6:30 pm) is a double-definite Best Picture contender — uncorked, operatic, bacchanalian, Goodfellas-like, flagrantly and very accurately un-p.c. in its depiction of how financial finagler Jordan Belfort (Leonardo DiCaprio) and his homies enjoyed women, and basically an adrenalized bitch of a toboggan ride. It’s qualudian madness, giddy euphoria, high-wire unicycle daredevilry…and then the Feds and the fall. Is it really a “comedy”? Yes, apparently — the diseased, dark and unzipped-pants kind. But at the same time no more of a comedy than Goodfellas was so you tell me.

It would seem, also, that DiCaprio and Jonah Hill are cast-iron locks for Best Actor and Best Supporting Actor noms, respectively. Which means that one of the five current Best Actor favorites is going to get bumped. Two or three weeks ago I would have said the bumpee would be Nebraska‘s Bruce Dern but his campaign has been too brilliant (“Vote for where I am now as a 77 year-old actor experiencing a major resurgence first, and…uhhm, vote for my performance also”) to deny. So my spitball presumption is that the Best Actor bumpee will be Captain Phillips‘ Tom Hanks. The Phillips acclaim will now transfer down to his already likely shot of a Best Supporting Actor nom for his Walt Disney performance in Saving Mr. Banks.

Director Wayne Kramer also replied in the early morning to my message about Paul Walker‘s sad passing. He referred me to his Facebook tribute:

“It’s truly been a devastating day for Paul Walker’s family, his friends and his fans all over the world. I still haven’t begun to process it. It doesn’t seem real.

“I had the great privilege to work with Paul twice, most recently last year on a little seen film called Pawn Shop Chronicles (which came and went) and in 2004 on a film I hold closest to my heart, Running Scared (’06). A filmmaker could not ask for a better or more supportive collaborator than Paul. So many people who knew him will talk about what a great human being he was, and they would be right — everybody who met him instantly loved him — but I want to talk about what a great actor he was.

Last night I asked director Rob Cohen (’01’s The Fast and The Furious) if he felt like sharing about the death of Paul Walker, who had co-starred in TFatF as well as Cohen’s The Skulls (’00). His reply was there when I awoke this morning:

“I’m still in shock and hurting. Paul was a beautiful man inside and out. We were both in Maui for Y2K and ran into each other. We had done The Skulls together and formed a deep connection. He used to call me his ‘Movie Dad.’ He introduced me to surfing for which I’ll always be grateful. The ocean was the core of him, and his beauty and harmony came from that connection.

Vin Disel, Paul Walker in Rob Cohen’s The Fast and the Furious (’01).

In the wake of tonight’s announcement that Fast and the Furious costar Paul Walker was killed this afternoon in a car crash in Valencia, I tried to get in touch with Wayne Kramer and Rob Cohen, two directors I know slightly who directed Walker in the two critically respectable films he made over his nearly 30-year career as an actor. But the email addresses and phone numbers I have for both are out of date. It’s been a few years since I’ve spoken to them. Sympathy and condolences, gentlemen, if you’re reading this. Obviously a terrible thing to handle.

(l.) The late Paul Walker; (r.) the late Roger Rodas.

Photo of Rodas’s destroyed and burned Porsche Carrera, initially posted by Perez Hilton.

Kramer directed, wrote and produced Running Scared (’06), which Walker was the sole star of and which was probably his best-ever film. Cohen directed the original The Fast and the Furious (’01), which seemed to “recapture that old Sam Arkoff-ian, American International Pictures B-movie vibe,” I wrote in my Reel.com column.