Fox Searchlight will release Michael Roskam and Dennis Lehane‘s The Drop (formerly known as Animal Rescue) on 9.12.14, or right smack dab in the middle of the Toronto Film Festival. I don’t know if anyone’s seen or reviewed this Boston-set crime drama, but the trailer is selling a variation on the old Charley Varrick formula (mob money stolen by cowboys), etc. It’s also about a bartender (Tom Hardy or James Gandolfini?) who rescues a puppy found in a garbage can, which of course results in all kinds of bile and rage from the dog’s abusive and mentally unstable former owner (played by…?). Costarring Noomi Rapace, Matthias Schoenaerts, John Ortiz and James Frecheville.
HE commenters tore into me with such terrible wrath after I wrote about bluffing my way into the Gandolfini funeral at St. John the Divine (which happened on 6.27.13, or just shy of a year ago) that I can’t even watch this trailer without wincing a little bit. I might have my shortcomings but they pale next to the daily feeding on this site by razor-toothed jackals and hyenas.
All I did was soberly and respectfully attend the funeral of a major actor whose performances I worshipped. My hands were clasped and I said my amens and I took Holy Communion and even gave a hug to two people sitting nearby, but because I had the temerity to use the term “funeral crasher” and talk about Altoid mints I was all but stoned to death. It’s not a rumor — hydrocloric acid really does course through men’s souls.
I don’t give a shit if the public was invited. I wrote and asked the right people about attending and they didn’t fill me in. All I know is that there was a platoon of black-clad women checking names at the door when I came in, asking for spellings and whatnot. And then I faced another group of women wanting to know what my deal was. Okay, so as a result of my crashing I was seated farther forward than the hoi polloi and I didn’t have to wait as long to go inside. You think Paulie Walnuts would have given a shit one way or the other?