Day: November 13, 2014

This afternoon I enjoyed nice easy chats with Al Pacino and Greta Gerwig, the leads of Barry Levinson‘s The Humbling (Millennium, 1.15.15), which had its first peek-out in Toronto. There’s no point in claiming it was 100% praised, but for me there’s an amusing easy-chair quality about The Humbling. It’s a mildly perverse thing, shot in and around Levinson’s home in Redding and other Fairfield County environs (where I hail from). For my money Pacino’s Simon Axler, an aging, louche, has-been actor, is worth the price — Al really knows from jaded aplomb. And I enjoyed the combustible, tilt-angle relationship that occurs between him and Gerwig’s Pegeen Stapleford, a lesbian who decides to have a whirl at a heterosexual dalliance when Pacino rolls into the room, partly because she had a crush on him when young.

Pacino and I lasted 24 minutes, and then I did 18 with Greta. I asked Pacino to confirm that autograph story that Peter Rainer shared the other night; turns out Rainer told it just right. I also asked Pacino who does the best Tony Montana impression he’s ever seen, and he said Johnny Depp.

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I didn’t see this Midnight Rider tragedy train video when it popped about ten days ago. It appears that a description of the accident provided by hair stylist Joyce Gilliard to The Hollywood Reporter‘s Scott Johnson in a 3.4.14 article was inaccurate. The video shows that the edge of the Altamaha river was a good distance from the point of impact. Gilliard’s experience as related by Johnson: “With the train howling past just inches behind her, Gilliard threw herself onto two metal wires that stretched between the girders and along the gangplank, thrust her head out over the river below” –not! — “and shut her eyes.” There goes my Butch-and-Sundance theory, but I’ll tell you what I would have done if I’d been under that trestle and had suddenly seen that train coming. I would have teamed with another crew person and thrown that bed over the side like that.

As I said on 11.9 (“Over The Hump“), I’ve let the whole Interstellar thing go, particularly my soupy/bassy sound obsession. But I can’t ignore this photo sent yesterday by the Rochester-based Jay Shooke. Several 8 x 11 sheets with this message were “taped up all over at [Rochester’s] Cinemark Tinseltown IMAX,” he says, obviously in response to complaints.

“In contrast with such lovable loafs as Seth Rogen and Danny McBride, who have supplanted him as cinema’s man-children du jour, [Jim] Carrey’s comic instincts still tend toward the sinister, and many of this film’s jokes live or die depending on which side of the cruel-clever divide they fall.” — from Andrew Barker‘s Variety review of Dumb and Dumber 2. Barker is not just observing but half-agreeing that “lovable oaf” humor is preferable or more digestible than “sinister” humor, which tends to mean social-criticism humor with bite. Humor without a point, in other words, is more inviting or worthwhile than humor with a point. I’ve posted this Michael O’Donoghue quote 28 or 29 times since this column began, but Barker needs to read it: “Making people laugh is the lowest form of humor.”

I screwed up the mp3 link to my recent interview with The Babadook director Jennifer Kent. Profuse apologies. This should work.

In this scene from J.C. Chandor‘s A Most Violent Year, David Oyelowo alludes to Jessica Chastain‘s mobbed-up dad, who’s in prison the whole time and is never seen but is very much a presence in the film. Mob guys on the inside are always talking to guys on the outside, of course, and if they want someone hurt or fucked with, it tends to happen. Oyelowo is playing it cool and acting like it’s water off a duck’s ass, but he knows this. A Most Violent Year is one of the year’s finest films, no question. Right up there with Birdman, Gone Girl, Boyhood, Whiplash, Nightcrawler, The Drop, Locke, etc. More commanding, better written and more finely-tuned than The Gambler, Selma or American Sniper — easily the biggest push-through of 2014 AFI Fest. Sorry, dawg, but whaddaya want me to do…lie?

I’m sorry but I don’t see the downside in posting Papermag‘s ass photos of Kim Kardashian if I throw in a nice Russell Brand rant. That way I get the numbers without looking like a click whore. It makes me seem more principled. In and of itself I’ve always found KK’s bum disproportionately large and not all that inviting. A bit freakish. Ample-ness is fine but there are limits, I feel, to “more than a handful.” Brand, the star of Ondi Timoner‘s Sundance 2015 documentary Brand ( which was partly shot by HE’s own Svetlana Cvetko), has this.

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I have to fly up to the Napa Valley Film Festival today. Notice the use of “I have to fly” as opposed to “I’m flying,” which implies duress. Why am I going? One, because I enjoy spending money on Burbank-to-Oakland air fare, cat care fees, parking fees, a three-day car rental, a tank of gas, random meals and odd incidentals. Two, because I’ll almost certainly have a pleasant time (great food, fresh air, nice people, bountiful scenery). Three, because I’m a full-on admirer of Mike Binder and Kevin Costner‘s Black and White, which is getting the NVFF champagne treatment this evening.

4 pm update: I’ve regretfully bailed on the whole thing. Profuse apologies to all concerned. I kept missing flights and forgetting to do certain things and then it all collapsed into a heap when I got to Burbank Airport and realized I’d left my temporary driver’s license at home, which of course meant no car rental. At that moment I just imperceptibly slumped. On top of which Awards Daily‘s Sasha Stone cancelled also.

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