Unfinished Business (20th Century Fox, 3.6.15) is apparently a lowbrow Animal House-type comedy among struggling entrepeneurs during a do-or-die business deal in Germany. It’s also a re-teaming of a noticeably thinner Vince Vaughn with Ken Scott, who directed Vaughn in Delivery Man (’13), a remake of Scott’s Canadian-produced Starbuck (’11). I wish Vaughn could make a comedy that reflected his actual, real-deal comic sensibilities without having to pander to the megaplex apes. Pic was filmed in the Boston area (Framingham, Braintree) and Berlin and HE’s own Studio Babelsberg.

This morning I read Eric Kohn‘s Indiewire interview with Selma director Ava DuVernay and Fruitvale Station director-writer Ryan Coogler about their support of the Black Friday Blackout. For me, the stand-out portion is when Kohn asks DuVernay if she sees “any direct connections between today’s climate in the immediate aftermath of Ferguson in the story of Selma.” And Duvernay responds as follows: “Yes, absolutely. It’s the same story repeated. The same exact story.

“An unarmed black citizen is ‎assaulted with unreasonable force and fatal gunfire by a non-black person who is sworn to serve and protect them. A small town that is already fractured by unequal representation in local government and law enforcement begins to crack under the pressure. People of color, the oppressed, take to the street to make their voices heard. The powers that be seek to extinguish those voices with brute, militarized force and disregard for constitutional rights. That’s Selma 1965. That’s Ferguson right now.”

This moved me to write the following to DuVernay a few minutes ago:

“Ava — Today I noted your statement in the Eric Kohn Indiewire interview in which you link the Selma marches & non-violent protests of 1965 with what has happened in Ferguson.

“In line with this, I want to bring to your attention (or perhaps clarify if you’ve already heard of it) a different linkage that I mentioned three nights ago. Regretfully, I would add, as it turned out all wrong…even if my heart was in the right place.

I’m not quite as enthralled by Mike Nichols and Steven Soderbergh‘s DVD discussion about Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolff (’66) as their Catch 22 DVD commentary, but it’s still damn good. Nichols did and knew so much…everyone, everything. 60-plus years of being right smack in the middle of da coolness, da coolness being himself. Nichols’ schwing might have had something to do with “starting out your life by having to avoid being murdered,” Aaron Sorkin says in the Hollywood Reporter tribute issue. “He was seven years old when he put an ocean between himself and Nazis. It’s hard — impossible — to sum up Mike Nichols in a short space, but in his memory I’ll try to make a hard thing simple. He was the most talented person I’ve ever known. He was also the kindest. And we’ll never see his equal.”

When Citizenfour was first being screened in late September the emailed invitations said that screeners definitely wouldn’t be sent out. So either (a) they changed their minds or (b) this was a push to get people to see it in screening rooms and theaters. It came in a package with other Radius screeners including Bong Joon Ho‘s Snowpiercer, Charlie McDowell‘s The One I Love and Margaret Brown‘s The Great Invisible. It’s also delightful, of course, to be able to watch Birdman whenever and wherever. It’s nice, also, to have Mike Binder and Kevin Costner‘s Black or White on the shelf.

Every time I listen to The Velvet Underground & Nico‘s “banana” album I think of roaming around downtown Manhattan in pleasantly chilly weather. That brisk, bundle-up weather you get around Thanksgiving and Christmas. And the soothing holiday vibe that seems to permeate all people and places from now though New Year’s Eve. Yes, from listening to Lou Reed sing about a Lower East Side girl drifting into prostitution. I would sooner listen to this than “O Come All Ye Faithful” any day of the week. You know what’s also great? Letting Spotify take you on a Lou Reed trip that lasts for hours and hours.

A recent Hollywood Reporter FYC trade ad for Dan Gilroy‘s Nightcrawler uses a misleading photo of Best Actor contender Jake Gyllenhaal, who plays a personable if sociopathic video-shooter named Lou. Jake looks a little Phantom of the Opera-ish, like a fiendish John Carradine on the campaign trail, but that’s not what he projects in the film. Lou’s vibe is open, eager, ultra-polite and all but inhuman. The second shot is his trademark expression, which is all about projecting “empathy” and “sincerity.”

Last week I did hotel-room quickies with A Most Violent Year director-writer J.C. Chandor and star Oscar Isaac. Chandor explained that the title doesn’t refer to a general New York City impression that 1981 was a very violent year across the board (although it was). It means that it was a most violent year in the view of lead characters Abel and Anna Morales (Isaac, Jessica Chastain), a married couple trying to protect a heating oil business from truck thieves while securing a loan for an advantageous property purchase. But even the film’s Wiki page doesn’t quite get it. It calls it “a crime thriller” when it’s really a crime drama. It’s punctuated with action, threats, tension and uncertainty, but I wouldn’t call it a “thriller.” A Most Violent Year may not make you want to hug your children, but there are other significant criteria in determining a film’s final worth. It’s easily among the year’s ten best. Again, the Chandor and Isaac mp3s.

Everyone who was shocked and saddened by Tony Scott‘s bridge-jumping suicide, which happened on 8.19.12, wanted to know the story. So much talent, so much vitality, a family…why? For months I kept asking friends and colleagues…nothing. The day after Scott died (8.20) a report alleged that Scott was dealing with “inoperable brain cancer,” but this was called “absolutely false” by his widow, Joanna. TMZ reported that day that “we’re told Scott’s wife says Tony did not have any other severe medical issues that would have caused him to take his own life.”

In an 11.25 Variety piece Ridley Scott, Tony’s older brother who’s now plugging Exodus: Gods and Kings, tells Scott Foundas that his younger brother “had been fighting a lengthy battle with cancer.” Foundas explains that “the family elected to keep this diagnosis private during his treatments and in the immediate wake of his death.” Except nobody has said zip since Tony Scott died two and 1/3 years ago so “immediate wake” is a stretch.

I’ve watched ABC News anchor George Stephanopoulos cover the basics with Darren Wilson, the Ferguson cop who shot and killed Michael Brown last August. In self-defense, Wilson claims. Brown was a huge, raging “Hulk Hogan,” Wilson says. Brown would have taken him out, he believes, if he hadn’t stopped him. I didn’t spot any “tells” in Wilson’s answers but you tell me. He seems decent enough, hardly a fiend. The view of the protesters, I gather, is that he’s not decent enough, that he’s lying on some level, that he didn’t have to kill. All along I’ve bought into the suspicion that Brown fired wildly, unprofessionally, from panic. Now I’m thinking maybe not. I’m not supposed to entertain such thoughts, I realize. I also understand that the liquor store video is thought to be prejudicial on some level. Kidding. Here’s Piers Morgan’s response.

It was complete bullshit from an historical perspective (FBI guys saved the day, local blacks sang hymns in churches) but this Alan Parker film, released just shy of 26 years ago, is absolute aces from a purely stylistic or compositional perspective (excellent photography, exquisite cutting, rumbling score, affecting sense of underlying menace, tasty production design, etc.). And Gene Hackman‘s performance as a good-ole-boy FBI agent is one of his very best. And don’t forget Frances McDormand‘s as a long-suffering wife of an abusive lawman-and-secret-Klansman (Brad Dourif). “Ahh think this is all just some publicity stunt cooked up by that Martin Luther King fella…”

The reader response to last Sunday’s positive review of Jennifer Aniston‘s restrained, on-the-money performance in Cake was basically (a) “Being good in a so-so movie isn’t enough for an Oscar nom” and (b) “Have you taken leave of your senses, praising a performance by a former romcom star, a current costar of poorly reviewed comedies and a supermarket tabloid queen?” But I’m telling you Aniston gets her pain-besieged character. She delivers each line and moment with just the right emphasis, not going too heavy or too light. Dismiss her campaign if you want but I’m telling you. Really.

Two days ago Meet The Press moderator Chuck Todd led a discussion of the Bill Cosby scandal. Before he asked for opinions he ticked off the numerous breaks that drove the story along, including my 11.16 posting of Joan Tarshis‘s account. It’s not likely that HE will merit a mention on Meet The Press again so I thought I’d quickly acknowledge. No biggie but not a shrugger.