Month: October 2015

I drove some guy’s car across the country in ’75. I’d been “hired” in a manner of speaking by some hip-pocket transport company that was moving cars from one city to another for clients who didn’t want to pay exorbitant rail-transport fees. It was an L.A.-to-New York trip except I had to pay for all or part of the gas. (Or so I recall.) I’d run an ad looking for people to share driving plus gas expenses, and I’d chosen some Israeli guy and some dippy, under-educated girl, both in their 20s. We decided to drive straight through, night and day. It took us about 52 hours to arrive at the Lincoln Tunnel. In any event about halfway through the trip I fell asleep in the back seat around 2 or 3 am, and I remember being woken up by this song around dawn as we drove through western Kansas on some rural road.

It was not a pleasant awakening. It was actually kind of nightmarish. I was at the bottom of the pond but starting to rise to the surface — still sleeping but coming around. I could feel a sense of motion, of course, but my eyes were still closed and I was still half-dreaming. And then someone in the front seat suddenly turned up the radio and “oogah, oogah, oo-gahchaka, oogah, oogah, oo-gahchaka” jolted me in some kind of primal way. In my near-dream state it sounded like a bunch of gorillas had gotten inside the car and were about to pounce on my ass…”the fuck!” Then I sat up, rubbed my face, collected my senses and realized where I was and what was happening.

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It’s been commonly assumed for months that Alejandro G. Inarritu‘s The Revenant and David O. Russell‘s Joy, 20th Century Fox releases that will open side by side on 12.25.15, will probably be nominated for the Best Picture Oscar. But now it’s becoming more and more accepted or presumed that Ridley Scott‘s The Martian is a serious contender also. Three big-deal, year-end movies from the same studio vying for Best Picture — only the third time in Hollywood history.

Grantland‘s Mark Harris reminds that Paramount was in the same position in ’74 (or actually early ’75) — The Godfather, Part II, Chinatown (tied for the most nominations) and The Conversation were all nominated for Best Picture.  Joshua Rothkopf points out that Fox also pulled this off in 1979: All That Jazz, Breaking Away & Norma Rae.

The Inarritu seemed like a foregone conclusion after the first trailer popped but expectations about the Russell have surged in the wake of reactions to a Joy research screening that happened last Wednesday, one of those being that Joy is not a spirited dramedy a la Silver Linings Playbook but more or less a straight drama in the vein of The Fighter. And now everyone seems to be saying that The Martian, which opened nine days ago, will become a Best Picture nominee also.

The latter won’t won’t win because you can’t give a Best Picture Oscar to a scientific-minded Jerry Bruckheimer ensemble rescue movie, but it’ll probably be nominated.

The result is that 20th Century Fox is now obliged to contend with a historically unusual situation. It’s been 41 years since Paramount had three of its films nominated for Best Picture, as noted. When was the last time that a distributor even had two of its own films vying against each other, so to speak? Answer: See Kris Tapley‘s post below.

It’s even more interesting when you consider that The Revenant, Joy and The Martian are three different kettles of fish.

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I’ve been wanting to feast my eyes on a high-def version of Robert Zemeckis‘ Used Cars (’80) for a long while, but the last time I checked (i.e., about 18 months ago) the only option was a Twilight Time Bluray on Screen Archives for $29.95. And that price was too fuckin’ high! But now you can buy a high-def version on Amazon for only $12 or rent it for only $4. That works.

“Easily one of the funniest and most pungent social farces ever cranked out by semi-mainstream Hollywood. Written and created in the tradition of the great Preston Sturges. Zemeckis in his early glory. World-class performances by Kurt Russell, Jack Warden, Frank McRae (i.e., the Inflation Monster in the clip below) and the legendary Gerritt Graham.” — posted in April 2014.

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The following David Thomson piece, titled “A Thing of Wonder,” was posted on Indiewire on 6.22.15: “There is a thing of wonder out there, and it is in an unexpected place, what we can only regard as an American entertainment movie. More than that, as I have returned to the picture over the last few weeks, I find that its audience is growing, as if enough people are saying, ‘You really should see Love & Mercy‘ — as if people still trust friends to talk to.

Elizabeth Banks in Love & Mercy.

“I like Bill Pohlad’s Love & Mercy very much, even if it drifts a little from time to time. I don’t know or really care whether it is a reliable portrait of the life and times of Brian Wilson. But I never thought to worry whether The Glenn Miller Story or New York, New York were ‘accurate.’ After all, people in American show business have gone there to escape the clinging and demeaning tests of fact and credibility.

“So I have always admired Brian Wilson’s harmonic head and assumed that he was an unstoppable mess. I am at ease with his part in the film being given over to Paul Dano and John Cusack (and even the director’s son), and I took it for granted in advance that Paul Giamatti would be deliciously vile and scary as Dr. Eugene Landy.

“But the thing of wonder is Elizabeth Banks who holds the film together with her extraordinary performance as Melinda Ledbetter.

“I know, there was a real Melinda; she is married to Wilson; they have five children; and I hope they are as happy as possible. But I’m not really interested in that. Instead, I want you to consider the creation and the potential of an attractive, very groomed blonde aged forty-one (the age of Elizabeth Banks now), who is a Cadillac saleswoman in Los Angeles.

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Two days ago a Vanity Fair-sponsored discussion between J.J. Abrams and Brian Grazer was posted. (Chief Apple designer Jony “who?” Ive also took part.) The two Abrams statements that have popped since the video appeared are, of course, about Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens. One, Abrams has final cut (“Yeah, yeah”) and two, Disney honchos Bob Iger and Alan Horn are “not trying to Disney-fy it” — i.e., soften it into an upbeat family thing with sparkly pixie dust.

The second statement obviously implies that there are aspects in a recent cut of The Force Awakens that could, theoretically, be Disneyfied. Aspects that a senior Disney executive with a robotic longing for tidy, conservative, audience-friendly vibes could have a problem with. This indicates that Awakens might have elements and currents that are Empire Strikes Back-ish. Maybe. In a more perfect world. Or in the one we’re living in. Who knows?

I am down on my knees with my eyes moist and hands clasped, and with a slight crack in my voice: “Please, please have the courage to deliver something heavyish and whoa-level in the second or third act of this thing. Please be worthy of the tradition established (and then quickly abandoned by George Lucas with 1983’s Return of the Jedi) by The Empire Strikes Back. Have fun and be cool, but please don’t be afraid of the way life can sometimes go in any realm. You guys know exactly what I mean. The farther this movie stays clear of Jupiter Ascending, the better. And the closer it gets, the worse for all of us. Please, God…remind us that every so often your benevolence can be real.”

I’ve just concluded two days at Politicon, a kind of ComicCon for political junkies and an opportunity for a lot of walking within the ultra-cavernous L.A. Convention Center. Panels, discussions, debates. Visiting political stars included Trevor Noah, Young Turks founder Cenk Uygur, James Carville, Doris Kearns Goodwin, David Axelrod, Robert Scheer. I’ll take this kind of thing — a congregation of bright, spirited people (including a fair number of 20somethings) — who are reasonably informed and seem to actually care about stuff — over the sloth and infantilism of ComicCon any day. Nothing close to ComicCon’s attendance levels, of course, but decent for a new thing. Politicon ’15 seemed to be mainly attended by a liberal crowd that skewed middle-aged to young, which suited me fine. I can tell you that the crowds gave holy hell to any name-brand conservative brave enough to show up (including Ann Coulter, Newt Gingrich and Alex Castellanos) and spout the usual blah-blah about how government hurts business and stifles innovation, etc. I loved yesterday’s panel about Millenials and political engagement as well as a debate between UCLA and USC over whether to engage further in the Syrian civil war or back off. I could really see attending this on an annual basis. It was a lot of fun, held my attention, turned me on two or three times.

The “Politico’s Solving for Y: Millenials and Political Engagement” panel, attended in part by Compton mayor Aja Brown, MTV public affairs vp Ronnie Cho, political reporter Hunter Schwartz and Rock the Vote’s Ashley Spillane.

Trevor Noah during tonight’s standup, which lasted around 35 minutes and was mostly about the experience of a black guy coping with racist hostility from white cops.

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I had an easy 40-minute chat today with Love & Mercy costars Paul Dano and Elizabeth Banks. Publicists always cut things off at 15 or 20 minutes these days, but I guess I rate because I’ve been cheerleading this film since September 2014. Dano’s performance as the young Brian Wilson in the mid to late ’60s and Banks’ turn as Melinda Ledbetter, who met and helped rescue Wilson from the clutches of Dr. Eugene Landy (Paul Giammati) in the mid to late ’80s, are arguably the best of their respective careers.

Elizabeth Banks, Paul Dano in Capitol Records building — Saturday, 10.10, 12:45 pm.

I mentioned that luck is arguably a big factor in careers and that, talent and focus aside, luck seemed to smile when they landed their roles in this film. Banks disagreed and Dano was a little “well, yeah but on the other hand” about this, but I can feel it when the alchemy between a great role and the right actor just clicks into place. These guys lucked out.  

You could make the argument that they’re both playing leads, but Roadside’s strategy is to run them as supporting players so what the hell. The point is that they both easily deserve nominations in their respective categories…easily. Hell, they deserve to win.

Banks’ performance is basically about Ledbetter’s tenderness and compassion. In scene after scene she gives John Cusack‘s Wilson (i.e., the 1980s 40something version) room to breathe and be himself without showing judgment. (Which Banks herself said she might have though twice about in real life.) She has two perfect moments, both of which were improvised — that Cadillac dealership scene when John Cusack‘s Wilson (i.e., the 40something version) mentions that he’s not married, and she mouths “okay,” and that moment when Cusack plays two or three bars from “Love & Mercy” on the piano while she just sits and looks and smiles.

And Dano…I shouldn’t have used the word “performance.” It’s an act of possession.

Posted on 9.8.14: “Dano‘s performance is almost spookily great. Wilson’s disturbed spirit hums and throbs in Dano, who gained 30 pounds to play the genius Beach Boy maestro in his mid ’60s blimp period. You can really feel the vibrations and sense the genius-level ferment and the off-balance emotionality. Inwardly and outwardly it’s a stunning, drop-dead transformation and the finest of Dano’s career, hands down.”

People don’t like Love & Mercy — they love it. They’ve bonded with it. They take their friends to see it. (A Candian pal told me this when I stayed at his place during the Toronto Film Festuval.).   Some have seen it two or three times. The hardcores are probably  watching it on Bluray as  we speak.

I said farewell to Dano and Banks only temporarily as we’ll be seeing each other again on Monday on two occasions, at the Craig’s luncheon and at the Vibrato party a few hours later.

Again, the mp3.

I can’t get this mid ’70s Canada Dry commercial out of my head. I happened to watch it on my iPhone a couple of days ago and it won’t leave me alone. I was singing it to myself while driving around town last night. Broderick Crawford rules, of course, because he’s saying it straight and plain. Aldo Ray and Jack Palance (a.k.a. Genghis Khan) are okay but they’re doing self-parodies. I prefer Schweppes Bitter Lemon.

I naturally assumed that sometime before or after my Love & Mercy interview with Paul Dano and Elizabeth Banks at the Capitol Records building that I’d have a chance to visit the legendary Studio A recording studio — the nearly 60 year-old facility where Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Louis Prima, The Beach Boys and many others have recorded tracks and albums. You can understand my disappointment when I was told that the Dano-Banks interview would happen on the ninth floor and that Studio A was off-limits. What? I decided to visit the place anyway. Sneak in, I mean. Right after Dano-Banks I elevatored downstairs and just strolled into Studio A like I owned the place. I took a couple of videos as quickly as I could, knowing that security might come in any second and give me the heave-ho.

You can sometimes tell the difference between born-and-bred Los Angelenos vs. ex-New Yorkers residing here (i.e., folks like myself) by how they walk across crosswalks. I feel guilty in making people stop for me so I hustle across. My East Coast upbringing taught me that cars own the road and that pedestrians should get out of the way as quickly as possible. But L.A. rezzies feel it’s their absolute right to stop traffic because, you know, it’s the law but also because people in cars need to chill and Zen out. So a Los Angeleno on a crosswalk will always take his or her time. No hurry or worry. They’ll saunter across with their flip-flops and baggy shorts and whatever attitude. Much of the time I’ll be sitting there on my rumbling bike and slightly frowning and shaking my head at their smug attitude. A responsible pedestrian in any city always feels at least a twinge of guilt about making drivers hit the brakes, but not here.

Roadside is launching its Love & Mercy award-season campaign this weekend. 80 minutes from now I have to be at Capitol Records to interview Paul Dano and Elizabeth Banks. Tomorrow night I’m doing a sitdown with director Bill Pohlad on a hotel rooftop. There’s a Monday lunchtime thing at Craig’s and also a thing at Vibrato that night with Brian Wilson performing  a song or two. I recently reminded everyone that Love & Mercy is definitely one of the 2015 standouts so far, that people love it big-time, that it easily warrants Best Picture consideration, that John Cusack and Paul Dano fully deserve Best Actor and Best Supporting Actor nominations, respectively, and that Elizabeth Banks absolutely warrants a Best Supporting Actress nod for giving the best performance of her career.

One of the biggest shockers of the year is the bizarre under-performing of Baltasar Kormakur‘s Everest, an incontestably well made, completely believable adventure thriller that you have to see on a big IMAX 3D screen. Really — you come out of this thing and the only response is “wow…definitely not a Netflix experience!” And yet a majority of the ticket-buyers out there have turned away and shut it down.

Everest isn’t a wipeout but it’s limping. It’s only made $36 million and change after 22 days. Yesterday’s per-screen average was $420 on 2120 screens for a total of $890,000 — it’s all but finished.

Why? Well, partly because some folks just didn’t like it that much. On 9.20 (or two days after it opened on 9.18) I noted that it had a mystifying 73% Rotten Tomatoes rating and an even stranger 64% on Metacritic.

But in the view of Boxoffice.com‘s Phil Contrino, Everest simply “hit a wall.” And the name of that wall is Ridley Scott‘s The Martian.

“Come again?” I said. “Why would wanting to see The Martian, which opened on 10.2, affect one’s interest in seeing Everest, which opened on 9.18?” Because, Contrino explains, Everest opened wider on 9.26 or only a week before The Martian, and Joe and Jane Popcorn figured that The Martian was the better bet.

“I’m still not following,” I said. “Okay, you’re reading early reviews and The Martian sounds good but how does that translate into not seeing Everest a week or two earlier?” Because IMAX movies are expensive, Contrino responds, and people on a budget are selective.

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