Indiewire‘s Eric Kohn has posted an amused and even semi-admiring response to Paul Thomas Anderson‘s diss of American Airlines at the Spirit Awards: “When Anderson accepted the Robert Altman Prize for Inherent Vice, his crack about sponsor American Airlines (‘Don’t fly American Airlines…they will fucking lose your luggage’) was the truest moment of the day. Thanks to PTA, the event offered a fleeting glimpse of the prankish, anti-authoritarian mentality that allows certain filmmakers to challenge the restrictions of the marketplace. In an ideal world, the Spirits would follow suit.”

During today’s Bart/Fleming discussion on Deadline, Mike Fleming offered the following: “I want to offer a special shout out to Paul Thomas Anderson for Biggest Dick Move. While accepting an award with the cast of Inherent Vice, he pointedly told people to boycott Spirit Awards-sponsor American Airlines [because] they lost his luggage. Here is a revered filmmaker who has clearly crossed from struggling artist to pampered self-absorbed auteur. I heard [that] the American Airlines people on the premises were appalled. Spirits organizers scrambled for a way to take the sting out of the insult, and finally Foxcatcher‘s Bennett Miller read a sheepish PTA apology where he said it was United that lost his luggage. A Narcissus moment for the great PTA!”

Two days ago National Review critic Armond White posted a roster of performances of gay characters that he admires but which the Academy overlooked. He calls them “the Brandos” in honor of Marlon Brando‘s brave but discomforting-to-watch performance as a closeted military officer in John Huston‘s Reflections in a Golden Eye (’67). “Through imagination, compassion and talent, [these performances] validate gay people’s humanity,” he writes. I respect the choices except for Toby Jones‘ performance as Truman Capote in Infamous (’06), And I especially admire Tony Perkins‘ B.Z., a gay Hollywood producer with a kind heart and a flip attitude, in Frank Perry‘s Plays It As It Lays. I’ve long felt it’s the finest performance of his life.

Here’s a longish piece I wrote about Play It As It Lays 12 years ago. Never on DVD or Bluray, and you still can’t stream it on Amazon, Vudu, Netflix or anywhere else. But last month a guy named “Zardon M” posted the entire 98-minute film on YouTube, recorded off the Sundance Channel which mysteriously aired the film a few years back. If you’ve never seen it, here’s your chance. It’s posted after the jump.

I’d like to know the name of the director of this Birdman spoof, which began yesterday’s Spirit Awards presentation. Fred Armisen, Adam Scott, Kristin Bell, Miles Teller…perfect. And then the whipped cream and cherry on top with Bill Hader doing an inspired comic riff on Alejandro G. Inarritu. Remember those spoof reels that ran when Billy Crystal hosted the Oscars in ’97? This is easily as good as any of those. Where and when was it shot, how many takes, etc.? More clips after the jump, including Foxcatcher‘s Bennett Miller offering a faux-apology on behalf of Paul Thomas Anderson‘s slam of American Airlines.

I wasn’t expecting Birdman to win the Best Feature Spirit Award. Very few were. The presumption was that the Spirits would probably embrace Boyhood, the ultimate indie-cred film of the year, especially after handing their Best Director Award to Richard Linklater at the midway point. But Birdman took the prize instead, and Michael Keaton won for Best Lead Male and Emmanuel Lubezki for Best Cinematography. The other big thunderclap of the day (unrelated to film) happened when Inherent Vice director Paul Thomas Anderson advised the audience not to fly American Airlines because “they will fucking lose your luggage…it happened to me.” [See video clip.] Why wasn’t Linklater in attendance? I heard he’s got a grudge against the Spirits, but no particulars beyond that. I did my usual “taking video while lying on my back” routine during the brief Birdman press conference that followed the Big Win. Birdman clearly has the heat, and yet I talked to four or five people today who believe a surprise could be in the offing.

The latest forecasts of Harvard-based Oscar odds-calculator Ben Zauzmer, whose calculations I began paying attention to three years ago, appeared three days ago in the Boston Globe. Nothing startling — Birdman, Inarritu, Redmayne, Moore, Simmons, Arquette, Lubezski — but Zauzmer, who’s now a senior, has an above-average track record. Is it accurate to call him the Oscar race’s Nate Silver? I’m mulling that one over.

“I had dreams as a child of what I wanted to do, but I didn’t have to suffer the scrutiny that you did. What I did suffer when I was young was because I was sort of a hick coming into New York City. I was made fun of by a lot of the Factory people. Even Andy Warhol thought I was a hick. I met these people and I had to be strong. I had to either be crushed by these people or chop my hair up like Keith Richards and say ‘Fuck you.’ But that scrutiny is hurtful, and the rumor mill, the constant bullshit, speculations about your personal life must be very difficult. But in the end, all of that is peripheral. What will remain 20, 30 years from now…all those people and their snarky comments and their projections will be forgotten. But if your work continues to grow and you do great work, that’s what will be remembered. It’s all about work in the end.” — Patti Smith to Kristen Stewart in an undated but presumably recent Interview q & a.

“For a fair number of people who make their living by covering and/or predicting Oscars, this is one bunch of tired, shagged-out, bummed-out people, let me tell you,” writes RogerEbert.com‘s Glenn Kenny in a 2.20 post. “This is particularly true of the Oscar bloggers who are also Oscar partisans” — i.e., Sasha Stone, myself, et. al. One of the few not putting out “some form of distemper”, Kennedy concludes, is In Contention‘s Kris Tapley “who’s filing various guild award results with the machine-like efficiency of a minor character in The Front Page.” I’d probably feel morose if Kenny declared that I’m not quite on the level of Hildy Johnson, but maybe not. Maybe I’d shrug it off.

Francis Coppola‘s life reached a state of total fulfillment at the 47th Oscar Awards, held on 4.8.75 at the Dorothy Chandler Pavillion, when The Godfather, Part II won the Best Picture Oscar. A year before (on 4.2.74) at the same venue, George Roy Hill‘s The Sting took the same honor. I became friendly with The Sting‘s co-producer Julia Phillips in the mid ’90s, and I can report she had a softer and gentler voice when she took the stage with co-producers Michael Phillips and Tony Bill. (I love how Phillips is staring intently at the floor as Elizabeth Taylor recites the names of the other contenders.) Producer Albert Ruddy accepted The Godfather‘s Best Picture Oscar on 3.27.73, also at the Chandler. “America needs the motion picture business,” he said, “and the motion picture business needs the United States.” Movies were certainly the national religion 42 years ago, but the embrace of that ’70s-style faith has, of course, been all but abandoned by today’s majors. The torch has passed to the indie community, and much of what’s happening today is actually pretty great. (Including, of course, the televized renaissance.). But we all miss the days when the big studios were a bit less corporate-minded, more respectful of the spiritual, culture-reflecting potential of the form. Guys like Charlie Bluhdorn were eccentric and grandiose but they cared. I shudder to think where theatrical would be without producers Megan Ellison, Scott Rudin and…who else? The list is not long.

I haven’t posted the wedding ceremony scene from Alan Arkin‘s Little Murders (’71) in a long time. There are probably more than a few who’ve never watched this clip or heard of Little Murders at all. Even though portions of this scene are politically incorrect by 2015 standards, it’s still funny. Wait…should I have said that? Does saying it’s funny indicate I might be a closet homophobe and am therefore deserving of condemnation by this site’s gay readers? It’s a timepiece thing, this scene. Even though Stonewall had happened about a year before it was filmed in mid ’70, screenwriter Jules Pfeiffer was obviously nurturing some old-fashioned attitudes. People forget that the great Gordon Willis shot this film. He went to work on Alan Pakula‘s Klute directly following (or so it seems to judge by release dates) and after that The Godfather.

Congrats to Kristen Stewart for becoming the first American actress to win a Cesar award. A couple of hours ago Stewart was handed a Best Supporting Actress Cesar for her deft and planted performance in Olivier Assayas‘ Cloud of Sils Maria, which costarred Juliet Binoche and Chloe Grace Moretz. Clouds had its big debut in Cannes last May. “With the exception of Kristen Stewart‘s alert, quietly arresting turn as a personal assistant to Binoche‘s middle-aged actress undergoing an emotional-psychological downshift, Clouds is a talky, rather flat experience,” I wrote on 5.23.14. “It isn’t Persona or Three Women or All About Eve, although it seems to be occasionally flirt with the material that these three films explored. It just didn’t light my torch, and would have been a more interesting film if Assayas has focused more on Stewart and Moretz than Binoche.”

“I naturally expected Alex Gibney’s Going Clear: Scientology and the Prison of Belief (HBO, 3.29) to rip Scientology, founder L. Ron Hubbard, current Scientology honcho David Miscavige, John Travolta and particularly Tom Cruise big-time, but the hard, well-ordered substance of the film knocked me back regardless,” I wrote on 1.26. “The case against Scientology and Miscavige in particular has been on the table for years, but Going Clear still packs a mean punch.

“If you’ve done any reading about Scientology Gibney’s film is not exactly a torrent of fresh information, but for those who are relatively uninformed the doc is a seriously brutal indictment. It’s clear and tight and comprehensive as hell about Hubbard’s history, and is quite convincing with three ex-Scientology notables, including Marty Rathbun, formerly the church’s second-highest ranking official before leaving in 2004, spilling the beans big-time.

The 30th annual Spirit Awards airs tomorrow on the IFC channel at 2 pm Pacific, 5 pm Eastern. The coolest part is the pre-broadcast schmooze that happens mostly outside the big tent from 11:30 am to 1:30 pm, give or take. It was great fun when I was drinking, getting half-bombed and flirting with women and giggling my ass off under the warm Santa Monica sun with the sea air and all. The two narratives are (a) have the Spirits more or less become the Oscars or vice versa with less-expensive, indie-level films more or less dominating the Oscar nominations?, and (b) are the Spirit Award winners selected as a kind of make-up or counter-balance to the expected Oscar winners? In other words, will Richard Linklater‘s Boyhood definitely take the Best Feature Spirit Award to make up for not winning the Best Picture Oscar on Sunday night? The vast majority of Gold Derby predictors believe that will happen for whatever reason. Will Michael Keaton win Best Male Lead Award as a make-up for his expected loss to Eddie Redmayne at the Dolby? The Derby-ites are going for that one also.