Day: March 23, 2016

A recently posted DVD Beaver review of Criterion’s Only Angels Have Wings Bluray (4.12) says that while the 1080p contrast is “nicely layered, the image is darker than the DVD.” Will someone please explain how a film looks better with darker, deeper shadows that obscure detail? How is that in any way desirable? I own a high-def streaming version of this 1939 Howard Hawks classic as well as a Turner Classic Movies Bluray — both look pretty great. So why should I shell out for a third version that, even with the higher resolution and classy Criterion stamp, reveals less?

DVD Beaver capture of Criterion’s Only Angels Have Wings Bluray.

Harvested from DVD version.

I’m sorry but in this Nice Guys trailer Russell Crowe is about double the size he was in Gladiator (’00) and Cinderella Man (’05). Look at him. Filming on this Shane Black period actioner began in late October 2014. Last week Crowe told the hosts of an Australian talk show, Fitzy and Wippa, that he weighed 121.6 kilos (268 pounds) “as of the first week of August last year. [Then] I did a movie called The Nice Guys so I wanted to be the physical juxtaposition of Ryan Gosling.” I’m not following — he wanted to look like Hardy to Gosling’s Laurel? Crowe (a good man in my book) is reportedly down to 215 pounds or thereabouts, but he’ll need to drop at least another 30 to bring back Maximus.

Last night we took the advice of Vietnamese tour-and-web guy Kyle Le and tried a small street-food restaurant in Hoi An called Thao Nguyen. (Here’s his YouTube review.) The place can’t be found online and Kyle’s video doesn’t mention a specific address. But Jett finally found it and we were moderately pleased with the food. We all had Cao Lau. The average dish costs around $1.60 (35,000 dong = $1.57.). Anything is better than going to a tourist restaurant. If I see portly white American couples in shorts and sandals on an outdoor restaurant patio, I avoid that place like the plague.

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I’m not sure about the strategy of this teaser for Deepwater Horizon (Summit, 9.30), but at least the editors have gone with an unusual approach. You know what this film will be (petroleum-soaked gutslam CG action, blue-collar heroes, bad British Petroleum execs) and that with Peter Berg at the helm…well, you know Berg’s tendencies and so did the Summit guys who decided to hire him in favor of original helmer J.C. Chandor. But let’s be positive. Intercutting between Mark Wahlberg‘s young daughter explaining a school science project (right?) and the pre-disaster activities upon BP’s Deepwater Horizon oil rig suggests that the film might be less than 100% predictable. If only Wahlberg was playing a typical half-attentive, half-spaced dad instead of smiling and beaming and soaking in every last wonderful word from his daughter’s mouth. (You know, as in “stop selling it, you fucking actor, and just be in the moment”?) You know what would’ve been even nicer? If they’d only shown the can of Coke exploding on the kitchen table and left the bigger eruption to our imagination.

Donald Trump is an inelegant speaker with a crude vocabulary and a simplistic attitude about nearly everything, but if you hone and de-generalize and re-phrase what he said to ITV’s Good Morning, Britain about Muslim complicity in terrorism, you have to admit that he has half a point. I don’t like admitting this, but not everything Trump says is 100% nutso.

Trump basically told the ITV guys that Muslims in Britain and the U.S. are purposely ignoring suspected terrorists or fugitives. I’m sorry but he’s almost certainly not wrong when it comes to the tiny but not insignificant portion of Muslims who support or sympathize with ISIS goals.

Trump’s broad-brush thinking and sloppy sentence construction implies that many if not most Muslims may be guilty of looking the other way, which is an undoubtedly wrong and unwise conclusion, but there seems to be little doubt that a tiny sliver of persons within any average Muslim expat community support ISIS, and that these persons are almost certainly keeping quiet about what they may have seen or heard about the activities or whereabouts of the “wrong” ones. It follows that friends and family of these persons would probably also keep mum.

To say there are considerable feelings of tribal loyalty among Muslims living in non-Muslim countries is not an unreasonable assumption. Not every expression of concern or caution about the doctrine of Islam is necessarily synonymous with bigotry and Islamophobia.

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When I stepped out of the bungalow at 6 am this morning and strolled over to the beach (maybe 75 feet), I was expecting to see a solitary hiker or two. Instead I found at least 40 or 50 people, especially on the beach in front of the hotel to the south (i.e., the Zero Seamile Beach Club).

Hoi An vista in front of Palm Garden bungalow #415 — Thursday, 3.24, 6:05 am.

My geographical inability to join in the Batman vs Superman: Dawn of Justice pile-on — 37% Rotten Tomatoes, 46% Metacritic — concerns me not. Everyone seems to be handling the task just fine without me. I’ve been smelling…okay, sensing what was coming for months. Who hasn’t?

From N.Y. Times critic A.O. Scott: “A diverting entertainment might have been made about the rivalry between these two muscle-bound paladins — a bromance or a buddy comedy, an album of duets. Batman v Superman is none of those things. It is about as diverting as having a porcelain sink broken over your head.

“In keeping with current business imperatives, what Mr. Snyder has concocted is less a free-standing film than the opening argument in a very long trial…not so much a ‘dawn’ as an entire morning spent watching the clock in anticipation of lunchtime. The studio has, in the usual way, begged and bullied critics not to reveal plot points, and I wouldn’t dream of denying you the thrill of discovering just how overstuffed and preposterous a movie narrative can be.”

Director Zak Snyder has always been and will always be toxic to me. Unless, you know, he’s eventually seized by some life-changing convulsion and turns into someone or something else. I can’t wait to pay money to see this thing next week. Wait…naah, I have to see it.

Today’s scooter trip from the Than Thien hotel in central Hue to Hoi An’s Palm Garden Resort took about 5 and 1/2 hours, or 9 am to 2:30 pm. Soul-filling, eye-opening…one of the greatest rides of my life. Our guide was the easygoing and super-knowledgable Thong do van of Easy Riders. The journey included seven or eight quick stops for stretching, vista-gazing, eating, and taking pics of rice paddies and water buffaloes. Toward the end of the trip we all had a decent noodle-and-chicken meal at a non-tourist, all-Vietnamese restaurant in Danang that cost roughly $1.60 (U.S.) per person. I captured what I’m certain will be some near-great GoPro footage of the trip, but as I mentioned a day or two ago I forgot to pack the upload cable so all Go Pro footage have to wait until I return to Los Angeles. We’re bunked down at the Palm Garden between now and Saturday morning, which is when we’ll return to Hanoi for a final day and night.

Thong do van, Caitlin Bennett, Jett Wells prior in Hue as journey was about to begin.