Month: March 2016

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice made $27 million last night (i.e., Thursday), and may be on the way to nailing $180 million by Sunday night. (Warner Bros. is projecting a more modest $110 million.) Shitty reviews never seem to matter on opening weekends, but the second weekend always tells the tale. Presumably some in the HE community caught it last night, or have just returned from a Friday evening show back east. (It’s currently 8:45 pm in Manhattan.) Please opine when you have a moment. Have the critics been too rough or generally on target?

From Anthony Lane’s New Yorker review: Ben Affleck portraying Batman is “a curious choice, especially in the light of Hollywoodland (2006), where he excelled in the role of George Reeves, who starred as Superman on TV in the early 1950s, loathed the experience, and died of a gunshot to the head. It was hardly a movie to brighten one’s faith in comic books.

“Since then, Affleck has become a director of steady and satisfying thrillers, including The Town and Argo, so why risk this backward step into the realm of beefcake? Maybe he relished the gleam of the supporting cast—Holly Hunter, Diane Lane, Laurence Fishburne, and Kevin Costner, with Amy Adams as Lois Lane, Jesse Eisenberg as a jittery Lex Luthor, and Jeremy Irons taking over from Michael Caine as Alfred, the venerable butler-cum-weapons designer to Bruce Wayne.

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I never thought I’d feel compassion for Ted Cruz but today (i.e., early Saturday morning in Vietnam) I do. I’m a strong believer in the “don’t ask, don’t tell” attitudes that prevailed during the JFK administration, which was that personal foibles and failings in the sexual arena were never mentioned by reporters or political enemies. Catting around was simply off the table. Do I suspect that persons aligned with Donald Trump planted or helped to fan the thinly sourced, possibly inaccurate National Enquirer story that everyone’s on about? Almost certainly. Do I suspect Cruz is a hound dog? None of my business. But even if everyone agreed, the sense of tawdry cultural degradation would still be out there. Could the Gods have made things any easier for Hillary Clinton?

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For a good 90 minutes I searched high and low for one decent color…hell, any color snap taken during the filming of Howard Hawks‘ Red River…zip. But these black-and-white candids are half-interesting.

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What with the Vietnam time-outs and distractions, I’ve only just gotten up to speed on the latest Trump-Cruz fight, this time about their wives. “This is the dirtiest, ugliest, weirdest…”

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Who the hell drinks salt water? Who the hell sells salt water in plastic bottles with attractive packaging that suggests it’s lemon-flavored eau du mineral? More to the point, what kind of visitor would be dumb enough to buy a six-pack of this stuff without carefully reading the label?

This afternoon Trip Advisor steered us to a great little gourmet restaurant called Nu Eatery, which for my money delivered the best eats we’ve had thus far. The menu is native Vietnamese cuisine, of course. Everything we ordered was alive with subtle, melt-down flavors that weren’t quite like anything I’ve had before, and served in modest portions so we didn’t feel the least bit loaded down when we left. The place itself is small — three downstairs rooms including the kitchen but with an upstairs dining area with a balcony. And no overweight tourists in shorts and sandals! Anyone planning to hit Hoi An is strongly advised to follow our lead.

Nu Eatery is located down a small alley (10A Nguyen Thị Minh Khai) between two well-travelled streets. The chefs do their stuff in a small kitchen next to an open window.

Ladies who took care of us at Nu Eatery. The LONELY sweatshirt girl was our waitress.

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I spoke briefly with producer-director Brett Ratner during last November’s Key West Film Festival, and he assured me that Warren Beatty‘s long-gestating, ’50s-era Howard Hughes film (which is more of a 20something love story between characters played by Lili Collins and Alden Ehrenreich than a film about the legendary aviation pioneer and business titan) will open this year.

Lily Collins as Marla Mabrey and Annette Bening as her mom in a still from Warren Beatty’s untitled Howard Hughes film.

And yet here we are in late March with spring and summer films starting to release trailers, and Beatty’s film still has no announced title and no announced release date.

This for a film that completed principal photography on 6.8.14 after 74 days of shooting. A year ago N.Y. Times guy Michael Cieply reported that Beatty shot pick-ups and re-shoots in late February 2015.

I don’t believe there’s even the slightest whisper of a chance that Beatty’s film might play the 2016 Cannes Film Festival, and at this stage it doesn’t seem likely to open before Labor Day. Any bets on 2017? Could Terrence Malick‘s title as Hollywood’s greatest post-production procrastinator be in jeopardy?

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The question isn’t what heavyweight companies have declared their opposition to Georgia’s passed-but-not-yet-signed anti-gay discrimination bill (i.e., House Bill 757), but which companies haven’t declared. Those who’ve issued statements against the bill include Disney/Marvel, Open Road, Sony, the Weinstein Company, Time Warner, Viacom, Lionsgate, 21st Century Fox, AMC Networks, Starz, Intel and — note the irony — Dow Chemical and the NFL. Faucet Craftsman’s Ron Bouchard: “When the NFL is ahead of you on human rights, you’ve got bigger problems.”

Posted from Park City on 1.27.15: “I can roll with austere minimalism as well as the next guy, and I certainly respect what Rodrigo Garcia and Emmanuel Lubezki are up to in Last Days of the Desert (Broad Green, 5.13), which is basically about the 40 days that Yeshua of Nazareth (Ewan McGregor) spent in the desert before embarking upon his calling as the Ultimate Lamb of God.

“Except it’s a little too spare — there’s not much feeling or drama in this thing, which is mostly about performances, photography and an impressive sense of stillness. 

“The focus is not so much about Yeshua’s spiritual battle with a mirror-image Satan (also played by McGregor) as it is his decision to hang with a family of desert dwellers (Ciaran Hinds, Tye Sheridan, Ayelet Zurer) and help them build a small stone abode atop a mountain peak.

“This in itself felt like a problem to me. We all understand fasting in the wasteland to attain spiritual purity, but why would a family — anyone — live in that Godforsaken inferno? No soil, no water to speak of, no grass for the goats…a situation without a thread of logic or believability.

“I was also bothered by the footwear. In each and every Bible flick ever made guys have worn standard-issue sandals — a thick hunk of foot-shaped leather with a couple of straps. But McGregor and Hinds wear a kind of burlap slip-on — call it a desert hiking loafer.

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I love the term “American biographical criminal comedy.” Todd Phillips‘ film is about the real-life saga of arms dealers Efraim_Diveroli (Jonah Hill) and David Packouz (Miles Teller) who ran afoul of the law five or six years ago for selling crap-level arms to the Afghan army. Based on Guy Lawson‘s “Arms and the Dudes: How Three Stoners from Miami Beach Became the Most Unlikely Gunrunners in History“. (The third dude, Alex Podrizki, has apparently been eliminated for the sake of narrative efficiency.) War Dogs was originally slated to open two weeks ago (3.11.16) but will now open on 8.9.16. I’m relieved that Hill reverted to his Superbad weight to play Diveroli (according to the Wiki page); otherwise his performance might not have been believable.

Garry Shandling launched in the late ’80s with It’s Garry Shandling’s Show, but he owned the ’90s by way of The Larry Sanders Show, which ran on HBO from ’92 to ’98. I lived through that landmark show. The satirical, self-regarding tone was always stinging and razor sharp and comfortable as fuck. And now Shandling’s gone — abruptly dead from a heart attack at age 66. It’s 4:30 am in Vietnam and I have to try and get at least some shut-eye, having awoken at 1 am and stayed that way for three hours (don’t ask), but this is truly sad news. From the mid-Reagan era to the late Clinton years, Shandling captured and lampooned American culture by marrying it to his own anxieties and neuroses and then tickled it just so. I loved his wit and his somewhat aloof, lonely-guy attitude about things. (Shandling had relationships but never married.) I’m among the few who really loved portions of Town and Country, the commercial disaster in which Shandling played Warren Beatty‘s BFF. (They were offscreen pals back then.) Shandling and Beatty had an appealingly loose bro vibe in that film that made me smile. I’m very sorry Shandling has left so early, but for roughly a 12-year period he held mountains in the palm of his hands.