Q: Name three movie characters who would closely resemble you if they were all blended together into one person? Not looks-wise but in terms of character, attitude.
A: Edmond O’Brien in D.O.A., James Stewart / Charles Lindbergh in The Spirit of St. Louis & Tony Curtis’s Joe in Some Like It Hot. C’est moi. Two more: Cary Grant’s Devlin in Notorious, Steve McQueen’s Jake Holman in The Sand Pebbles.
Warren Beatty will drive up to Goleta on Thursday, December 1st to receive the 11th annual Kirk Douglas Award for Excellence in Film from the Santa Barbara International Film Festival. Beatty will be obliged to pose for…what, 35 or 40 selfies? More? All the award-season blogaroonies will be there, of course, along with the creme de la creme of leading Santa Barbara citizens. Beatty will be honored for his long and storied career, but the main agenda will be to boost the award-season profile of Rules Don’t Apply, which he directed, produced, co-wrote and stars in. Rules will open the 2016 AFI Fest and open commercially on 11.23. Beatty is an excellent guy to shoot the shit with for hours on end, and is indisputably one of the great legendary figures of 20th Century filmmaking, politics, culture.
I’m presuming Orange Hitler will lose by a nosehair in the general election, but no matter what happens I’d like @ArthouseTrump to hang around. He’s an asshole, but at the same time he treads the line between truth and boorishness like a mountain goat. I lost it when I read his tweet about Rob Reiner‘s LBJ being the poor man’s All The Way.
You can’t even order Twilight Time’s Stardust Memories Bluray yet, but a limited run of 3000 copies will street on 12.13. I was right there with Woody on the gloom train when I first saw it. I was insecure, right on the edge of poverty, behind in my rent, certain of nothing, my head barely above water. Now I’m more or less on the champagne train with Sharon Stone. Well, kinda. (I said hi to Stone a few weeks ago at a screening of that Frank Zappa doc.) I can say with absolute confidence that I’ll never be back on the gloom train again. Or at least not the kind I was on in 1980.
I was surprised to see Martin Scorsese‘s Silence ranked among Kris Tapley‘s top Best Picture spitballs. (Along with Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk, Fences, Florence Foster Jenkins, Hidden Figures, La La Land, Lion, Live By Night, Manchester by the Sea and Moonlight.) Last August I speculated that Silence (which story-wise is no stroll in the park) might get a year-end platform release at best. Yeah, I know — Marty is still cutting it and until he finishes it won’t be dated. This is Scorsese’s pattern. The fate of The Wolf of Wall Street was up in the air until it screened on 11.29 — that’s when it was ready and that’s when it screened.
The Tracking Board has reported that Relativity’s Dana Brunetti intends to remake Fred Zinneman‘s High Noon, and that he’ll be using a contemporary plot with drug cartel goons (i.e., the new Frank Miller gang) coming for a Will Kane-like figure who’s scared but won’t back down. Brunetti is proceeding properly by having purchased the rights from Karen Kramer, widow of original High Noon producer Stanley Kramer.
But wait a minute, man. Three months ago I reviewed Ari Issler and Ben Snyder‘s 11:55, which played at the L.A, Film Festival, and I’m telling you it’s a straight-up High Noon remake and a fairly decent one at that. And it involves drug dealers.
11:55 was actually the third High Noon remake. Howard Hawks‘ Rio Bravo (’59) was the first. (Hawks made it clear time and again that he set out to make his own version of High Noon.) Then came Peter Hyams‘ Outland (’81), which was set aboard a space-station cargo vessel of some kind with Sean Connery as Gary Cooper. So Brunetti’s version, if and when it happens, will be the fourth remake.
It’s common knowledge that William Wyler‘s Ben-Hur (’59) was shot in Camera 65, which when correctly projected (as well as scanned for DVD and Bluray) delivered an aspect ratio of 2.76:1. (Same a.r. with Ultra Panavision 70, which The Hateful Eight was shot and projected at.) All my adult life I’ve been looking to see the full-whack, 2.76:1 Ben-Hur in a first-rate theatrical venue.
My hopes were up when I attended last night’s 7:30 pm screening of Ben-Hur at the American Cinematheque Egyptian. I was encouraged by the fact that the AC was showing a DCP, or the same digitally remastered version that constitutes the current Bluray, which delivers the full 2.76:1. But they blew it all the same. The AC aspect ratio was, at most, 2.55:1, and it was probably closer to 2.4:1. And therefore each shot felt slightly cramped and wrong.
Robert Surtees‘ 2.76:1 images on the Ben-Hur Bluray are immaculate — the framings in each and every scene are exquisitely balanced. But whack those images down to 2.4:1 and everything looks fucked. If Surtees had been with me he would have been hooting and throwing soft-drink containers at the screen.
The same aspect ratio problems manifested when I caught Ben-Hur at the New York Film Festival in 2011, to wit:
Excerpt: “The fabled 2.76 to 1 aspect ratio was not delivered. It looked to me like we were seeing roughly a 2.55 to 1 image, at best. There’s a shot with Hugh Griffith and the four white horses when Heston enters from the left and says ‘What magnificent animals’ or words to that effect. I knew right away what I saw wasn’t right because Heston was slightly cropped off as he said this line — he didn’t have any breathing room — and you NEVER crop a star.”
In the wake of any domestic terror incident (shooting, bombing) you’re not allowed to say what you think, which is that the perpetrator was probably of Swedish, Danish or Norweigan descent. 24 to 48 hours pass and lo and behold, the perp is identified as a guy of Middle-Eastern (in this instance Afghanistan) descent. There goes my theory about the Swedes, the Danes or the Norweigans! Authorities are seeking 28-year-old Ahmad Khan Rahami in connection with not just the Chelsea bombing (will the motive turn out to be similar to that of the Orlando shooter?) but also one in Seaside Park, N.J. Incidentally: The leader of the Ecumenical Liberation Army in Paddy Chayefsky‘s Network was “the Great Ahmet Khan.” Close but no cigar.
I filed my quickie review of Derek Cianfrance‘s The Light Between Oceans on the evening of 8.31, and then forgot about it, consumed as I was by the Telluride and Toronto Film Festivals over the next 17 days. The 1920s-era soap opera opened on 9.2. The reviews weren’t great, and after 16 days it’s made a lousy $11,169,776. Did anyone see it? It seems as if no one cared very much but maybe I’m wrong. Anyone?
“An impressive first hour or so,” I wrote. “A bit morose but well-rendered. And then the film goes full-hurt crazy, the wrong move, tears streaming or held back, stunned, swallowed up, ‘oh what to do’? A guilt-and-suffer opera.
“Michael Fassbender is fine (grim, fully committed, extra-solemn) but he’s still Fassbender. A heaving, pull-out-the-stops performance by Alicia Vikander that makes you want to cower at times. Rachel Weitz‘s performance is all-in but measured. She never turns the spigot on full blast.
“The mesmerizing cinematography by Adam Arkapaw and the fleet editing by Jim Helton and Ron Patane are the two finest elements. You could just watch this thing without listening to it, and you wouldn’t have the slightest trouble following the story. That’s a sign of strong cinema, no?
In what ways am I wrong? What am I missing? I want to be strong and clear in my choices, which is to say choices based on my own gut instincts and judgments. It pains me to go along with groupthink.
Of course I’m going to buy Criterion’s Bluray of John Huston‘s The Asphalt Jungle (12.13.). Of course I’m looking forward to a “new 2K digital restoration with uncompressed monaural soundtrack.” But I want a significant “bump” from this. I want that feeling, that special feeling you get when you’re watching a film you’ve seen 18 or 19 times and yet the image quality just blows you away. I had that experience when I saw Criterion’s In A Lonely Place Bluray, but not with Warner Home Video’s The Big Sleep Bluray. Just saying…
