Month: August 2018

We’ve all considered the Candle in the Wind aspect of Marilyn Monroe‘s sad tale. Then again she knew how and why her career bread was buttered. It’s hard to recall episodes in Monroe’s life in which she didn’t generate flashes of eros and sexuality to stoke the fires. Especially during the making of Some Like It Hot, Let’s Make Love, The Misfits and Something’s Got To Give. Not to mention the photo sessions, including the famous 1962 one with Bert Stern at the Hotel Bel Air.

Yesterday it was reported that a brief, never-used nude scene from The Misfits was discovered many years ago by Curtice Taylor, the son of producer Frank Taylor, and that it might, you know, slip out somehow. This morning an odd piece in Vanity Fair by Yohana Desta, titled “Monroe Nude Scene Has Been Found — What Happens Now?,” suggested maybe it shouldn’t.

Desta says that because Monroe was sexually exploited throughout her career, it might be a good idea not to let anyone see the scene in question. Why re-boot that old cruel karma of ogling a naked but very sad movie star who died of an overdose at age 36?

Hollywood Elsewhere will understand if the scene never hits YouTube. Let it be, keep it in the drawer, etc. Then again why did Charles Casillo, author of “Marilyn Monroe: The Private Life of a Public Icon,” mention the discovery if he wasn’t planning to leak it?

Monroe resented the public’s leering interest, of course, but in film after film she never stopped winking at it. She knew what she was doing, and there were suggestions and peeks aplenty in The Misfits. Okay, I’ll admit it — I want to see the scene. But I’ll survive if I can’t.

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Originally posted on 3.18.12: “I was behind this couple at the Westside Pavillion a couple of nights ago. The excitement they were feeling when it was finally their turn to order from the counter guy was almost sexual. It was certainly infectious. I was imagining their delight as they sat down in their seats with a double-large popcorn tub with extra butter, an extra-large Red Twisters, two hot dogs with mustard, two half-gallon-sized cups of Coke. It was playtime. They were really happy.

Just as we know that Ryan Coogler‘s Black Panther will wind up winning the just-announced Best Achievement in Popular Film Oscar (a.k.a. the Popcorn-With-Extra-Butter Oscar for the Film That Knuckle-Draggers Like The Most), we also know which films will be nominated for this dubious award.

I’m presuming there will only be five nominees. Panther, of course, along with Crazy Rich Asians (representation counts, especially for the first mainstream release with an all-Asian cast since The Joy Luck Club) and John Krasinki‘s A Quiet Place (elevated horror, big dough). The other two will almost certainly be Mission: Impossible — Fallout and one of two Disney releases — Incredibles 2 and Mary Poppins Returns. Panther might manage a regular Best Picture nomination and that’s fine, but at the end of the night it’ll take the Extra Butter Popcorn Oscar. Done, finito.

Hollywood Elsewhere presumes that a Starsky and Hutch version of a BlacKKKlansman poster was created to inform “conservative” rural types that Spike Lee‘s film is a salt-and-pepper two-hander. I only noticed this poster last weekend — created for the British market.

Last night Showbiz 411‘s Roger Freidman broke the sad news about the imminent passing of Aretha Franklin. The 76 year-old soul singer has been grappling with cancer for some time now, and is reportedly not far from walking across the footbridge. I’m very sorry. HE hugs and heartfelt condolences to family, friends and fans.

It’s not the time to discuss business matters, but down the road it would be wonderful to finally see Sydney Pollack‘s Amazing Grace, a never-released 1972 doc about Aretha Franklin performing gospel tunes inside a Los Angeles church. The doc almost appeared at the 2015 Telluride Film Festival, but the showing was blocked by an injunction filed by Franklin’s attorney. Some mucky-muck about rights or revenue sharing or something in that realm.

Franklin’s gospel concert, performed inside L.A.’s New Temple Missionary Baptist Church (So. Broadway near 87th Place), happened 46 and 2/3 years ago. Pollack shot over 20 hours of 16mm footage and had hoped to put the film out in concert with Franklin’s Amazing Grace album. But a release never happened due to music rights issues or some other monetary hangup.

Franklin’s performances happened on Thursday, 1.13.72 and Friday, 1.14.72. A double platinum album was released about six months later. Amazing Grace is still Franklin’s biggest seller ever.

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Had it not been for a recent Steven Gaydos tweet, I never would’ve even considered re-watching The First Deadly Sin, which I recall being a doleful, partly unbelievable detective-hunts-serial-killer flick. An above-average Frank Sinatra performance — his last starring role and a kind of companion piece to his New York cop role in The Detective (’68).

“Sinatra who plays this role close to his chest, and who looks and acts very touchingly like a tired old cop on the threshold of retirement,” Roger Ebert wrote on 10.30.80. “We can empathize with him, and that’s partly because he resists any temptation to give us a reprise of those wisecracking wiseasses he played in the 1960s. This is a new performance, built from the ground up.”

There’s no First Deadly Sin Bluray or HD streaming option, but there’s a 480p version streaming from Amazon, and in a 1.37 aspect ratio. Boxy Sinatra is beautiful.

I have about six or seven umbrellas in the WeHo pad, but I rarely get to use them. Serious rainstorms don’t happen much in Los Angeles, and so my mantra has always been “I love it when it rains…good for the city, good for the reservoirs and everything smells good when it ends.” The northeast corridor, on the other hand, has been waterlogged for the last three weeks or so, and I’m starting to get really sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. The current forecast is that another monsoon has begun, and that it won’t clear until mid-week. The after-aroma smells better in this woodsy environment than it does in West Hollywood, but I’ve had enough.

Two years ago Beatrice Welles was full of warm memories of her father, the late Orson Welles. “He was the best father in the world,” she said during a 2016 AFI Fest interview with Scott Mantz. Now, less than three weeks before Welles’ The Other Side of the Wind has its long-delayed premiere at the Venice Film Festival, Beatrice is singing quite another tune.

Yesterday (8.12) the Sunday Times‘ Bryan Appleyard quoted her in somewhat confusing, contradictory terms:

“I’m turning up in Venice, and I’ll have my name up in stars,” Beatrice says. Doesn’t the phrase go “I’ll have my name up in lights”?

“It’s not what I wanted for it, it’s not my movie, it was never my movie,” Beatrice explains. “I just had better ideas about how it could end.” Uh-huh. And…?

Then Beatrice drops a bomb by saying that The Other Side of the Wind is “in the hands [of people] my father would have hated.” Wait…who’s she talking about? Frank Marshall and Peter Bogdanovich? Filip Jan Rymsza? Netflix, without which the film would never have been completed? This isn’t adding up.

“I have to talk about it, and I have to be Orson Welles’ daughter,” Beatrice goes on. “I really honestly can’t tell the truth on this one. I hope I’m going to be writing a book finally, and I hope I’m allowed to tell the truth of what’s going on behind that movie.”

Translation: Beatrice feels compelled to talk about her Other Side of the Wind experience, but not quite truthfully. She hopes, however, that certain parties will “allow” her to tell the truth when she writes a book about it.

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Yesterday I posted HE’s latest best-of-the-year roster, which numbered 17 or 18. (I think.) I’ve since added a couple of overlooked titles (We The Animals, Equalizer 2) for a grand total of 21, and in this order:

Tied for first place: Bjorn Runge‘s The Wife (Sony Pictures Classics, 8.17) and Paul Schrader‘s First Reformed; 3. Ari Aster‘s Hereditary; 4. Stefano Sollima‘s Sicario — Day of the Soldado; 5. Chris McQuarrie and Tom Cruise‘s Mission : Impossible — Fallout; 6. John Krasinski‘s A Quiet Place; 7. Eugene Jarecki‘s The King; 8. Lynne Ramsay‘s You Were Never Really Here, 9. Tony Zierra‘s Filmworker, 10. Andrej Zvyagintsev‘s Loveless, 11. Jeremiah Zagar‘s We The Animals, 12. Tony Gilroy‘s Beirut, 13. Wes Anderson‘s Isle of Dogs; 14. Bo Burnham‘s Eighth Grade; 15. Morgan Neville‘s Won’t You Be My Neighbor; 16. Ryan Coogler‘s Black Panther; 17. Matt Tyrnauer‘s Scotty and the Secret History of Hollywood; 18. Betsy West; Julie Cohen‘s RBG; 19. Spike Lee‘s BlackKKlansman; 20. Antoine Fuqua‘s The Equalizer 2; and 21. John Curran‘s Chappaquiddick.

Repeating: My three biggest misses so far are Sally Potter‘s The Party, Joel Francis Daley‘s Game Night and Cory Finley‘s Thoroughbreds.

“You can feel the fire and rage in Spike Lee’s veins in more than a few scenes, and especially during the last five minutes when Lee recalls the venality of last year’s ‘Unite the Right‘ really in Charlottesville, which ended with the death of protestor Heather Heyer, and reminds that Donald Trump showed who and what he is with his non-judgmental assessment of the KKK-minded demonstrators. Lee paints Trump with the racist brush that he completely deserves, and it makes for a seriously pumped-up finale.” — from my 5.14.18 review, “Lee’s Klansman Busts Trump Like A Bitch.”

“Trump, of course, knows the game he’s playing: The refusal to condemn, which he repeated at his recent press conference keyed to the anniversary of the Charlottesville riots, equals a wink of endorsement. It’s that simple. Anyone who now denies that we have David Duke in the White House is either lying, not seeing reality, or not minding it.” — from Owen Gleiberman‘s 8.12 Variety essay, “No Film Has Channeled the Hateful Pulse of Our Moment Like Spike Lee’s BlacKkKlansman.”

Everyone knew The Meg was throwaway junk and they didn’t care. $96.8 million overseas, $44.5 million domestic = $141.3 million. In my review I said “I didn’t hate The Meg, but I didn’t believe a second of it.” I also called it a wank that’s structured like a kind of musical. That’s probably how everyone took it. Did anyone like it unironically?

Robert Duvall is good every time at bat. Open Range, Lonesome Dove, Frank Hackett, Boo Radley, the taxi driver in Bullitt, The Apostle…always right on the mark. When luck and the angels are with him, he’s great. But the marriage of Duvall and Mac Sledge was perfect. I despise country-style Christians for the most part, but I sure related to them here. Tender Mercies is probably the greatest getting-sober-and-turning-your-life-around movie of all time. And yet when it opened in ’83, audiences mostly blew it off. It cost over $4 million to make, and only made $8 million and change.

Wiki excerpt: “The post-screening feedback was, in the words of director Bruce Beresford, ‘absolutely disastrous.’ As a result, Universal executives lost faith in the film and made little effort to promote it. Screenwriter Horton Foote said of the studio, ‘I don’t know that they disliked the film. I just think they thought it was inconsequential. I guess they thought it would just get lost in the shuffle.’ Others in the film industry were equally dismissive; one Paramount Pictures representative described the picture as ‘like watching paint dry‘.”

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