Day: September 6, 2018

Michael Moore‘s Fahrenheit 11/9, which screened Thursday evening at the Toronto Film Festival, slices and dices Donald Trump in rousing, unequivocal, almost joyful fashion. And I loved it for that. Trump evisceration is what most ticket-buyers will expect to see, of course. And yet this complex, tough-minded doc drills into Trump for only about 1/3 of its running time. Okay, maybe 40%.

Orange Cheeto, it turns out, isn’t the primary villain of Fahrenheit 11/9 as much as the ultimate demonic expression of a general climate of corrosion, corruption and (this is interesting) laissez-faire, moderation-favoring attitudes among complacent Democratic normalists and media types over the last quarter-century.

Bill and Hillary Clinton are portrayed as the principal causes of a general lack of trust and proliferation of cynicism among the body politic about mainstream liberal governance. The mainstream media is culpable also, Moore says. He also champions the hardcore, anti-corporate left (Alexandria Ocasio Cortez, David Hogg and the other activist Parkland massacre survivors, the legendary Bernie Sanders). And a good portion of the doc focuses on the mind-boggling, all-but-deliberate poisoning of Flint, Michigan’s water supply.

The doc basically says that Trump is a malignant force and a lying, blustering, Hitler-esque authoritarian, but the political system is full of enablers, and we all have to get real and throw these bums out and stand with the gutsy activist lefties of the moment and make this country into a semblance of an actual Democracy again….no more Obama-styled “hope” but action, action and more action, and no more half-measures or liberal pussyfooting.

Moore’s ties to the working-class people of Michigan have always been his ace in the hole in terms of political-cultural insight and humanistic compassion. He was raised in the Flint suburb of Davison. In Moore’s youth Flint’s economy and General Motors factories were closely intertwined. His uncle LaVerne was one of the founders of the United Automobile Workers labor union and participated in the Flint Sit-Down Strike of 1936 and ’37.

Moore knows, of course, that much if not most of Trump’s support is rooted in demagoguery — in his skillful manipulation of racial resentments and anti-blue-state animus among the bumblefucks. Moore knows full well that racism is part of the mix, but he doesn’t touch it in Fahrenheit 11/9. He doesn’t want to pick at that ugly scab. But it’s obviously there, and the film would have been that much better if Moore had dealt with it to some extent.

How popular or influential will Fahrenheit 11/9 prove to be in terms of the upcoming midterm elections? It’ll help some, but the U.S. is a different culture than the one Fahrenheit 9/11 blew away 14 years ago.

I know the Brett Kavanaugh handshake blowoff moment happened a couple of days ago, but I can’t get over the look of complete terror on the Supreme Court nominee’s face. All he seemed to sense was that the guy who wanted to shake his hand (i.e., Fred Guttenberg, father of Parkland shooting victim Jaime Guttenberg) wasn’t a Republican pally, and he freaked. “Aaaagghh!…it’s one of them!” Kavanaugh seemed to say to himself. Look at his face. What kind of reprehensible scumbag ignores a handshake reach-out? What did Kavanaugh think was going to happen? That Guttenberg might try to stab or shoot him?

The Hollywood Elsewhere-Jordan Ruimy pad (NE corner of Elm and McCaul street) is a two–bedroom shoebox on the 11th floor of a grim high-rise full of warm, stale air in the hallways. The place is roughly the size of two semi–spacious prison cells with queen-sized beds plus a small bathroom and a kitchen made for the Wizard of Oz midgets.

It’s not a bad place — I just need to get used to it.

I conked out for a couple of hours this morning, and then picked up my press pass at the Bell Lightbox, and then hung out in the press lounge for an hour or so, and then arranged to attend the opening-night showing of Michael Moore‘s Fahrenheit 11/9. I wanted to also catch a 6:30 pm showing of Outlaw King but Albert Tello couldn’t get me a ticket — I might attend the Outlaw after-party though.

The first big press screening of A Star Is Born happens early tomorrow morning (9:15 am) at the TIFF Bell Lightbox. Wakey-wakey at 6 am, write for 90 minutes or so, arrive at the Lightbox around 8 or 8:15 am, write a bit more while waiting in line, etc.

All hail the late, once-great Burt Reynolds, who passed this morning at age 82. Reynolds enjoyed a 13-year run at the top from ’72 to ’84 or thereabouts, and kept plugging away over the next 34 years (and who tasted a brief comeback after his porn-producer performance in Paul Thomas Anderson‘s Boogie Nights). But now he’s gone, a physical being no more, floating in the clouds…a spirit flooring a ghostly Trans Am through the bayou with a wailing bubble-gum police car chasing his ass.

Deliverance, Shamus, The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing, The Longest Yard, At Long Last Love, Hustle, Gator, Nickelodeon, Semi-Tough, Smokey and the Bandit, The End, Hooper, Starting Over, Rough Cut, The Cannonball Run, Paternity, Sharky’s Machine, The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, Best Friends, The Man Who Loved Women and Boogie Nights.

“Another Reynolds Assessment,” posted on 3.26.18: “‘Be kind’ means you can lightly allude to Reynolds having messed up his acting career by making one arrogant, bone-headed move after another after another, etc. Those fast-car movies. Blowing his post-Boogie Nights momentum. Getting bad plastic surgery, wearing those terrible rugs. But you can’t actually mention it.

Posted on 8.4.14: “Reynolds initiated his demise by making all those stupid shitkicker paycheck movies with the yokelish Hal Needham. Reynolds had a pretty good run at the top (’72 to ’84), and then he was done.

“Reynolds-the-actor (as opposed to Reynolds-the-box-office-attraction) was great in Deliverance, half-good in Shamus, The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing, At Long Last Love, regrettable in Lucky Lady and Hustle, good in Semi-Tough, very good in Starting Over, good in Sharky’s Machine and Best Friends, decent in The Man Who Loved Women…and that was it until he played an older thief in Bill Forsyth‘s Breaking In (’89). And then nothing came of that. And then along came Paul Thomas Anderson‘s Boogie Nights (’97) and Reynolds called it shit and fired his agent, etc.

Posted from Key West on 11.17.16: Burt Reynolds sat for a q & a this evening at Key West’s San Carlos Institute following a screening of Jesse Moss‘s Bandit (which isn’t half bad).

Good old Burt. His usual, familiar smoothie self — cool and collected, deadpan humor, mellow vibe. But with a beard and tinted shades. The audience was laughing, applauding, in love. Burt’s legs are on the frail, shaky side but he walked out without a cane — good fellow. Here’s an mp3 of the whole thing. The interviewer was Rolling Stone critic David Fear.

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Variety‘s Kris Tapley is reporting that AMPAS has turned tail on its proposed Best Achievement in Popular Film Oscar, and that the expected Popular Oscar duel between Black Panther and A Star Is Born won’t be happening.

In explaining the sudden turnabout, the Academy has announced that the planned “popular” Oscar “merits further study.” Translation: Too many people (Tapley included) were appalled and hugely pissed off by the popular Oscar idea, lamenting that it would dilute or denigrate the Oscar brand, and so there won’t be a Best Achievement in Popular Film Oscar handed out at the upcoming 91st Academy Awards.

HE to Team Roma: Before today there was a likely scenario that Roma might take the Best Picture Oscar (i.e., which had recently come to be more defined as the trophy for serious achievement in cinematic art) with either A Star Is Born or Black Panther winning the Popular Film Oscar. Now…who knows?

HE to Disney’s Black Panther awards-campaign team: Before today you had only one serious competitor for the Popular Film Oscar (i.e., Bradley Cooper‘s A Star Is Born) and a decent shot at snagging a regular Best Picture nomination. Now you won’t be taking home any gold at all because you’re not winning the regular Best Picture Oscar. You’ll be nominated but that’s all. Sorry, guys, but it’s over.

AMPAS stated that while they remain committed “to celebrating a wide spectrum of movies” (i.e., a Best Popular Film Oscar), they now recognize that implementing this new award nine months into the year “creates challenges for films that have already been released.” Translation: We got scared and decided to pull the plug for the time being, and take a fresh look at the situation next spring or summer.

Academy CEO Dawn Hudson: “There has been a wide range of reactions to the introduction of a new award, and we recognize the need for further discussion with our members. We have made changes to the Oscars over the years — including this year — and we will continue to evolve while also respecting the incredible legacy of the last 90 years.”

I recently conveyed suspicions and issues about David Gordon Green‘s Halloween (Universal, 10.19), but I have to acknowledge approval of this poster, which is presumably fan-created. Three wrongos: (1) the film is mis-identified as Halloween Returns, (2) it shows Jamie Lee Curtis wearing her trademark pixie cut, and (3) the physique of 60-year-old Michael Myers (aka “the Shape”) is too slender. But it’s a catchy sell regardless.