Month: November 2019

There are two strong female costars in Vincente Minnelli‘s The Bad and the Beautiful — Lana Turner and Gloria Grahame as Georgia Lorrison and Rosemary Bartlow, respectively. But there’s a third actress who also burned brightly or fiercely — Elaine Stewart as the cynical and bitchy Lila, whom Kirk Douglas‘s Jonathan Shields has a brief fling with in Act Two. Even if you’ve only seen The Bad and the Beautiful once, there’s no forgetting tawdry Lila — a real spitfire.

So does Stewart appear in the credit block on the poster? No, she does not. But another actress — Vanessa Brown — does, right next to Leo G. Carroll. And yet in her role as Barry Sullivan‘s fiancee/wife, Brown has maybe one or two lines of consequence, if that. She does and says almost nothing…she just smiles, sits on a beach blanket, kisses Sullivan, laughs and registers excitement in a morning-after-a-poker-game scene.

Why was Brown favored over Stewart? Because she was brilliant and accomplished outside of acting circles (a critic-journalist, IQ of 165) and, one presumes, because The Bad and the Beautiful producer John Houseman and/or MGM honcho Dore Schary admired her wit and class. Stewart was sexier and sassier, but she was mainly known for having done some Bettie Page-like modelling (she posed for Playboy and See magazine).

And that was the name of that tune.

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A day or two ago Rod Lurie‘s The Outpost, a U.S. forces-vs.-the Taliban war flick based on Jake Tapper’s book, had a surprise screening at the Thessaloniki Film Festival. Variety exec vp of content Steven Gaydos happened to see it and raved, which means something as Gaydos is no one’s idea of a glad-hander or pushover.

The Outpost costars Orlando Bloom, Scott Eastwood, Caleb Landry Jones, Milo Gibson, Jack Kesy and Will Attenborough. Definitely a 2020 film.

Know why Kate McKinnon‘s Elizabeth Warren Town Hall “cold open” on SNL wasn’t funny, apart for the fact that anything having to do with Warren can’t be funny no matter how you slice it? Because it’s not satirical as much as gently instructive.

The point of the sketch isn’t to make fun of Warren’s Medicare-For-All plan, but to sell it to the God-knows-how-many-millions who’ve never paid the slightest attention to anything Warren has ever said.

The bit more or less succeeds in that regard. People are scared of Medicare-For-All because they don’t like anything that smacks of new or exotic or complex. That’s it — that’s the whole thing.

The Irishman has been playing for two nights in New York, Los Angeles and a few other major cities. So what’s the HE commentariat verdict? Does Al Pacino have the Best Supporting Actor Oscar locked up, or is it Brad Pitt’s to lose? Favorite scenes? Thoughts about the last 30 or 40 minutes?

Advisory: No one is allowed to express views along the lines of that reprehensible Texas critic who said The Irishman doesn’t leave you with much to reflect upon, or words to that effect.

The Tijuana dental work turned out just fine. The line to get back into the U.S. dragged on and on — around 90 minutes. Poor people in Tijuana do not fool around — they’re thisfar from living like street rats. It’s rough to take in. Things are so much better as a rule in our fucked-up, 38% Trump-supporting country, I regret admitting.

The last time I crossed the San Ysidro-Tijuana border by car it involved maybe two or three minutes of backed-up traffic, and then the guard glanced at my passport and waved me right through. Five minutes total.

This time I’m walking across and so far I’ve been waiting in a slow-ass line (“extranjeros”) for nearly 25 minutes with at least another 10 or 15 to go . I arrived in San Diego at 9 am and I’m still stateside at 11 am. Why the harassment? Why punish the gringos?

I recently signed up for a new dental insurance plan — terrific. But it requires 12 months of loyal payments before kicking in for crowns or veneers…yeah! So with a recently chipped tooth I’ve no choice but to visit the Baja Oral Center in Tijuana, a totally first-rate operation staffed with tip-top professionals who know exactly what they’re doing.

This morning at 6:05 am I caught a San Diego-bound Amtrak Surfliner at Union Station. Easily the most pleasant journey I’ve ever taken to these parts. Arrived in SD at 9 am. I’m now on the Blue Line trolley (which is bright red in color) and heading for the border. I’ll walk across the border and grab a cab, etc.

I’ll be catching a train back to Los Angeles sometime in the late afternoon or early evening. I know, I know…as long as I’m down here why not stay for a night in Rosarito Beach? Maybe next time.

Terminator: Dark Fate, a politically correct rehash of T2: Judgment Day with a mostly female/Latino cast handling the kick-ass stuff coupled with state-of-the-art FX, is dead in the water.

A film that cost $185 million and needs $460M-plus to break even, and it’s only expected to gross $27 million domestic by Sunday night? Finito.

My guess is that audiences took one look at the trailer and/or the movie on Thursday night and said “how many times are they going to re–package this shit?…why are we paying to see the same, numbingly familiar time-traveling Terminator crap, only this time with actors of a female and/or Latino persuasion? These are cosmetic p.c. changes that don’t change the fact that it’s the same old oatmeal.”

Deadline‘s Anthony D’Alessandro: “It’s not a good weekend for franchises, specifically old dusty ones as the sixth Terminator movie, Terminator: Dark Fate, is seeing an awful future at the weekend domestic box office with $27.1M, a terrible result for a planned Paramount/ Skydance Media/ Fox tentpole that reportedly cost $185M (some even say it was $196M).

Hollywood social media org Relish Mix: “Fans and action sci-fi moviegoers who have seen the film are up in arms about major changes to the film series’ plot lines.

“It’s also worth observing that fans and moviegoers are all for strong female characters — when these characters are essential and interesting to the story.

“Like other recent remakes, spin-offs and reimaginings, casual moviegoers are confused and disinterested in taking a classic film and simply re–shooting it with women in the lead roles, which is the perception of some related to Dark Fate, and the reality to still others who have seen early screenings.”

Pete Buttigieg is now third in a new N.Y. Times Upshot/Sienna College poll focusing on the Iowa caucuses. More significantly he’s a point ahead of Typewriter Joe, one point behind Bernie Sanders and within striking distance of Elizabeth Warren.

The prevailing assumption right now (and please correct if I’m missing something) is that the Best Actor Oscar is Joaquin Phoenix’s to lose. The Adam Driver talk, which will probably re-surge over the next few days with Marriage Story opening on 11.6, began during the Telluride Film Festival but has since leveled out. I realize that Uncut Gems is not a typical Academy-friendly film, but Adam Sandler‘s submission to his Diamond district gambling junkie character is breathtaking — one of the all-time great crazy goon performances with manic energy to burn. (I saw it again two or three nights ago, and was all the more impressed.) Robert De Niro‘s Irishman lead isn’t as much of a knockout as Al Pacino‘s Jimmy Hoffa, agreed, but he can’t be denied a Best Actor nom, especially for his ownage of the final 30 to 40 minutes. It was painful to take Pain and Glory‘s Antonio Banderas out of the fifth slot, but The Two Popes is a popular film with the 50-plus crowd, and the acting honors belong mostly to Jonathan Pryce.

The Joker stairs have become a tourist destination, starting around two or three weeks ago. They’re located at 1165 Shakespeare Avenue in the Bronx. The bottom of the concrete staircase, I mean. The peak is located at the juncture of Anderson Ave. and West 167th Street. Take the 4, B or D line north to 167th Street station. Six blocks north of Yankee Stadium. It’s actually called “Joker stairs” on Google maps.

The last time Hollywood Elsewhere visited a Bronx location via subway was…never. I drove down from Connecticut to a Yankee game with some friends in ’78 or ’79…something like that. If I was in the NYC area I’d probably take a pass.

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