Following its decisive win at the Producers Guild of America Awards Saturday night, Sam Mendes’ 1917 appears fated to win the Best Picture Oscar. Maybe. Probably. Don’t look now but the Gold Derby spitballers need to recalibrate their Best Picture predictions. Out of 21 forecasters, only five are currently predicting Mendes’ World War I epic to win the top prize. Most of the GD “experts” have Quentin Tarantino‘s Once Upon A Time in Hollywood in their top slot. Who knows how it’ll finally shake out?
22 days before the 2.9 Oscar telecast, 11 out of 19 Gold Derby spitballers believe that Once Upon A Time In Hollywood will take the Best Picture Oscar. Is 1917 surging more than some of us realize? Has the “Parasite could take it” cheering section finally given up? And why not Joker?
I blew off the Bad Boys For Life all-media screening, and since arriving in Santa Barbara I haven’t found the time or motivation to buy a ticket. Partly because I know what a 75% Rotten Tomato rating of an allegedly harmless-but-mediocre AA comedy means. It means 25% of the critics are being honest and the other 75% are playing it safe.
Then again the Will Smith-Martin Lawrence comedy is expected to bring in close to $70 million over the four-day Martin Luther King weekend. If it’s all the same I’ll catch it when it goes to streaming.
What’s the HE community consensus?
How did Elizabeth Warren help anything or anyone by claiming that Bernie Sanders privately told her he didn’t think a woman could be elected President? Or, as Bill Maher put it last night, “playing the woman card”?
My guess is that Sanders might have said something that sounded like “a woman can’t beat Trump in 2020” but wasn’t specifically that. Maybe he meant that Warren’s ability to beat Trump in the 2020 election was limited because of the schoolmarm thing, or that Kamala Harris didn’t have it either because she’s too short (5’2″) or something else. The kind of blunt shop talk that people share with each other behind closed doors.
Maybe Bernie is a secret sexist, but he sure hasn’t spoken that way over the years. He wanted Warren to run in ’16, you’ll recall, but she demurred.
If you have a spare 50 minutes, please watch last night’s Adam Driver interview at the Santa Barbara Film Festival. Indiewire‘s Anne Thompson asked the right succinct questions and stayed out of the way for the most part, allowing the Marriage Story star and Best Actor nominee to dispense his dry, amusingly honest, occasionally self-deprecating patter.
I was sitting in the third row and realizing that I’d never really paid attention to Driver’s interview shtick and muttering “wow, great stuff…he’s so smart and fleet and hip to the bullshit.”
The easiest way is to just watch Driver in action, but if you insist on a description…okay, here goes. He’s a brilliant raconteur. He’s also a clever and darting conversationalist, almost on the level of a stand-up comedian. He constantly digresses and frequently re-defines what he’s saying, and I mean in a way that’s very off-handed and matter-of-fact and quite funny.
Sample Driver riff, imagined by HE: “The guy looked like a walrus with long brown whiskers and the body of an under-inflated beach ball…well, not a beach ball exactly but he had what anyone would describe as exercise and dietary issues…well, I don’t really know what his diet is but if you told me he eats nothing but pasta and banana cream pies and pints of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream I wouldn’t be surprised…okay, maybe surprised as I don’t believe anyone could stay alive after eating that crap day after day but either way he looks like Mr. Creosote…I hope I never look that way.” **
No questions about “Please Mr. Kennedy” — too familiar, over-discussed.
I don’t care what Driver says about Kylo Ren. Trust me, he doesn’t miss him a bit. He likes the money but that’s par for the course.
Marriage Story costar Scarlett Johansson (aka “ScarJo”) was also supposed to sit down with Thompson, but she bailed at the last minute. She was in Santa Barbara yesterday afternoon, staying with b.f. Colin Jost at the five-star Miramar but became “violently ill” around dinner hour.
Whatever actually happened is her business, but I’m generally suspicious of people who use the term “violently ill.” It’s overly dramatic. Sounds like they’re trying too hard. I’ve been ill from time to time, but never “violently” ill. What is that anyway? You’re so ill you start turning over tables and slugging people?
I tried to file yesterday afternoon about Thursday night’s Renee Zellweger tribute, but I fell behind. She’s a very skilled performer in all senses of that term, social included. She’s unfailingly demure, gracious, low-key but always with a chuckle or a quip. She has the Best Actress Oscar in the bag so it’s all smooth sliding at this point. THR‘s Scott Feinberg handled the interview like a pro.
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