“There’s Hollywood Elsewhere and then there’s everything else. It’s your neighborhood dive where you get the ugly truth, a good laugh and a damn good scotch.”
(Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Super 8)
“Smart, reliable and way ahead of the curve … a must and invaluable read.”
(Down and Dirty Pictures Easy Riders, Raging Bulls)
“He writes with an element that any good filmmaker employs and any moviegoer uses to fully appreciate the art of film – the heart.”
–Alejandro G. Inarritu
(The Revenant, Birdman, Amores Perros)
“Nothing comes close to HE for truthfulness, audacity, and one-eyed passion and insight.”
(Salt, Clear and Present Danger, Rabbit-Proof Fence, Dead Calm)
“A rarity and a gem … Hollywood Elsewhere is the first thing I go to every morning.”
“Jeffrey Wells isn’t kidding around. Well, he does kid around, but mostly he just loves movies.”
(Almost Famous, Jerry Maguire, Vanilla Sky)
“In a world of insincere blurbs and fluff pieces, Jeff has a truly personal voice and tells it like it is. Exactly like it is, like it or not.”
–Guillermo del Toro
(Pan’s Labyrinth, Cronos, Hellboy)
“It’s clearly apparent he doesn’t give a shit what the Powers that Be think, and that’s a good thing.”
Director (The Punisher), Writer (Armageddon, The Rock)
“So when I said I’d like to leave my cowboy hat there, I was obviously saying (in my head at least) that I’d be back to stay the following year … simple and quite clear all around.”
–Jeffrey Wells, HE, January ’09
“If you’re in a movie that doesn’t work, game over and adios muchachos — no amount of star-charisma can save it.”
–Jeffrey Wells, HE
It’s a shame that musicals are mostly on the outs. Walken is a hell of a dancer. The Fatboy Slim Weapon of Choice video is spectacular.
Pennies from Heaven Power!!!!
His performance in At Close Range is phenomenal.
“I spoke to Walken one or two years later (’80 or ’81) when I went backstage at the Public Theatre after a performance of The Seagull.”
Was this before or after Natalie Wood’s death?
Walken’s The Seagull ran at the Public between 11.11.80 and 12.14.80. Natalie Wood drowned roughly a year later — 11.29.81.
“Next Stop, Greenwich Village” was the first indication of something special from not just Walken, but Jeff Goldblum, as well. There’s a painful scene of cringe comedy in which Goldblum just can’t let something go and throws away a professional opportunity in the first place. In two short sequences, Goldblum shows his intensity and charm that would be his calling card as an actor.
And Walken is just so wonderfully reptilian as Lenny Baker’s “friend”. He’s written as basically unsympathetic and definitely unapologetic, but Walken plays him with a sense that suggests he’s sad about his own nature. This is a quality that he brings to a lot of his best roles: men on the verge of obtaining- but at a remove from articulating – self-knowledge.
As a teenager, I was a big fan of Lenny Baker. With back-to-back starring roles in Greenwich Village and I Love My Wife, he seemed destined for a major career. What an awful tragedy that he died a few years later. I’ve never seen an actor engage with a live audience quite like he did. It’s odd to me that his peers and colleagues (Streep, Walken, Hurt, Lithgow) never mention him.
Even stranger, Mazursky disses his performance throughout the Greenwich Village commentary, always saying De Niro would have been better. The problem was that the character was autobiographical, and Mazursky probably wasn’t as charming a young man as he thought he was. Baker essentially got saddled with the straight role (deflecting to Walken and Goldblum and Shelley Winters), then at the end, he slaps his girlfriend around and moves to L.A.
Entering my 4th decade of not remotely caring about Jeff’s yawn-inducing time-filler anecdotes about the sad celebrity connections to “Wilton, CT,” his beloved hometown, wherever that is. No one cares, fuck Chance Browne.
Fairfield County might as well be a completely different state than the rest of Connecticut. And that’s where celebrities who don’t want to live in NYC proper flock to. But go about 20 miles east, you’re in Bridgeport which is charitably hell on earth.
You’re right about Bridgeport. Just driving through that town gives me the willies.
I guess you must care enough to hit on the website, then hit on the story, then log in, then take the time to compose a reply, then re-read it and make a few changes, and then press ‘post’.
I guess you must care that much.
You know you’re a dick, and that it doesn’t reflect well, and you keep it up regardless.
That interminable Russian wedding scene was Ukrainian, and it’s one of the best first acts ever captured on film in movie history. Period.
Oh, that’s right…there’s a HYUUGE difference between Ukranian and Russian cultures. Good God, that wedding scene went on and on and on and on. At least 30 or 35 minutes, and possibly closer to 40. I was sitting there going “Jesus, is this a joke?” There was a chorus of wedding invitees and churchgoers singing in harmony in their native Ukranian tongue…it was HORRIBLE. And then a smash cut to Vietnam.
Every time I think about Christopher Walken, I terribly miss him in advance.
The likes of him will never be seen again.
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