Two tech crises in rapid succession have disrupted the HE force field.

The day before yesterday HE’s Sonos player went awry. You don’t want to know the particulars but it took two longish tech-support phone calls over the course of 24 hours to fix the damn thing. The first tech person was an idiot; the second was smart and enterprising.

Shortly after the Sonos issue was resolved the whole wifi system went belly up. After all kinds of Spectrum tech-support agony by way of trial-and-error, it became clear that the Spectrum-provided router (five or six years old) had suddenly refused to sync. These things happen — sometimes a device just gets tired and weary and stops working properly. You just have to man up turn the other cheek.

I was told that the fastest remedy would be to go down to the WeHo Spectrum office and switch-out the malfunctioning router for a newbie. I was given an appointment time (11 am) and an appointment code. When I got there I punched in the code on the welcome screen, and of course they had no record of my having any such appointment. (The Spectrum phone-tech guy had dropped the ball.)

At first the in-store Spectrum guy (Asian, glasses, chubby) said they couldn’t help me unless my name was “in the system.” But I was told I had an appointment at 11am, I said. In any event I’m here, I pleaded, and I have the broken router. There are only four or five customers waiting right now — can’t you just slip me in when there’s an opening? Chubby spectacles shrugged his shoulders, repeated the line about “the system” blah blah.

I went to a nearby Jamba Juice and asked Spectrum tech support for advice, and they said “oh, the chubby bespectacled guy can help you…just sign in as a guest.” Which I did. I was given a new router (more Star Trek-y than the old one). I brought it home, powered it up and plugged in two identical yellow ethernet cables into two receptacles, one marked “ethernet” and the other marked “internet.”

Of course nothing has changed — the wifi is still on the fritz.

I have, however, arranged for a Spectrum engineer to visit tomorrow morning (Friday, 4.8). He/she will presumably fix the whole situation.

Oh, and by the way: The L.A. Water and Power guys turned the water off for eight hours today. That helped.

Friday, 4.8 update (6:10 am): HE is further perplexed by the strange inability of my iPhone 12 Max Pro to load web pages solely on the strength of AT&T’s normal WeHo air. (My usual home-generated wifi signal will be flat until the Spectrum repair guy arrives later this morning.) We all understand that individual carrier connectivity is always a bit slower than home or business-generated wifi, but right now HE’s AT&T signal (three bars) is anemic — it’s like being in the middle of the Sonoran desert.

Festival guy to World of Reel‘s Jordan Ruimy about David Cronenberg’s Crimes of the Future: “If people thought Crash was divisive back in ’96, this is going to create way more chaos and controversy for sure. The last 20 minutes are a very tough sit. I expect walk-outs, faintings and real panic attacks (I almost had one myself!) at the Lumière theatre. No hyperbole, I promise.”

“Lea Seydoux’s role is way too bonkers and RADICAL to contend for a Cannes Best Actress award in my book, but I’d love to be proven wrong. I see no precedent in Cannes for a performance of that caliber or genre gaining momentum with a jury…I mean. Seydoux basically plays a (very oft-naked) Gina Pane-like artist of the near future.”

Synopsis: “Saul Tenser (Viggo Mortensen) is a beloved performance artist who has embraced Accelerated Evolution Syndrome, sprouting new and unexpected organs in his body. Along with his partner Caprice (Lea Seydoux), Tenser has turned the removal of these organs into a spectacle for his loyal followers to marvel at in real-time theatre. But with both the government and a strange subculture taking note, Tenser is forced to consider what would be his most shocking performance of all.”

Pic costars Kristen Stewart, Scott Speedman, Welket Bungué and Don McKellar.

An undated article in Cinephiliabeyond.org, composed by Sven Mikulee, contains a rough, Stanley Kubrick-authored treatment for The Shining. It’s less than 70 pages long, and with a significantly different story than the one delivered by Kubrick’s 1980 film.

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” is still there, but at the end of the day Wendy Torrance (Shelley Duvall) winds up killing Wacko Jacko (Jack Nicholson) with a big knife, gut-stabbing him.

And in a huge switch, Scatman Crowthers’ Dick Halloran, the Overlook Hotel’s chef, isn’t a kindly good guy trying to save Wendy and Danny from the malicious Jack. Instead he becomes some kind of demonic figure who’s in league with the ghost of Delbert Grady. Wendy kills Halloran also.

An HE “friendo” has seen Robert Eggers’ The Northman (Focus, 4.22) and is sharing mixed-favorable impressions as far as they go.

“Never discount a true filmmaker, even with studio interference,” he remarks. “It runs 140 minutes and I was never bored, and that means something these days. It feels, obviously, very familiar, as it’s based on the legend of Amleth, which inspired Shakespeare’s Hamlet, but it’s incredibly well–directed.

“What The Northman lacks is the artful ambiguity of Eggers’ first two films, The Witch and The Lighthouse. The influence of studio notes is apparent throughout.

“But it’s not that much of a slog, and despite a little too much CG with a climax happening at the mouth of an active volcano…two naked men fighting, not the best ending…Hollywood doesn’t really make epics of this kind any more.

“You can tell Eggers wanted a more elevated, visually-driven movie but the reshoots made it more ‘entertaining.’ Hopefully a director’s cut shows up someday, more of a pure Eggers version.

“The off-the-top influences are Hamlet, Gladiator and Games of Thrones.

“Alexander Skarsgard’s lead performance is stellar. Ethan Hawke, as Skarsgaard’s murdered king-father, is in the film for maybe 10 minutes. Nicole Kidman, Hawke’s wife-queen, has a few scenes (her screen time comes to roughly 20 minutes) that she just nails. Anya Taylor Joy cuts a vivid figure.”

How many heads are split open with axes? “I’d say about a dozen,” he responds. “The killings are extremely brutal. A fair amount of intestine spilling.”

There’s some kind of nod to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, he reports, and the skull of Yorick makes an appearance.

The Northman’s review embargo lifts on April 11th.

French-dubbed trailer: