Something To Remember

…when Baz Luhrmann‘s Elvis opens on 6.24.22, and particulary (for me) when it has its big premiere in Cannes in a very few weeks….from Pauline Kael‘s review of This Is Elvis:

“There an authentic mystery about Elvis: when we see footage from his early Hollywood movies, he’s only a kid of twenty-one or -two, yet he has the zonked eyes of his later years and he seems to be alive only from the waist down. He walks through his starring roles with his face somnolent and masked; you don’t have a clue what he’s thinking. (He was a terrible actor — he must have understood that he would never amount to diddly in these crum-bum movies, and been resentful and bored.)

“At twenty-three he was inducted in the Army, and the newsreel footage of him being given a G.I. haircut and during the two years of his service (1958 to 1960) shows him more open-faced than at any other time. The sneering, Greek-statue look he had in his movies disappears; he’s leaner and his smile is boyish. But as soon as he’s out of the Army and resumes his movie career, the surly overripeness is back.

“The mixture in Elvis — part artist, part exhibitionist, part good ole boy, part romantic kid, part unknown — could have only fused in pop culture, and it didn’t fuse for long.”

Dead-Tree Clippings

We all clean house every so often, but (and I know this is familiar to every older person in this racket) it’s very emotionally difficult to toss or put aside articles from 25 and 30 years ago. You think back to the blood, sweat and tears that went into each one, and the feeling swells. A little eye moisture. We all have to refresh and let the past go, but it hurts so much.

Go Meta, Go Broke

Directorwriter: “If you check the blacklist, as well as talk to agents and writers around town, there were a whole slew of meta comedies written for stars to play themselves, and those have since been scuttled or shifted to streaming, perhaps after Unbearable Weight tanked.

“There was one written for Mickey Rourke to play himself and there are a half dozen of these meta pieces. A few spec scripts were penned for Liam Neeson to spoof his image, now on the backburner after Lionsgate failed to open yet another comedy. The marketing over there is the worst.”

Only The Timid

HE to Barbara Broccoli: Yes, it will take a long time to bring a dead man back to life. Unless, of course, the next two or three Bond films will be prequels. Then it’ll be fine. Set in the early ‘60s, let’s say.

Sidenote: Does anyone believe that Broccoli, a timid, finger-to-the-wind franchise caretaker if there ever was one, would even flirt with committing to a prequel realm?

Back to message: Wait, hold on…killing Daniel Craig’s 007 in No Time to Die was more of a metaphorical gesture to feminist #MeToo cadres than an actual dramatic death, you say? And with that gesture now part of movie history you feel free to reanimate “James Bond” except make him (or her) trans or gay or an agent of color? Is that what you have in mind?

Don’t Cancel Mickey Rourke

HE to Robespierre Woke Comintern: Please consider HE’s solemn, bended-knee plea that the international woke terror brigade not cancel or otherwise severely punish Mickey Rourke for having earlier this month praised director Roman Polanski from the set of The Palace, which may (rushed as it sounds) debut at the22 Venice Film Festival.