Day: August 19, 2022

In that six-year-old, water-under-the-bridge FBI report about the Brad Pitt-Angelina Jolie altercation aboard a private plane, Jolie alleges that Pitt “grabbed her by the shoulders,” shook her, punched the ceiling and pushed her into a bathroom wall. Or words to that effect.

That’s alcohol for you. Never drink and argue. Pitt was drunk and it wasn’t cool. But it wasn’t that bad either, to go by various descriptions.

HE question: Brad and Angie get into ONE fight in which some pushing and bruising happened and it’s an instant divorce situation? No “Brad, you need to go to AA and stop drinking”? Just an immediate “that’s it, we’re finished, move your stuff out”?

Yes, the rattled Jolie filed for divorce almost immediately. And that, son, is what’s known as a flimsy marriage hanging by a thread.

The airborne incident, in short, may have been the straw that broke the camel’s back. Some believe it was propelled by a belief on Jolie’s part (based on a p.i. report) that Brad was putting the high hard one to Marion Cotillard during the filming of Allied.

Excerpt from 8.19 Facebook post by Robert Chandler, a Brit:

“During a flight a couple of days ago, I watched John Huston‘s The Treasure of the Sierra Madre for the first time in my life.

“Now a hale and hearty 74 years old, this gold-mining allegory (greed, capitalism) is shockingly good and uncompromising. It is spare and essential, and full of excellent performances.

“I had no idea where the story was heading or how it played out for Humphrey Bogart‘s character, Fred C. Dobbs. There’s no vanity in Bogart’s performance, no weakness, no movie-star nod to the camera that says ‘hey, I’m a good guy, really.’

“Bogart’s performance is matched by his fellow drifter on the gold trail, played by Tim Holt, and then exceeded (perhaps) by the director’s father, Walter Huston, as a veteran prospector who talks with a frenzied excitement but has his greatest moment in a scene where he says very little as he saves the life of a drowned Mexican boy.

“There’s an incredible moment where Bogart, after a moment of betrayal, is shown being consigned to hell when he rolls nearer to the campfire and the flames rise up in the camera as it tracks in to reframe him.

“The Tampico kid who gets his face doused while selling lottery tickets is played by a young Robert Blake, who had a colorful and lengthy Hollywood career, including playing one of the killers in Richard Brooks‘ In Cold Blood (’67). But he’ll always be known — at least to my generation in the UK who frenzy-fed on cult movies at the Scala — as the pint-sized cop in Electra Glide In Blue (’73).

“Sierra Madre plays fresh and hard, and is exciting to watch. No scene is wasted. If anything, it’s a refreshing reminder of how film stories used to be told sparely and without compromise.”

Until today it honestly hadn’t occured to me that Tony Scott‘s Spy Game (’01) is some kind of rough remake of Sydney Pollack‘s Three Days of the Condor (’75). And that Scott’s Enemy of the State (’98) is some kind of rough remake of Coppola’s The Conversation (’74). I’m not arguing — I’m saying “oh, yeah?”

In Stephen Frears‘ fact-based, semi-fictionalized The Lost King (IFC Films), Sally Hawkins plays Philippa Langley, who ten years ago (2012) was able to guesstimate the accurate location of the bones of Richard III. Steve Coogan (who co-wrote the script with Stan & Ollie‘s Jeff Pope) plays Langley’s husband; Game of Thrones costar Harry Lloyd is an imaginary ghost of King Richard.

The film will premiere at next month’s Toronto International Film Festival.

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The difference between Paul Schrader‘s American Gigolo (’80) and Jerry Bruckheimer and Jon Bernthal‘s American Gigolo TV series (Paramount+/Showtime)…let me start again.

The difference between Richard Gere‘s Julian Kaye, who was supposed to be around 30, and Bernthal’s version of Kaye (15 years older in 1995, or Bernthal’s actual age of 45)…let me start again.

The difference between Gere and Bernthal is that the ’80 version of Gere was sexually attractive — smooth, sensual, well-tended — and Bernthal is ripped and intense but a lot less fuckable than Gere. He’s not unattractive, but he’s nowhere close to young Gere’s league.

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“I am a brilliant, neurotic, judgmental little prick in need of some Prague neck-wattle work**, but the combination of my lacerating wit plus my spirited madman persona is killer and I know it, especially since I take the time to write good material before coming on the show.” — Martin Short muttering to himself between commercial breaks on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon.

Slight objection: Short began with “James Thomas Fallon — my God, your name screams out diversity!” Translation: We’re both Irish — my dad was an Irish Catholic emigrant from Northern Ireland, and my mom comes from English and Irish stock — so in today’s woke realm we’re almost an endangered minority…would it help if we apologized for being white Irish guys?

Bottom line: Chiding Fallon for not being diverse isn’t funny — it’s actually kinda paranoid.

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We all understand that within the conservative nutbag Presidential preference realm, Florida governor Ron DeSantis (who is not a nutbag) is ascending and Donald Trump (a totally deranged, anti-Democratic narcissistic crime boss) is declining.

If it has to be one of the other, DeSantis is obviously the saner, less scary choice. But it’s starting to hit me that DeSantis doesn’t really have it in terms of JFK- or Obama-level charisma. And that’s a big thing not to have. He doesn’t even have that Trump swagger thing.

One, he’s not slender enough and in fact seems a tiny bit chubby — he’s certainly on the stocky side. DeSantis is nowhere near as fat as Trump, but a would-be President has to look trim and healthy and well-disciplined — daily workouts, no 11 pm cookie-jar raids. Do you think Jack Kennedy would have squeaked out a victory over Richard Nixon if he’d had a Ron DeSantis body? Think again.

And two, DeSantis has cold beady eyes. He doesn’t radiate warmth or charm. He seems like a semi-reasonable fellow, but something inside him seems prickly and prick-ish.

Bottom line: Cold eyes, chunky bod, prickish vibes…DeSantis probably can’t win.

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Louis CK: “It’s kind of conflated things, Twitter has. I don’t think anyone on Twitter means anything they say. I don’t think a single tweet is really sincere. It’s just a calculation of “what is this tweet gonna do?”, and it’s based [upon] fear and hope, which [are] both dumb things…”

HE response: Not true when it comes to a certain percentage of political tweets, and not true when it comes to “this is what I know” life-wisdom tweets. And I never tweet insincerely. I mean every damn word, even when I’m being facetious.

…it’s bad karma for the relationship. Because a film jointly made by a famous couple is like a child, and if the child fails to make its own way by winning respect from critics or at least from paying audiences, this is often…okay, sometimes interpreted as a referendum on the couple itself. And then a certain vibe takes hold.

There is some evidence to back up this theory, but with significant exceptions. The success of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? aside, the union of Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor endured several mediocre films. The marriage of George C. Scott and Trish Van Devere not only survived the debacle of The Savage Is Loose (‘74) but 25 subsequent years of living until Scott’s passing in ‘99.

I’m mentioning this theory because I’m starting to suspect that the response to Olivia Wilde’s Don’t Worry, Darling (Warner Bros., 9.23), a ‘50s-era white-male-conspiracy creeper in the vein of The Stepford Wives, is not going to strengthen Wilde’s relationship with Harry Styles.

Have I seen Darling? No. What do I actually know about its quality? Apart from the fact that no big-name film festivals will be screening it except for an out–of–competition slot in Venice, very little.

So why don’t I just shut the hell up? Because I can feel it. Because the insect antennae vibrations are ringing in my ears. Largely due to the trailer.

The general presumption is that Amazon’s My Policeman, a gay-themed British indie in which Styles plays the lead (and which is debuting in Toronto), is the better bet.

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Three to four hundred bills for high-end heating pots at Bed, Bath and Beyond? You can pay even more, of course, for Nancy Meyers-style copper pots**. If you’re into fashion or status statements with kitchen ware, $400 is a drop in the bucket…right? Not this horse.

** No filmmaker living or dead has done more to promote the magnificent owning of copper pots than Meyers.

As far as they go, HE approves of high–end compact wallets. The built-in tracking devices are especially welcome as I’m sometimes unsure of my wallet’s hiding place. But I prefer my old–school, king–size, elephant–hide leather wallet, which I’ve had since the mid ‘90s. Ample and manly and worn down by time…an Ernest Hemingway wallet that can hold a passport, wads of cash, eight hard-plastic cards, unfolded Telluride passes and so on.

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