I’ve said before that I’m not especially interested in Disney’s live-action, Robert Zemeckis-directed, Tom Hanks-starring musical Pinocchio (Disney, 9.8), and that my real interest is in Guillermo del Toro‘s fascist-Italy version, which Netflix will premiere on 12.9.22. I don’t think I even want to see the Disney version, to be honest. But what a trouncing by Rotten Tomatoes and Metacritic.
If I, Jeffrey Wells, were to suddenly be thrust into the living pages of Bethan Roberts' romance novel and thereby literally become Tom Burgess, a young British policeman in 1950s Brighton, I would not secretly fall in love with Patrick Hazlewood, a 40ish museum curator. I might find him excellent company and a good fellow, but no heavy breathing...sorry.
Login with Patreon to view this post
Bernard Shaw was a first-rate TV news journalist who peaked during his time at CNN (1980-2001).
Shaw’s second most memorable moment with CNN was reporting from Baghdad on the 1991 Gulf War (“This feels like we’re in the center of hell“).
But there’s no question that Shaw’s most consequential moment happened when he drilled Democratic presidential candidate Michael Dukakis with a highly emotional question that by normal human standards demanded some kind of emotional response. Dukakis’s refusal to answer with his heart did a lot to kill his chances of being elected.
Shaw had asked if Dukakis would support an “irrevocable death penalty” for a man who had hypothetically raped and murdered Dukakis’s wife. Dukakis’s reply was logical, measured and legalistic, and so doing he defined himself as a chilly technocrat.
In the wake of his mother’s passing at age 96, the 73-year-old Charles, Prince of Wakes, has unofficially become the King of England, to be ceremoniously crowned in due time. It was only two days ago when Queen Elizabeth received the new Prime Minister, Liz Truss, in Balmoral Castle. The moment has happened; no one is gut-punched; tradition soldiers on. Ten days of pomp and cirumstance to follow.
Postedyesterday: “You know who radiated an undercurrent of sexuality along with a sexual past, and who would’ve been a perfect Lady Chatterly (albeit one with a slight Swedish accent)? The Ingrid Bergman of 1945, when she was making Notorious or, if you will, Spellbound. There was never the slightest question that Bergman knew her way around a four-poster and then some.
Login with Patreon to view this post
6 pm update: I've been wised up about Don't Worry Darling, and basically the '50s thing is all bullshit. I won't say how or why but it's not to be trusted. So everything that follows is beside the point as the '50s thing, and therefore the "presentism" I've spoken about, is off the table, so to speak.
Login with Patreon to view this post