Day: November 3, 2022

“This is a ‘it can’t happen to us’ moment, except it’s happening to us.” Basic idea: “Goodbye, Democracy.”

A friend and I were discussing Elegance Braton‘s The Inspection (A24, 11.18), a drama about homophobia in the Marine Corps. At one point I asked about the off-screen orientation of Jeremy Pope, who plays the lead character. Whoops!

“What does Pope’s sexuality have to do with anything?,” came the reply. “Who cares? He’s twice been Tony-nominated, and both noms were in the same year. And he’s spectacular in The Inspection. Plus he’ll soon be back on Broadway playing Basquiat.”

“I always want to know who’s who and what’s doing,” I said. “And, as you know, today’s rule of thumb when it comes to gay characters is that it’s inauthentic for straight actors to play them. Tom Hanks recently said that he couldn’t play his gay Philadelphia character in today’s realm, that audiences wouldn’t accept that, he said. I presumed from the get-go that Pope wouldn’t have been cast in The Inspection if he weren’t gay, but I asked nonetheless out of idle curiosity. If Pope was straight his casting would be unusual in a 2022 context, and I was wondering if anyone is defying or ignoring the basic requirements.

“The answer in this instance is ‘no — Pope’s Inspection casting went right by the book.'”

Significant Northeastern Critic: “I’m with you on this.”

Originally posted on 8.12.18: If there’s one thing film twitter wants you to abandon, it’s your comfort zone. Be brave, step over the fence and experience the exotic, uncertain, challenging realms that exist outside of your little piddly backyard. Of course! Hollywood Elsewhere agrees that people who refuse to step outside of their c.z. are missing so much and absorbing so little in the way of life-giving nutrients or eye-opening realizations. I’ve been in rooms with people who don’t want to see what they don’t want to see, and it’s not pretty. The wrong kind of vibe.

On the other hand I’ve always defined “comfort zone” in a different way.

To me a comfort movie is one that presents three basic things. One, semi-recognizable human behavior (i.e., bearing at least some resemblance to that which you’ve observed in your own life, including your own something-to-be-desired, occasionally less-than-noble reactions to this or that challenge). Two, some kind of half-believable story in which various behaviors are subjected to various forms of emotional or psychological stress and strain. (This should naturally include presentations of inner human psychology, of course, as most people tend to hide what they’re really thinking or scheming to attain.) And three, action that adheres to the universal laws of physics — i.e., rules that each and every life form has been forced to submit to since the beginning of time.

The physics thing basically means that I can enjoy or at least roll with superhero fantasy popcorn fare, but on the other hand these films have a way of delivering a form of profound irritation and even depression if you watch enough of them.

There are, in short, many ways of telling stories that (a) contain recognizable human behavior, (b) engaging stories and (c) adhere to basic laws of gravity, inertia and molecular density. I’m talking about tens of thousands of square miles of human territory, and movies that include Her, Solaris, Boyhood, Betrayal, Children of Men, Leviathan, Thelma and Louise, Superbad, Cold War, Across 110th Street, Shoot the Piano Player, Them!, A Separation, The Silence, Se7en, Holy Motors, Silver Linings Playbook, The Death of Mr. Lazarescu, Hold That Ghost, The Miracle Worker, The Wolf Man, Ikiru, Crossfire, Long Day’s Journey Into Night, Duck Soup, Moonlighting, What’s Up, Tiger Lily?, the better screwball comedies of the ’30s, The Blob, First Reformed, Ichi the Killer, The Equalizer 2, Adaptation, Four Months, Three Weeks and Two Days, Punch Drunk Love, Out Of the Past, Danton, Some Like It Hot, The Big Sky and God knows how many hundreds or thousands of others.

But if a movie presents human behavior that I regard as completely unrecognizable or nonsensical, that insists on ignoring the way things are out there (or “in” there), I tune out. And if you don’t like that, tough.

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Martin McDonagh‘s The Banshees of Inisherin opens today. All shrewd-minded, able-bodied Hollywood Elsewhere contributors need to see it tonight, tomorrow or Saturday and make their reactions known.

In a “reading the Oscar tea leaves” piece, IndieWire‘s Anne Thompson speculated that “the stealth candidate from wily Searchlight is Martin McDonagh’s The Banshees of Inisherin, which could build support from the speciality-leaning and international side of the Academy.”

Translation: In a pig’s eye.

Jordan Ruimy: “Banshees is brilliant, acerbic and tinged with melancholia, but it might be a tad too artfully vague for Oscar voters tastes.

“I’ll be more than happy if my assumption turns out to be wrong and McDonagh wins the top prize, but if you’ve seen Banshees then you know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s a bitter film about how bitter life is.”

HE: “A film about eccentric oddballs, incomprehensible Irish nihilism and bloody fat finger stumps is NOT going to connect with a plurality of Academy voters. Forget it.”

Northeastern Hotshot Critic: “I’m with you on this.”

Walter Hill is not crazy. He’s not eccentric. He turned 80 last January, and he’s Walter “you’d better believe it” Hill, and this is how he put it:

If I could magically transform Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning, Part One into a film that I would be genuinely interested in seeing as opposed to one that I’m vaguely or robotically inclined to see out of a sense of habit or historical duty, I would make it into a film about assassinating Vladimir Putin. But an extra-clever, light-fingered hit that’s so fleet and stealthy that no one even realizes it’s a hit.

Okay, his security guys might strongly suspect that Ethan and the team were behind it, but they can’t prove anything. The ice-picking of Putin pulled off with the same efficiency that Paul Newman and Robert Redford and the gang used to fleece Robert Shaw in The Sting. I would love to see that movie.

Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One opens on 7.14.23. Dead Reckoning Part Two pops on 6.28.24.

…who claims to have been “violently ill.” Even if you’ve become stricken with some awful stomach virus that results in uncontrollable vomiting, say, I don’t trust that term. It sounds too rehearsed or cooked up. Like something you might say after a facetime phone chat with your publicist.

The sickest I’ve ever been happened in Marrakech in the summer of ’76. It came after eating a dish of Couscous at a rooftop restaurant. I awoke around 1 ayem, weak and whimpering. I spent the next twelve hours “making love to the toilet,” as my girlfriend of the time put it.

But there was nothing “violent” about it. It was more about laying down and surrendering to the void. Around 3 or 4 am I said to myself, “Okay, this might be it…I might die. But at least when I depart this awful nausea will stop, and I can merge with the infinite in peace.”

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