Oscar Poker Reboot

Sasha Stone and I have leapt back into the podcast fray — Oscar Poker, Part Deux. A weekly thing with occasional extras and detours. But on Substack this time. The usual strategy applies — free at first and then paywalled. And not just anti-woke rants and whatnot.

We spoke for an hour earlier today — (a) Avatar 2 vs. other Best Picture contenders that haven’t much chance. (b) how many more years will the woke plague endure?, (c) kicking around Nat’l Board of Review winners (what happened to Tar?), (d) this weekend’s White Lotus finale, etc.

Please join us in daring to give a shit. How can Sasha and I be a little different? Is there anyone in Media/Journo/Hunger Land who isn’t podcasting?

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Friends of “Empire of Light” (Installment #1)

From Ann Hornaday‘s Washington post review, posted on 12.7.22: “Empire of Light is a soothingly beautiful film — visually pleasing, emotionally rich, and authentically touching when it comes to Hilary and Stephen’s” — Olivia Colman and Michael Ward‘s — “evolving relationship. A shot early in the film, in which Hilary tends to the box office alone, exudes a Hopper-esque tone of elegiac solitude. With this bittersweet gem of a film, Mendes has given spectators a modest but profound gift: the reminder that, at their best, movies offer us not just a refuge, but a way to join the thrum of life, in all its pain and ungovernable glory.”

From Peter Bradshaw’s 9.12.22 Guardian review, filed from the Toronto Film Festival: “In his first solo outing as a writer as well as director, Sam Mendes has [made] an engrossing, poignantly observed and beautifully acted drama about love, life and the fragile art of moviegoing. And he does it with all the more urgency now that cinema is under threat again after Covid. This film takes something from the tenderness and sadness of movies like The Smallest Show on Earth or Cinema Paradiso or The Last Picture Show. But Mendes brings his own distinctive sense of personal drama, his adroit handling of actors and his sweet tooth for catchy jukebox slams, a style I remember from his American Beauty. Here we get invigorating blasts of Bob Dylan’s ‘It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)’ and Joni Mitchell’s ‘You Turn Me on I’m a Radio.'”

From Leah Greenblatt‘s Entertainment Weekly review, posted on 9.4.22: “Olivia Colman, her eyes darting between hope and devastation, is so lit-up and specific (and funny, a quality that doesn’t seem to get mentioned enough) that she lifts nearly every scene in Empire of Light. And Michael Ward, a 24-year-old newcomer who looks a bit like Sidney Poitier at that age, is remarkably warm and grounded in a part that could easily have been swallowed by the Oscar winner playing across from him. The legendary cinematographer Roger Deakins — who last won an Oscar for Mendes’ 1917 — gives their beach trips and late-night bus rides a suffused glow. Even in a movie as modest as Empire, Mendes fills out the corners of his story with carefully observed details and eccentric characters, weaving them into a sort of sweetly self-contained whole.”

From Richard Lawson‘s Vanity Fair review, posted on 9.14.22: “[This is] an achingly lovely film — the best Mendes has yet made…humane and nourishing, a picture of rare thoughtfulness and decency.”

No Problem With “Maverick” Winning Top NBR Prize

Wait…Glass Onion‘s Janelle Monae wins Best Supporting Actress? The NBR guys thought she was better than Banshees of Inisherin‘s Kerry Condon? That’s ridiculous. That’s on the level of the New York Film Critics Circle handing their Best Supporting Actress trophy to Keke Palmer. Even handing the Best Director prize to RRR‘s S. S. Rajamouli makes more sense. What happened to Tar? Answer: They hated it.

Saying Again

In the wake of Christine McVie‘s recent passing and the inevitable lists of her most-beloved tracks, almost no one mentioned “Did You Ever Love Me“, a 1973 single that was co-written and co-performed by McVie and Bob Welch. It didn’t sell but I loved it way back when, and I still do. How deaf or hearing-impaired are her admirers to not even mention this song? C’mon….

Christine McVie — vocals, keyboards; Bob Welch — guitar; Bob Weston — guitar, backing vocals; John McVie — bass; Mick Fleetwood — drums; steel drums by Ralph Richardson, Russel Valdez and Fred Totesaut.

So Well Remembered

“They do what they wanna do, say what they wanna say, live how they wanna live, play how they wanna play, dance how they wanna dance, kick and they slap a friend…the Addams Fam-uhl-LEE!”

The kids (three-year-old Jett, two-year-old Dylan) and I used to sing “Addams Groove” in the car. Doesn’t feel like 31 years ago. When did David Spade do that M.C. Hammer bit on one of his SNL “Hollywood Minute” segments? Can’t find it on YouTube.

“She’s On Her Way Home”

After foolishly flying into Russia last February with a small amount of hash oil, which led to an arrest, a trial and a long prison sentence, WNBA star Brittney Griner has been swapped for demonic arms dealer Viktor Bout and is now flying back home. President Joe Biden approved the deal late last week — a big political win any way you slice it.