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.

“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.

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.

Thoughts about the ruinous Sight & Sound poll of 2022 have been repeatedly posted here, but please read Armond White‘s 12.7 condemnation piece.

“The film-loving tradition of Britain’s Sight and Sound magazine, especially its international poll on ‘The Greatest Films of All Time’, is over,” White declares. “[By] announcing the decennial poll’s latest results — Jeanne Dielman tops the list now, as Vertigo did in 2012 — S&S has ruined its trustworthiness [and] is no longer a reliable consensus, as the poll has fragmented film culture into political sects.”

That is exactly what’s happened.

I was planning on taking a couple of Connecticut friendos to a showing of Sam Mendes‘ Empire of Light (Seachlight, 12.9) this weekend, except it’s primarily playing in Manhattan so I guess not. Empire won’t open wide until 12.23.

Searchlight is doing a gradual roll-out due to the usual concerns. Empire was critically roughed up during Telluride ‘22, and the current critic aggregate ratings — 45% on Rotten Tomatoes, 53% on Metacritic — have probably lowered audience interest.

Which means, of course, that it’s not very good…right? Wrong. Empire of Light is a bull’s-eye everything movie — delicate, mesmerizing, perfectly timed and balanced and calculated just so.

Set in an English seaside town (Margate) in the early ’80s, it’s a bittersweet, humanistic, somewhat gauzy tale of a short-lived May-October affair as well as a nostalgic recollection of movies and the exhibition business as they existed 40-plus years ago. Exactingly directed and written by Mendes in what I believe is his finest effort yet, pic contains yet another brilliant performance by the great Olivia Colman and an exciting mainstream-cinema debut from the obviously talented (and very good-looking) Michael Ward.

I haven’t yet seen Avatar 2: The Way of Water, but screw it…Empire of Light is HE’s choice for the absolute Best Film of 2022. Seriously, no question.

I also honestly believe that the Empire of Light haters (including IndieWire‘s David Ehrlich, L.A Times‘ Justin Chang, The Telegraph‘s Tim Robey, The Globe and Mail‘s Barry Hertz) have done their readers a huge disservice. They’ve brought a terrible, brutal blight upon a film that they know is a first-class effort — as wise, particular and well-honed as they come.

The haters have shat upon on a film that many significant others are convinced is rich and fulfilling…they’ve crapped all over it because Mendes had the chutzpah (or the temerity?) to cast the young, Jamaican-born Ward as Stephen, a 20-something theatre employee who falls into a brief, tender affair with Colman’s emotionally unstable, far-side-of-40 Hillary…because a 2022 white filmmaker is not allowed to present a character of color according to the values of bygone eras….because woke presentism requires that black characters have to be strong, firm and formidable and that no racist hate can be visited upon them …and because it’s simply not cool, the haters seem to feel, for Ward’s character to engage in sexual congress (however brief) with an older, mentally unstable woman.

I know what this film is and how well it works, and I think the Empire of Light haters should be ashamed of themselves.

The thing that sparks or drives deep-down feelings when it comes to yay-nay reviews of films…that thing is often not honestly expressed or admitted to. The fact that nobody (except Barry Hertz) has expressed anger about the racial thing…about what some seem to believe is a manipulative and opportunistic attempt on Mendes’ part to use an affair between Colman and Ward to punch up some kind of contemporary current…the apparent fact is that the haters feel that Mendes’ film is sending out the wrong 2022 message. Don’t show us how bad things were 40 years ago for people of color; show us how much better things are today.

Green Book was attacked by the same crowd for telling its tale according to the social standards and values of 1962. The wokesters wanted it told and interpreted according to 2018 standards, and they went ballistic trying to kill it for that. It’s the same deal here.

It’s one thing for a critic to say that Empire of Light isn’t his or her cup of tea….that’s fine. But many of these critics are looking to kill Mendes’ film. They want it shunned and stomped upon, and that, to me, suggests that something else is going on. Either way the Searchlight people can hear the growling and smell the drops of blood.

Wokesters see themselves as white-knight defenders and protectors of BIPOCs and LGBTQs and all marginalized groups, and as infantile and obstinate as this sounds, I believe they hate this film because they simply don’t want to see Ward’s character becoming intimate with an unbalanced, Lithium-medicating white woman in her late 40s. Nor do they want to watch Stephen dodge the assaults of racist, Thatcher-era skinheads and cranky old codgers who resent his presence as a ticket-taker. Mendes is too good of a filmmaker to play the presentism game.

Before seeing Empire of Light I had trouble believing that such an affair, however discreet or short-lived, was likely between two such characters in 1980 England, especially with the National Front goons running around. I was in London in December 1980 and I felt it. I saw skinheads on the Underground and read the anti-immigrant graffiti and felt the vibe to some extent, but guess what? The movie sells it anyway. I was charmed into accepting the terms.

Because of Colman and Ward and the rest of the cast (especially Tanya Moodie as Stephen’s mom)…because of Mendes’ writing and direction and Roger Deakins‘s cinematography, and the soothing musical score by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross as well as the general aura of sublime, on-target realism…somehow it works. All of it. I believed every character, every situation.

Okay, every now and then it feels a bit emotionally forced or a touch on-the-nose. But not to any wounding extent. Because I was willing to forgive. It goes like that when you really like a film.

I was thinking last night about Artists Equity, the film production company headed by Ben Affleck and Matt Damon. And before you knew it I was on the couch and re-watching Good Will Hunting (’97), which they began writing together** around ’94. On 3.23.98 Ben and Matt won the Best Original Screenplay Oscar, during the 70th Oscar ceremony.

I was still a little bit surprised by how good the script is. I was saying to myself “Jesus, what happened to this kind of screenwriting for theatrical features?” I didn’t actually say that, but I felt a little bit stirred by the fact that Ben and Matt are at least going to try to deliver this kind of material to theatres again.

Imagine that you took this video of a smallish ape doing parallel bars on a rope bridge somewhere in Central America, and that you’re posting the video on TikTok. The action speaks for itself, but a thought occurs: “Maybe some viewers won’t understand that in a monkey-infested jungle this kind of thing can occur. Maybe it’ll help if I add a caption that underlines the obvious?”

And so you type “this was a crazy moment caught on camera”. Which means that it’s no longer a crazy moment now that it’s on TikTok, right? It was only crazy while it happened. And if I don’t explain that a camera was involved, people might…well, what would they think? Better to remove all doubt.

Bedroom window, 6:05 am. No leaves, bare trees, slush, sleet, scarves and overcoats for at least the next four months. Come late January or February the usual dreams will kick in. Flying south to Key West or better yet Belize for one. Actually that’s pretty much it.

I really admire anyone willing to learn anything new after 40, and particularly if it’s dancing the tango, playing piano or learning how to become a decent preparer of Northern Italian dishes. Snapped three or four days ago in a Los Angeles dance hall. Tatiana’s partner (not a boyfriend) is too tall for her, but he seems a good sport.

I was under the impression that Raphael Warnock would defeat Herschel Walker by…I don’t know, 51% to 49%? Slightly better as it turned out. Warnock finished with 51.2% to Walker’s 48.8%. Think of it — 48.8% of Georgia voters wanted to send Walker, that clown, to the U.S. Senate.