Day: July 10, 2023

Variety‘s Matt Donnelly is reporting that a SAG strike is not only imminent but hours away. If there’s no deal by Wednesday then forget it — the whole industry shuts down. No more promotional appearances by talent (including appearances at the Venice, Telluride, Toronto and New York film festivals) as well as a halt of all film and TV productions. “It would be a miracle at this point” to reach a deal by this Wednesday, one producer told Donnelly. As with the WGA strikers, the key issue appears to be about the sharing of streaming revenues. I don’t know anything but this is what’s being reported as we speak.

When Mission: Impossible — Dead Reckoning Part One opens tomorrow, audiences will rediscover Henry Czerny‘s Eugene Kittridge, playing not just the IMF director but one of the great all-time, upper-level, intelligence community dickheads.

If you’re any kind of fan of this franchise, you know that Kittridge, who’s been absent since his debut appearance in Brian DePalma‘s Mission Impossible (’96), is a near carbon copy of Czerny’s original upper-level intelligence community dickhead — CIA deputy director Robert Ritter in Phillip Noyce‘s Clear and Present Danger (’94).

While Ritter and the ’96 version of Kittridge were two peas in a pod — identical appearance, brusque, cynical, bespectacled — the present version of Kittridge is a slightly different species. Gray-haired, a bit heavier and with a sense of the absurd about the high-end intelligence car-chase and train-wreck racket, as some of his lines register in a deadpan humor vein.

HE is more of a fan of Ritter than Kittridge as Ritter would never, ever fuck around — he meant every damn word and never considered any sort of black-humor perspective.

What am I really saying? Clear and Present Danger played it straight and for the most part unironically while Mission: Impossible — Dead Reckoning Part One is a double tracker — mostly an ace-level thriller but partly (or at least at times) a Buster Keaton action film, as some of the action hijinks summon titters and guffaws.

Unfriendly friendo: “I figured I’d clarify the situation on that recent French Connection piece that you’re so riled about. The one written by the N.Y. Times Magazine‘s Neila Orr, I mean.

“First off, the New York Times Magazine operates from a completely different staff than the daily paper does. One hand is never informed as to what the other is doing. Given the writer is a story editor on the magazine, it’s likely that she just decided to write it up herself.

“Second, the front-of-the-book rubric under which the piece appears, “Screenland,” is strictly an opinion (or wankery) column. It’s not reported as such. It’s just a given writer going off. So the author can’t be faulted for not doing reporting; it’s not a reported column — it’s a thumbsucker. You’re asking something of it that it doesn’t have to be. It’s an op-ed and it’s written as such. I didn’t find Orr’s piece particularly satisfactory, but that’s the way it is.”

HE replies: “Nonetheless Orr, cautiously assigned to write about the the French Connection censorship for an obvious reason, was writing a piece about a still-unsolved and mystifying situation, and she didn’t even attempt the boilerplate option of asking for explanations from Friedkin and Disney. I’m sorry but that’s stunning. How long does it take to make a couple of calls or bang out a couple of emails? What, she couldn’t be bothered?

“Imagine a Times staffer writing a thoughtful essay about the recent disappearance of Amelia Earhart in, say, early August 1937, or only a few weeks after Earhart’s plane was reported missing on 7.2.37. Imagine a Times staffer not even inquiring about the latest findings while putting the piece together.

“As a representative of The N.Y. Times, Orr would have obviously been able to request statements or perhaps even land an interview or two — a request that may have actually elicited a response, given the Paper of Record’s lordly history and cultural standing.

“And yet Orr chose not to go there because…what’s the explanation again? Because she and her editors live inside an elite, cloistered, administrative membrane (i.e., the Times‘ weekly magazine) that apparently derives satisfaction and solace from, among other things, turning off the curiosity switch.

“But hey, at least she was able to exercise her authority (by way of identity and birthright) by typing out the actual N-word. Impressive! I’m sure this got the attention of Donald G. McNeil Jr., who was almost certainly amused.”

But there’s solace in the fact that several gay friendos feel Ken’s pain and have his back, etc. Strength in numbers!

In the matter of the besieged Jonathan Majors, I decided between late March and late April that the actor was in serious career trouble and probably toast. On 3.25 Majors was arrested in Manhattan on charges of strangulation, assault and harassment of longtime girlfriend Grace Jabbari.

I noted that two statements seemed to mitigate — one by Majors’ attorney Priya Chaudhry that claimed Majors is “innocent and has not abused anyone,” and that “irrefutable evidence [shows] that the charges are false”, and another by the 30-year-old Jabbari that the incident had been overblown and that she didn’t mean to create all this trouble.

But then Majors was dropped as a client by both his management company, Entertainment 360, and the public relations firm, the Lede Company. And then on 4.19 Variety‘s Tatiana Siegel reported that “sources” are saying Majors “is now a suspect in multiple cases of assault and abuse” and that “several alleged victims have reportedly come forward and are cooperating with the D.A.’s office.”

Figuring he was probably done for, I didn’t even pay attention to a 6.29 N.Y. Times story, reported by Jonah E. Bromwich and Chelsia Rose Marcius, stating that the N.Y.P.D. has evidence to arrest Jabbari.

Chaudhry is saying that the charges are “a complete lie“, and that in fact “it was Ms. Jabbari who assaulted her client.” [Chaudhry] has also said that Ms. Jabbari, a dancer who had worked as a movement coach on one of Mr. Majors’s movies, stole personal belongings from his home. Chaudhry is stating that Jabbari “physically confronted Majors, hitting and scratching him, and that she went out clubbing and later passed out in a closet at his home, waking up with injuries to her finger and ear.”

Excerpt: “Late last week, the police issued what is known as an I-card for Ms. Jabbari. The I-card, which appears in a department database, is different from an arrest warrant, which is typically signed by a judge, but alerts officers that there is probable cause to arrest Ms. Jabbari.”

World of Reel‘s Jordan Ruimy brought the 6.29 Times story to my attention. I apologize for having blown it off.

The French-speaking Jordan Ruimy has reminded everyone that Chris Nolan‘s Oppenheimer (Universal, 7.21) will screen for Paris journos tomorrow morning (Tuesday, 7.11) at two locations — Le Grand Rex (1 Blvd. Poissonnière, 75002 Paris) and Le Cinematheque francaise (51 Rue de Bercy, 75012 Paris).

The review embargo will lift at 11:30 pm Paris time, or 5:30 pm in New York City.

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