When asked by Attitude magazine if Ryan Gosling‘s Ken is gay [start at 2:35 mark] and if the film is inclusive in this particular respect, Barbie star-producer Margot Robbie answers with a flabbergasting sidestep**:
“It is but they are all dolls…so they don’t actually have sexual orientations because they don’t have any organs or reproductive organs.”
Due respect, but that’s a dishonest reply. Ken is as gay as Liberace or William S. Burroughs ever were, and probably more so.
“They’re Kenning all over each other.” — RyanGosling.
Hollywood Onramp‘s Jay Troutman (or is it Jake Troutman or Jay Cutler?) has spilled the visual beans on Oppenheimer. Sorry, fans, but it sounds like the same con as before….a wowser factor that is cool but limited.
A relatively small percentage of the viewing public will be watching Oppenheimer in a proper IMAX theatre on a massive screen. And it’s time to come clean: Like Tenet and other IMAX-shot Nolan films, only a certain portion of this upcoming film (7.21) will be projected within the boxy 1.43:1 aspect ratio.
A healthy-sized portion will be presented within a 1.9:1 or 2.2:1 aspect ratio — more or less 2:1 a la Vittorio Storaro. So all the “you absolutely must see it in true-blue IMAX!” hype is basically a shell game.
True-blue IMAX delivers a 15-perf, 70mm image with a boxy aspect ratio (i.e., 1.43:1 or a bit wider than 1.37:1, only much bigger) and a widescreen 1.9:1 or 2.2:1 aspect ratio for smaller, non-IMAX-scale screens.
“The thing is, the IMAX camera is big and loud, so it’s not great for scenes in small rooms with quiet dialogue. Sometimes [the editors] would be like ‘is there a lawnmower in this scene? Where’s the lawnmower coming from?” So Chris Nolan also used the Panavision System 65 5-perf format.”
Eric Kohn: “The bulk of Oppenheimer is men in rooms talking.”
In the shooting stage “both formats use the same film stock, but IMAX captures an image 15 perforations wide while System 65 captures an image five-perfs tall.
“In order to mix these formats together, the five-perf shots are optically blown up to 15 perf and the IMAX 15 perf shots are optically reduced in size.
“You can also see that the different formats result in different shapes, in what we call aspect ratios. The IMAX image is taller than the five-perf image. That means when you go to a proper IMAX theatre with a 1.43:1 screen, anything shot with an IMAX camera will fill the full screen while anything shot by the five-perf camera will have black bars at the top and bottom.
“If you go see the five-perf 70 millimeter print, which [Universal] marketing is calling 70 millimeter film, the image will have a 2.2:1 aspect ratio, and anything shot by the IMAX camera will have have the top and bottom cut off.
“Now you might think that would be a deal-breaker, but [Chris Nolan and his team] always had these different frames in mind. And the 2.2:1 frame is actually what Chris and editor Jennifer Lame were looking at through most of the editing process.
“We had both 2.2 and 1.43 footage in our AVID timelines so they could watch both to make sure everything was working, but the main aspect ratio we worked in was 2.2.”
“This right here is the decline of western culture, summed up in a single image. And this movie is the literal personification of everything wrong with modern entertainment.” — from The Critical Drinker’s “Snow White Looks Hilariously Bad.”
“I’m not sure that [Ron DeSantis] is very good at this. Charmless is putting it nicely with this man, who is a bit dull.” — Brendan Buck.
DeSantis just doesn’t have the spirit or the lift. He has beady eyes, a squashed-in nose and a sourpuss manner. He’s more than 20 points behind Donald Trump, and is obviously toast.
If I were a Republican primary voter I wouldn’t like the idea of Tim Scott all that much.. I would be learning toward Chris Christie, who is overweight but sensible and practical, or Vivek Ramaswamy.
Alexander Payne‘s The Holdovers is going to be excellent…that’s fairly obvious. And this time Paul Giamatti, as a tough-minded but emotionally pained professor at a prep school (Deerfield Academy), may actually get nominated for and perhaps even win a Best Actor Oscar, an award that he should have won 18 years ago for his Miles Raymond performance in Payne’s Sideways (’04).
Don’t forget — the Academy didn’t even nominate Giamatti for that superbly sad-but-hilarious, on-target performance.
The Holdovers is set during the 1970 (and early ’71) Christmas holiday, partly at Deerfield and partly at the rich-guy mansion** of young Angus (Dominic Sessa), who has no family to hang with during Christmas because his wealthy parents are dicks.
Written by David Hemingson, it’s essentially a four-character piece (Giamatti, Sessa, Da’Vine Joy Randolph, Carrie Preston) in which Giamatti gradually steps into the parental void as he gruffly bonds with Sessa, etc. Randolph plays Deerfield’s head cook, Mary, whose son was recently killed in Vietnam. Meanwhile Angus’s budding relationship with Preston’s Lydia Crane….actually, I’m unsure about this aspect.
It’s not just the trailer’s atmospheric details that convey the early Nixon era (dates on grading papers, longish hair and sideburns, color scheme, Badfinger‘s “No Matter What”) but the somber-toned, square-jawed, semi-stentorian narration at the very beginning.
Jeff and Sashaexamine the surprising surge of Sound of Freedom, the apparent absence of a horrific nuclear climax in Oppenheimer, that much-discussed WaPo piece about lost younger men and the general wokester assault upon masculinity, and a brief recollection about Irwin Allen‘s The Swarm. Again, the link.
Key statements: As a conciliatory gesture and a sign of sincerity, the highest-paid executives and actors should offer an across-the-board 25% pay cut, but all parties on all sides should understand that a 9.1.23 settlement deadline needs to be agreed upon.
This 15-minute clip from Harrison Ford‘s visit to “Conan Needs A Friend” (11 days ago) is filled with mock taunts and insincere insults, and is one of the funniest podcast discussions I’ve listened to in many, many weeks. Seriously.
…and it’s partly the fault, figuratively speaking, of Greta Gerwig and Margot Robbie.
Obviously not in a sprawling sociological sense, and I certainly don’t mean Gerwig and Robbie themselves. I mean that men feel vaguely de-balled and uncertain and adrift because of white-male-denigrating wokester Stalinism and the feminist girlboss syndrome that these two women (among many others in elite urban circles) represent.
I haven’t seen Barbie, but who isn’t half persuaded, based on the marketing materials, that it’s largely about vengeance and assertion of power and gay guys and the sublimation (or flat-out dismissal) of straight white dudes?
Not that Barbie wants to necessarily backhand regular hetero schlubs but the film is obviously a pink and girly feminist-identity and gay-guy, yay-yay diversity thing.
From Anthony Lane‘s review of MI:7, included in The New Yorker‘s 7.24 issue:
“The new movie, which is directed by Christopher McQuarrie, runs for two hours and forty-three minutes, and its full title is Mission: Impossible — Dead Reckoning Part One, which takes about half an hour to say.
“If Part Two, which is due to be released next June, is of similar dimensions, we’ll be landed with a tale that is more than five hours in the telling. Concision junkies will have to look elsewhere.”
