Month: December 2023

“The Zone of Interest is a highly respectable arthouse horror film with an obvious minimalist strategy, but it’s been boosted in a macabre sense by the genocidal stain of October 7th. Don’t tell me this isn’t a major factor in the minds of critics and industry folk alike — it obviously is. A vote for The Zone of Interest is a vote against that ghastly slaughter at the hands of Hamas. The fact that IDF shellings have also brought about many thousands of non-combatant Gaza deaths since Israel’s completely justified invasion…well, that’s another wrinkle. But don’t tell me that Glazer’s film and the Gaza conflict are unrelated.”

— HE response to “bentrane”’s comment that the current award-season heat behind Jonathan Glazer’s Holocaust film “has nothing to do with Zionism.”

Shiny gold flora (leaves, vines) against solid black? This is the kind of shirt that a Shanghai pimp or a Bangkok assassin might wear. Not to mention those baggy–ass gaucho slacks.

Michelle Pfeiffer in Scarface: “It looks like somebody’s nightmare.”

In his latest Oscar spitball projection, THR’s Scott Feinberg is stating that the top five Best Director contenders are Oppie’s Chris Nolan (no Hiroshima–Nagasaki horror), Barbie’s Greta Gerwig (reward the earnings), KOTFM’s Martin Scorsese (weakest film since Shutter Island), Poor Things’ Yorgos Lanthimos (deserved) and….wait, The Zone of Interest’s Jonathan Glazer? Since when?

Feinberg really and truly believes that Glazer is currently ranking higher, esteem-wise, than Maestro’s Bradley Cooper and The Holdover’s Alexander Payne?

HE’s perfect five: Nolan, Gerwig, Lanthimos, Payne, Cooper.

Anyone who “tearfully calls out Hollywood for not giving Black actresses the equity they deserve” is pretty much begging for pushback. Okay, maybe I’m misreading the room.

…if these poll numbers are repeated and re-affirmed over the next few weeks.

A citizen of Navajo Nation and a teacher of settler colonialism, Marxism and queer indigenous studies, University of Minnesota’s Melanie Yazzie defines herself on her umn.edu web page as follows:

“I’m playing a Sasquatch. In full makeup. In full body hair. No lines — I grunt but no lines.”

Jessie Eisenberg to Variety’s Guy Lodge during the August ‘22 Sarajevo Film Festival, speaking about Nathan and David Zellner’s Sasquatch Sunset, which will debut at the ‘24 Sundance Film Festival. A special screening at the Berlinale will follow.

Lily Gladstone’s Mollie Burkhart is a supporting character — this was clear after Killers of the Flower Moon’s Cannes premiere last May.

Mollie sidesteps traditional definings of lead character behavior at every turn — basically being a passive victim who doesn’t react to murders of family members and the attempted methodical murder of herself except with sullen silences, and who spends half the film in bed as she slowly dies from poisoning.

It’s an under-energized (i.e., dull) performance sans tempest and catharsis.

Gladstone’s Best Actress campaign is first and foremost an identity bandwagon and, not to sound overly harsh, a case of unmitigated category fraud if there ever was one.

But the woke identity celebrationists see this as an historic opportunity to shower Gladstone with love and largesse and thereby symbolically cleanse
themselves of any sort of association or guilt over white Hollywood’s decades of mistreatment or mischaracterizing of Native American culture (as echoed by Marlon Brando during the ‘73 Oscar telecast and the subsequent slagging of the late Sacheen Littlefeather, or something like that).

“The one inarguable thing you’ve said [about] Gladstone is that Mollie is too passive and shoved to the background to be a leading role.” — HE’s own Kristi Coulter.

Pure narrative, pure cultural politics — zero to do with quality of performance.

You can stand me up before the gates of hell, and I won’t back down on this.

…that despite Vin Diesel having sired three kids with Paloma Jiménez, whom he’s been with since 2007…the circuit scuttlebut has been that he’s a bit atypical in the realm of traditional whatevs. All to say I was surprised to read that Diesel is being sued by a woman over an alleged sexual battery episode said to have happened in 2010.

As someone who literally stood in front of that huge oil painting of Tony Montana and Elvira in the spring of ‘83, having snuck onto the Universal sound stage where a large portion of Tony’s gaudy Miami mansion had been built…it only just hit me today that the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it clip of the painting in Scarface is not quite the same as the bullet-strafed photo of same that we’re all familiar with…compare Michelle Pfeiffer’s eyes…they’re gazing in different directions plus her top expression conveys an air of contentment while she looks vaguely sullen and frosty in the alternate. Al Pacino looks chillier also in the below photo.

…and it doesn’t specifically matter anyway as we know who’s going to win the Best Actress Oscar, but if we could somehow know what we will never in fact know, who would be in second place, Maestro’s Carey Mulligan or Poor Things Emma Stone?

How great would it be if the actress who could arguably be said to have delivered the finest (deepest, strongest, most fully penetrating) lead performance actually won? Yeah, I know…dream on.