Day: February 26, 2024

If there’s any way that I, the honcho of Hollywood Elsewhere, can bring pain, anguish and acute suffering into the life of any actor who believes in a babygirl persona…if there’s any way I could make a babygirl howl in agony and weep and beg for mercy on his knees, I would flip the switch.

Death to all babygirls…death to Zoomers who believe in wearing black sequins and shorts on a red carpet and chunky black boots with knee socks and anything else that smacks of wimpy Zoomer anal-lube squishiness.

Brigadier General Paul Mireau (George Macready) in Paths of Glory: “Colonel Dax, I want you to choose three babygirls — one from each regiment — and have them prepare for a firing-squad execution tomorrow morning at 7 am. Don’t tell them that, of course. Tell them we need them to serve as judges for a fashion show featuring Pedro Pascal…whatever it takes.

“I can’t wait to see those little sweethearts tied side by side to a post, standing in front of sandbags with tears streaming down their cheeks.”

I would actually feel fine about her not attending at all. Really. HE to Zendaya: I really don’t mean this in a hostile way. I’m just saying if you change your mind…no worries!

Honestly? The new trailer for Kevin Costner‘s two-part Horizon: An American Saga (Warner Bros., 6.8.24 and 8.16.24) seems all over the map. It feels vague. I can’t get a handle on it. Apparently it’s about covered wagon settlers and the usual hostilities from Native Americans as the settlers make their way west during the Civil War era, but it feels more like an eight-part Max miniseries than a sprawling, big-canvas two-part theatrical.

The names of the Michael Clayton surveillance guys were “Mr. Verne” (Robert Prescott) and “Mr. Iker” (Terry Serpico). I know faces and I can sense gaydar undercurrents, and there’s no way in hell either of them were gay. They just didn’t have that faintly swishy vibe, but if they did Verne would be a top and Iker would be an ambivalent bottom. But they weren’t so forget it.

For months honest, down-to-earth people have been saying that Celine Song‘s Past Lives is fine but calm down. But agenda-driven critics, various friends of A24 and industry elites pushing gender and identity activism have refused to back down, and so Past Lives has won the Best Film award at the Independent Spirit Awards.

The Past Lives fix has been in all year long…we all know that…sensitive emotions, understatement, South Korean female director…locked in tight.

Once upon a time the Spirit Awards were known as the “indie Oscars”. This handle was generally accepted — indeed celebrated — between the early ’90s to mid 20teens. But that ship began to leave port when the woke virus infected everything starting in ’17 and especially after the leadership overturned the apple cart by destroying gender acting categories.

I’m not kidding or exaggerating — talent + marketing & publicity are still playing along because “where’s the harm?”, but the Spirits have gone totally wacko, and nobody cares what they think (not really) because they’re encamped on planet Pluto.

And you know what the tragic aspect is? The Spirit Awards couldn’t get back to normal (i.e., the way things were before 2016 or thereabouts) if they wanted to. Their feet are stuck in Crazyland cement and they can’t return as the trans community nutters and their friends would burn the tent down if the Spirits tried to modify. They’ve totally fucked themselves because now everyone (not just HE) thinks of them as the Branch Davidians of the award-season realm.

The Spirit organization will persist because of the liberal elite emotional investment factor, but they’re as dead as the Sundance Film Festival…they’ve woked themselves into a corner, and all they have to look forward are cast-iron woke chains around their ankles.