…but a friend has heard that Team Sundance has firmly decided on a new location. As of early 2027 the fest will have pulled out of Park City, Utah and moved to Boulder, Colorado. You read it here first, unconfirmed-wise.

…and then watching the screen shrink to the size of an envelope during the last few seconds…sacrilege!

Physical media will always be better than this abomination!!! @Apple @iTunes @AppleTV pic.twitter.com/MZIx5Xi8VS

— It Came From The VCR (@VHSdude) September 11, 2024

It’s a serious tragedy that India’s Oscar Committee has decided against submitting Payal Kapadia‘s All We Imagine As Light, a truly masterful piece of feminist social portraiture that I went apeshit for during last May’s Cannes Film Festival, in favor of Kiran Rao‘s Laapataa Ladies, a seemingly lightweight comedy about young marrieds.

The first Indian film to play in competition at Cannes in 30 years, All We Imagine as Light won the Grand Jury Prize last May while putting Kapadia on the map as a major, auteur-grade director.

Choosing Laapataa Ladies as India’s official submission for 2024’s Best Int’l Feature Oscar is like….there are 100 analogies I could mention. It would be like a 1961 scenario in which Richard Thorpe‘s The Honeymoon Machine is officially submitted to a major international film festival instead of, say, Robert Rossen‘s The Hustler

The people who chose Laapataa Ladies instead of Kapadia’s film are obviously taste-free serfs, and probably corrupt ones at that.

In the view of Vanity Fair‘s Dominick Dunne and God knows many Menendez murder trial watchers the world over, the sexual abuse defense advanced by Lyle and Erik Menendez (i.e., my dad made me blow him repeatedly plus he fucked me in the ass a few times) and exploited to the hilt by attorney Leslie Abramson was — obviously, c’mon — something the boys cooked up in order to gain jury sympathy.

It’s one thing when a cynical, manipulative attorney attempts a bullshit defense strategy in court, but it’s something else when a nine-part Netflix series about the crime in question devotes most of an episode, directed by Michael Uppendahl and titled “The Hurt Man”, to a notably long and uncut single-slow-zoom-shot confession scene in which Erik recalls the lurid details of his father’s sexual abuse when he was a younger lad…a scene that zooms in ever so slowly upon Erik (I was vaguely reminded of that extra slow tracking, barren-hotel-room shot that Michelangelo Antonioni‘s The Passenger ends with) until it finally ends with a medium close-up…a prolonged scene in which Abramson’s back is facing the camera for the whole time.

And Erik’s bullshit sexual abuse fantasies are presented very seriously and solemnly…we’re meant to take Erik’s slowly unfolding recollections to heart…we’re meant to accept them as truthful and quite painful. This is quite a surreal strategy on the part of co-showrunners Ryan Murphy and Ian Brannen. You’re sitting there and wondering “why the hell is this bullshit fantasy being presented as a credible scenario?”

Consider these Vanity Fair Dominick Dunne links…they detail the whole lurid story. Here’s a good summary page with all the necessary links.

I was extremely keen to catch several episodes of Alfonso Cuaron‘s Disclaimer in Telluride. To get the full plate Telluriders had to commit to two separate screening sessions. I just couldn’t figure it out, and so I didn’t attend. Partly because a voice was telling me that Disclaimer didn’t have to be seen and absorbed all that quickly. I could take my time, the voice said.

Comeuppance! The past is waiting to pounce, and you will pay for your many buried sins and one sin in particular. All journalists are guilty in one way or another, and they all have to pay. Your enemies will see to that.

Is this a Nicole Kidman extended series? It’s not? Thank God! Wait…is it Gone Girl 2?

Cate Blanchett‘s Catherine Ravenscroft, a hotshot journalist, receives a novel from an unknown author and discovers she is the main character. “The novel exposes her darkest secrets, forcing her to confront her past,” etc. You did it, spirit of Beelzebub! And therefore you must die.

Georgeapp, 2.10.21: “A common trope in the crime fiction genre is various characters building something up, normally something they have done in the past, making it out to be absolutely awful when it just isn’t.

“The entire premise of Disclaimer leans upon Catherine’s secret. [But] the secret isn’t as bad as it’s made out to be, certainly not to warrant the publishing of a book or the families’ extreme reactions. Maybe it’s because I’m not a parent but I personally don’t think Catherine was entirely to blame, and so the book felt a bit flat in this regard.”

Robocop is slightly more than 37 years old…37!

The greatest thing about the Robocop finale is that when this moment unspooled during my July ’87 viewing at Mann’s Chinese, a guy sitting next to me knew Peter Weller‘s final line before he said it. As soon as Dan O’Herlihy said “nice-shootin’, son…what’s your name?”, the audience guy said “Murphy” a second before Weller. Everyone in the theatre knew it! That‘s when a movie is really working.

One quibble: The adjective “old” isn’t necessary when using the term “geezer.”