That’s all you had to say, man…that’s all you had to say.

But not so much the shorts and especially the greenish-gray whitesides…no offense. This is a New York Film Festival ticket-buying line for Average Joes.

One of HE’s all-time favorite Manhattan greasy-spoon, mid-20th-Century diners.

The Order (Vertical, 12.6) is a completely decent, top-tier, action-propelled historical crime drama (set in the early ‘80s) about some FBI guys (led by Jude Law, Tye Sheridan and Jurnee Smollett) looking to bust a thieving white supremacist group called The Order, led by the real-life Robert Matthews (Nicholas Hoult).

The Order was behind the 1984 murder of Denver-based talk-show host Alan Berg. A character based on Berg was played by Eric Bogosian in Oliver Stone’s Talk Radio (‘88).

An HE friendo has called The Order an example of good, sturdy, “old-school” filmmaking.

HE response: “How exactly is it ‘old school’? What would be the ‘new school’ way of telling this story? Dialogue, character, action, milieu, atmosphere…what’s old school about it?”

Friendo: “Not flashy or heavily stylized, absence of hip virus.”

It won’t open theatrically for another two and a half months. Vertical will be streaming it very quickly afterwards (i.e., mid-December).

I was mildly surprised by my positive reaction to The Order, given that Justin Kurzel, whose films I’ve disliked for years on end, is the director. Before last night I’d come to believe that if Kurzel was directing, the film is almost certainly irksome or annoying or even unwatchable on some level.

I own a beautiful-looking Bluray of No Country For Old Men (‘07), and right now I’m watching this Joel and Ethan Coen classic via HD streaming and it looks just as good as the Bluray.

Just as good as it looked, in fact, on that big brilliant screen inside the Salle Debussy in Cannes…17 and 1/3 years ago.

All to say it’s highly unlikely that Criterion’s forthcoming 4K Bluray version will deliver any kind of pulse-quickening bump in visual values, certainly not the kind that might prompt you to sit down at a motel-room desk and write home about.

…for posting a takedown piece about the dying–on–the–vine Toronto Film Festival, and for posting the following three paragraphs in particular:

“I’d rather be villainized than infantilized…”

If you can somehow forget about Matt Walsh actually wanting Donald Trump, a lying, diseased, foam-at-the-mouth sociopath, to beat Kamala Harris, a transactional politician with obvious problems but who is still far more sensible, consructive and practical-minded as a potential U.S. president, on 11.5, Am I A Racist? is a compelling, fair-minded documentary.

The only problem with this interview is that the Free Press guy is wearing shorts.

A couple of days ago a friend attended an early-bird screening of Halina Reijn‘s Babygirl (A24, 12.25), a B & D variation on the “Type-A cougar has it off with a hot young dude” genre. Costarring Nicole Kidman, Harris Dickinson, Sophie Wilde, Antonio Banderas, etc.

Last weekend’s CAA screening followed a TIFF showing on 9.10 and the Venice Film Festival debut on 8.30.

Friendo is calling it “a groundbreaking investigation of female sexuality by a female writer-director.” Kidman said afterwards it would have been a “completely different movie if a man had made it.”

Pic drew a “sensational response” from an elite audi4nce, he says. Attending were Brad Pitt, Olivia Wilde, Peter Dinklage, Catherine Hardwick, Rooney Mara, Charlie Hunnam.

There was q post-screening discussion between Kidman, Reijn and THR‘s Scott Feinberg, followed by a schmoozy wine gathering. Nicole stayed very late.

CAA honcho Bryan Lourd was there; ditto Nicole’s agent Chris Andrews.

Pic will gather multiple noms, he says — Best Actress (Kidman), Best Actor (Dickinson), Best Direction and Writing (Reijn).

“Don’t underestimate A24…at this time last year I had the same feeling about Poor Things. And previously about All Quiet on Western Front, Parasite, Cold War.

All hail Steven Zallian’s Ripley…the finest Emmy contender of them all. I’ve never had the slightest interest in watching Shogun, the evening’s biggest winner. I hated Baby Reindeer so much I stopped watching after the first episode. Jodie Foster’s Emmy-winning performance in True Detective: Night Country had a commendable, lived-in, fraying-at-the-seams quality. All hail the failure of Only Murders in the Building to land a single Emmy award…good!

Another eccentric (older this time, nudging his 60s) apparently wanted to kill Donald Trump yesterday but this time didn’t even fire a shot.

Ryan Wesley Routh, 58, is the would-be Florida golf course shooter. Trump was untouched and unfazed and not even in the immediate vicinity. He’s extremely thankful for the attention, of course.

Sunday’s incident might have made for a semi-alarming story as a one-off, but it pales alongside the attempted Pennsylvania assassination of two months ago, which resulted in a bloody ear and a bandage on the stage of the Republican National Convention.

I’m presuming that most average Americans are unimpressed, and are most likely reacting with a “what, again?” Or, if you will, “been there, done that.” This tinderbox country is teeming with well-armed nutters. What else is new?