Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth will be able to score very handily now, and a 5 pm “happy hour” inside the Pentagon will become an instant thing.
Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth will be able to score very handily now, and a 5 pm “happy hour” inside the Pentagon will become an instant thing.
I sympathize with owners of burnt-to-the-ground homes who want to clean up and remove debris as quickly as possible. I’m no Trumpie but The Beast telling L.A. mayor Karen Bass that residents should be allowed to start clearing out rubble with all due haste…that’s a good thing. Don’t keep them from doing so because of this or that nickle-and-dime regulation…regulations which always slow things down by weeks if not months.
From Zack Sharf‘s 1.24.25 Variety story about Sophie Hyde‘s Jimpa, a story about “queerness and queer joy and trans joy,” according to costar Aud Mason-Hyde, Hyde’s non-binary son.
Mason-Hyde plays the gender-ambiguous Frances, Olivia Colman portrays Frances’ mom Hannah, and John Lithgow becomes Jimpa, Frances’ Amsterdam-residing gay granddad.
Sharf: “One of the most notable aspects of Jimpa is that it features full-frontal nudity from Lithgow, who is 79 years old.
“The actor says that ‘nudity is an extraordinary tool in creating an impact…it’s the one thing all of us hide from the rest of the world…it’s the one thing we keep guarded and very much to ourselves [but] if you’re willing to expose that for a good reason in the telling of a story, then there’s nothing more powerful.’”
Thanks to Scharf and Lithgow for their candor. I wasn’t all that interested in seeing Jimpa, frankly, but now I’m really not interested.
Three years ago Hyde’s Good Luck To You, Leo Grande (’22), which also featured an older actor (i.e., mid 50-ish Emma Thompson) performing a nude scene, played Sundance. I wrote a piece about the film on 1.26.22, and here’s one of my comments:
“I wouldn’t want to see a nude scene with anyone who’s too old or saggy or out-of-shape. There are very few older actors whom I’d be willing to watch without clothing, but think about the possibilities. Imagine, for example, if Neil Young or Jack Nicholson decided to star in a film that called for full-frontal schlongola. My reaction would be filled with terror.
“Even a nude scene with a muscular, rugged-looking old actor like Harrison Ford…even that might be a problem.”
If Joe Biden had kept his word about being a one-term “bridge” president and encouraged a competitive Democratic Party primary process to start in the summer of ’23, a strong candidate (possibly Kamala Harris, possibly someone better) might have emerged…a candidate who might have defeated Donald Trump on 11.5.24.
But of course, Joe turned arrogant and decided that God wanted him to successfully run for re-election, and that decision basically doomed democracy in the U.S. of A., and here we are. Joe caused it, Joe did it…Joe is the bad guy. Which is precisely what James Carville said to Al Hunt a couple of days ago.
Personal HE plea to Academy members: Don’t follow through with crowning Emilia Perez. Joe and Jane Popcorn hate this film (especially in Mexico!) and you’ll just be spitting in their faces if you give Jacques Audiard’s film a Best Picture Oscar.
How would you process an Audiard/Netflix win if you were among the Rotten Tomatoes naysayers? “Whee, goodie!”? 70% of the mass audience isn’t feeling the Perez love, and your response is going to be…what, “suck on it because we know better?”
Please step outside yourselves and your identity-above-all, “send Donald Trump a message” agenda…cinematic transportation over wokeism…begging on my knees.
1.25.25 update — posted this morning in comment thread:
The idea behind this post is not hate per se. I was mostly okay with Emilia Perez, remember, when I first saw it in Cannes eight months ago, and I don’t hate it now. But it certainly DOES flirt with mediocrity during the second half. And the bottom-line truth is that if not for the trans signpost factor, Perez would simply not be a Best Picture nominee. This is a plea for Academy voters to emerge from the cultural woke cocoon of the past six or seven years, and to finally put aside sexual-identity or gender issues as deciding criteria. Enough with the social justice warrior crap. Please consider voting for the Best Picture nominee that doesn’t do the woke two-step (please give that nagging “revolutionary” ethos a rest) while actually fulfilling and delivering a kind of high on its own emotional and cinematic terms. Which is what Anora, Conclave and A Complete Unknown manage to do. Joe and Jane Popcorn voted for Trump in order to get rid of the wokey or at least tone it down. For the love of God, smell the coffee. The woke point has been made, and now it’s time to set that bird free.
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