“There’s a ‘performance overcomes craft’ aspect to Bill Condon’s Kiss of the Spider Woman, but it’s not a supporting one in this case. For Condon’s adaptation of the hit musical adaptation of the beloved book, it’s the lead: A stunning newcomer named Tonatiuh, who carries this film with an emotional, physical performance that justifies its existence by itself.
“There are other effective elements in the new Kiss, including supporting turns from Diego Luna and Jennifer Lopez. Still, Condon’s direction often works against what’s good about this version, reminding one how good he can be with performers but how much his vision still lacks when it comes to things like framing, blocking, lighting, etc.” — Brian Tellerico’s 1.30.25 review on rogerebert.com.
MAGA loyalists know DJT behaved like a rogue and a scoundrel before being elected President in ’16, and they couldn’t care less. Some probably admire him for swaggering around like some neighing stallion or swaggering crime boss…like some louche bad guy.
This doesn’t change the fact that many of us love Elon Musk having basically given Orange Plague the finger earlier today. Delicious stuff.
We’re all aware of CNN’s forthcoming live broadcast of George Clooney and Grant Heslov‘s Broadway presentation of Good Night, and Good Luck, straight from the Winter Garden theatre — Saturday, June 7th at 7 p.m.
Viewers will see an actual stage performance, one that will be concurrently watched by a seated Manhattan audience. The final performance of the play will happen on Sunday, 6.8 — a matinee as Clooney will be attending the Tonyawards that evening at the RCMH.
This will be a historic presentation — the first time in history that the performance of a Broadway play has been broadcast live — and fairly wonderful, I feel, on its own merits. There will be pre- and post-show discussions. The presentation will be on CNN’s cable channel as well as CNN.com.
Set in 1954, Good Night, and Good Luck is basically about high-stakes patriotism and the scarcity of backbone and how very few stood up to the brutes and bullies of that era. It’s about Sen. Joseph McCarthy‘s reign of political terror, and how various people in the political and TV realm reacted to this “red scare” atmosphere.
A few called McCarthy’s bluff, but at the time it seemed as if the most influential opponents of McCarthy’s tactics numbered only two, at least as far as general public knowledge was concerned — attorney Joseph N. Welch of the 1954 Army-McCarthy hearings and legendary CBS newsman and See it Now host Edward R. Murrrow.
Murrow’s famous anti-McCarthy expose, which aired on March 9, 1954, condemned McCarthy’s argument that if a person disagreed with or called into question McCarthy’s witch-hunt tactics, then he or she must be considered a Communist dupe or sympathizer or perhaps even an actual, card-carrying pinko who was looking to undermine or weaken the U.S. Constitution and its system of government.
The HE commentariat isn’t going to like this, but beginning in 2018 or thereabouts wokesters had pretty much the exact same deal going on. McCarthy’s, I mean.
If you disagreed with woke fanaticism and had the temerity to question its theology (institutionalized DEI, identity issues above everything else, #MeToo cancellations, pregnant men, Lily Gladstone for Best Actress, the power and the glory of being LGBTQ and especially trans, the 1619 Project as absolute gospel, drag shows in elementary schools, presentism or the historically absurd casting of POCs in certain historical settings, Woody Allen labelled a monster, tearing down statues of Abraham Lincoln and George Washington, older straight white guys deemed inherently evil, men competing in women’s sports, the George Floyd riots), you were presumed to be a bad person — perhaps a closet racist or homophobic or transphobic or at the very least a social undesirable.
As it was in the ’50s, nobody wanted to be hit with possible cancellations or social ostracizing or worse, and so they kept their yaps shut.
Who were the intrepid souls who stood up to the woke Khmer Rouge during this reign of terror (’18 to ’24)? I’m obviously no Edward R. Murrow but I sure as shit stood up to the insanity, and so did Sasha Stone starting in ’20…day after day after day after day. Very few manned up in this fashion. Everyone ran for cover.
Please guys…please let me know who dies in F1 (6.27, Warner Bros.). You’ve all presumably seen Grand Prix so you know what happens to Yves Montand’s race-car driver. Death is built into this sport. It constantly hovers.
It can’t be Damson Idris because POCs aren’t allowed to die because the filmmakers would surely be accused and most likely found guilty of racism…they’d be tarred and feathered and run out of town.
So that leaves Pitt, but nobody (with the possible exception of ShiJoli) wants poor Brad to buy the farm so who dies? Surely not Javier Bardem or Kerry Condon.
The all-media screening happens on Tuesday, 6.24, only two days before the first commercial showings on Thursday, 6.26
There’s an earlier screening next week for “special people”.
Snapped last night inside the big Danbury AMC, prior to catching Ballerina. Obviously the people behind FantasticFour: FirstSteps (Disney, 7.25) have no shame. Has Pedro Pascal ever said no to anything or anyone? And the gingered Joseph Quinn, who will play the physically dissimilar George Harrison for Sam Mendes later this year…this, ladies and germs, is whoredom personified.
