I don’t know how wise or decisive today’s bombing of Iranian nuclear sites will prove to be when all is said and done, but no one can accuse Trump of chickening out — I’ll give him that much. The TACO thing has been diminished. Who knows where this will be going? What kind of anti-U.S. retaliation is in the offing? Stay tuned.
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I’m paying attention, in part, to the obvious fact that, Jared Leto‘s rancid behavior aside, this early 20something lass is very quietly beautiful. I know I’m supposed to follow the story about Leto icking or creeping her out but she’s distracting…sorry.
HE jackals: How dare you respond to anything other than her plain-spoken account of Leto’s odious attentions?
She’s obviously model-level attractive, and she’s not unaware of this. I was thinking “Yes, Leto was a slime, but — sorry but I have this astonishing ability to juggle two thoughts in my head at the same time — she won’t be an actress because she doesn’t speak up (a notch or two louder than a whisper but that’s all) and is therefore too passive or recessive in manner. But she’s got it.
I’m disturbed but not shocked that someone like Leto made a move. I don’t mean to alarm the HE commentariat but has anyone ever heard stories about (sorry, is everyone sitting down?) teenage groupies and the dog-like behavior of rock stars in the ’70s? Has anyone ever read about the “Riot House” on Sunset back in the day? Has anyone ever heard of the nocturnal adventures of Led Zeppelin or seen Almost Famous? Sorry but I don’t have smelling salts handy.
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Anthony Fallon (Richard Harris) began his bomb-defusing career under the tutelage of Sid Buckland (Freddie Jones) during the London blitz of the early 1940s. Defusing one German bomb after another was an extremely difficult task, and I would imagine that dealing with possible sudden death over and over would result in a profound bond between Buckland and Fallon.
And yet when they conferred at the very end of Juggernaut and Fallon’s life depended on his snipping the right wire (red or blue), Buckland tells Fallon to cut the blue wire, which would blow him to pieces?
I’ve never believed that. Buckland is a bitter, enraged fellow who hates the bloodless Whitehall bureaucracy, yes, and yet after he and Fallon were nearly killed in ’40 or ’41 when a bomb they were working on ignited in their vicinity, Buckland dragged the wounded Fallon out of the rubble. Because he was a human being, and presumably still is.
Which is why the climax of this 1974 Richard Lester film, though obviously suspenseful, doesn’t quite work.
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15, 16 years ago, man…time rushes along.
At best I was mixed on Slumdog Millionaire during the 2009/’10 Oscar season. I was 40% admiring and 60% annoyed, but I knew it wouldn’t do to make a fuss. So I had to sit there and take it for six damn months. In that sense it was a long Oscar season. Haven’t watched it since, will never watch it again.
Posted on 11.30.08: “How can anyone watch Slumdog and not be down with Jamal’s enormous dignity, strength of spirit and intelligence? And I understand (or think that I do) that Jamal’s life story is primarily a device that allows Boyle to dramatize the evolution of Mumbai chaos-culture over the past 15 or 20 years.
“But I just can’t believe that a kid who’s been subjected to such relentless cruelty and brutality his entire life — slapped, beaten, exploited, betrayed, booted, whipped, shat upon and made to suffer like a homeless dog day after day, year after year — would end up with this much patience and resolve and focus. Treat an actual dog like this and he’ll be incapable of showing anything but his teeth.
“Nor did I believe that the beautiful Freida Pinto‘s Latika wouldn’t be soiled and corrupted by her upbringing also, or that she’d stay emotionally loyal to and in love with Jamal through thick and thin. Things change, people grow up and move on, life is hard, get what you can, and nobody will save you but yourself. I know, I know…surrender to it, believe in love.
“But the cruelty in this film is relentless. Ugly behavior reigns during the first two acts. Except for the cop (Irfan Khan) who interrogates Jamal throughout the film, nearly every male character in Slumdog Millionaire is a cutthroat Fagin or Artful Dodger.
“And all through Slumdog I was muttering to myself how much I hate the Mumbai overload — the poverty, the crowding, the noise, the garbage landscapes, the public outhouses, the ugly high rises…the whole squalid cornucopia. I’ve never been especially interested in visiting urban India, but Slumdog settled things once and for all. If someone slips me a first-class Air India ticket from JFK to Mumbai, I’m trading it in for passage to Vietnam or China or Kampuchea or Katmandu.”
Fuck the identity police. Ambitious, high-end directors can and should make any movie they want — any subject, any viewpoint — regardless of their identity or the identity of the characters.
It is HE’s opinion that 28 Years Later director Danny Boyle is a little pussy for having said otherwise. Just like Tom Hanks was a pussy for saying in ’22 that straight guys shouldn’t play gay
Am I saying therefore that it would’ve been okay if Norman Jewison had directed a Malcom X biopic 30-plus years ago instead of Spike Lee? No — that would’ve been too much of a stretch. But that was back in the early ’90s. Identity is a much bigger, more oppressive deal now.
“Vise Grip of Authentic Identity Casting,” posted on 7.10.22: 25 days ago the world-famous Tom Hanks, an industry A-lister for 35 years and a 65 year-old boomer looking to project an acceptance of the present, was quoted saying the following to the New York Times:
“Let’s address ‘could a straight man do what I did in Philadelphia now?’ No, and rightly so. The whole point of Philadelphia was don’t be afraid. One of the reasons people weren’t afraid of that movie is that I was playing a gay man. We’re beyond that now, and I don’t think people would accept the inauthenticity of a straight guy playing a gay guy. It’s not a crime, it’s not boohoo, that someone would say we are going to demand more of a movie in the modern realm of authenticity.”
Hanks’ Philadelphia character, Andy Beckett, a hotshot attorney working for a powerful Philly law firm, was professionally closeted but otherwise “out” as far as his family, nocturnal lifestyle and loft-sharing boyfriend (Antonio Banderas) were concerned. And if Jonathan Demme’s 1993 film were to be remade today, Andy would have to be played by a gay actor, Hanks seems to believe — no ifs, ands or buts. (He’d also have to be totally out, most likely.)
But what about Bradley Cooper playing Leonard Bernstein in the currently filming Maestro?
Bernstein was a gay man, and living a life not unlike Andy Beckett’s — publicly and professionally closeted, and accomodating himself to a “beard” marriage to Felicia Montealegre (whom he genuinely loved and with whom he had three kids) to further his career. But first, foremost and finally, in the words of Arthur Laurents, Bernstein was “a gay man who got married…he wasn’t conflicted about his sexual orientation at all…he was just gay.”
So if Andy Beckett was basically Leonard Bernstein and vice versa, will the authentic identity casting fascists be complaining next year that the apparently straight Cooper shouldn’t be playing the esteemed composer of West Side Story? Hanks has called this a settled issue — no more high-profile straight actors playing gay guys because “we’ve beyond that now” and the public is entitled to “demand more of a movie in the modern realm of authenticity.”
It is HE’s view, of course, that the “authentic identity casting fascists” are insane, and that gifted actors should be allowed to play anyone they want as long as they can pull it off, and that includes Hanks as Beckett, Hugh Grant as Maurice, Hillary Swank in Boys Don’t Cry, William Hurt as the gay inmate in Kiss of the Spider Woman, Heath Ledger as Ennis del Mar and even Laurence Olivier as “the Mahdi” in Khartoum and Orson Welles as Othello. But that’s me.
…I’d rather not die this way. Flame-broiled as my fellow hot-air-balloon adventurers and I fall faster and faster towards slam-shriek-doom. Almost as bad as jumping from the World Trade Center. And yet only eight people were killed while 13 survived. It happened in a tourist region of southern Brazil — Praia Grande, a municipality in the state of Santa Catarina — when a hot-air balloon caught fire and crashed to the ground.
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“Everyone makes fun of Florida. Florida has a bad reputation. But think about it. There are 23 million people in Florida, but is it fair to judge 23 million people because of the behavior of 21 million people?” — Dave Barry during last night’s Real Time Overtime segment.
I laughed right away even though I didn’t get the joke. Can someone please explain it? Most Floridians are dismissive rightwing scumbags…don’t say gay…something like that?
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