All Hail Hall & Oates

This is actually the only scene in No Hard Feelings that really, really touches bottom….that really works.

[Posted two years ago — 6.18.23] “It’s very difficult to do comedy because if they don’t laugh when they should laugh, you are there with egg on your face, and that’s sad. In a serious picture you don’t hear them being bored, but in a comedy you can hear them not laughing. You tried so hard and the guy did the pratfall, but nothing — and you wish you were dead.” — Billy Wilder.

I really wanted to have a great bawdy old time with No Hard Feelings (Sony, 6.23), a casually coarse sex comedy about an “inappropriate age gap” relationship between Maddie (Jennifer Lawrence), a 32 year-old Montauk bartender in a financial hole, and Percy (Andrew Barth Feldman), an introverted 19-year-old who’s about to become a Princeton freshman.

Percy’s helicopter parents (Matthew Broderick, Laura Benanti) are concerned about his lack of outgoingness plus the fact that he’s still a virgin, so they place an ad in Craigslist that says “looking for a 20something woman who can pull our son out of his shell” — the implication being that they want this woman to sexually initiate the lad and generally prepare him for the social pressures of college.

They’re slightly concerned about Maddie being (a) 13 years older than Percy and (b) something of a low-rent townie, but they figure a woman who’s been around and has some mileage will handle him with care, etc.

So the premise isn’t bad and right off the top you can see that the laughs will come out of the somewhat impatient, blunt-spoken Maddie feeling increasingly frustrated and even irate as her attempts to seduce the reticent, romantic-minded Percy lead nowhere. You can also see from the get-go that Maddie and Percy will soon get past the sexual initiation and performance stuff and start relating to each other as vulnerable humans, etc.

To his credit, director and co-screenwriter Gene Stupnitsky balances the lewd and rude material with moments of introspection and truth-telling.

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Who Has Visited The Corleone Compound on Lake Tahoe’s West Shore?

It’s located among the Fleur du Lac estates on 4000 West Lake Blvd. in Homewood, California, a couple of miles south of Tahoe City. Actually a greedy developer destroyed the main home years ago and put up condos. But the boat house is still there. I’ve visited a couple of Godfather filming sites in Sicily; I’d really like to set foot on Corleone turf stateside, if not in Tahoe then Vito Corleone’s walled-off estate on Staten Island.

Down With Woke Pronoun Fanatics

The best part comes at the 12:30 mark.

Penn: “I fully understand and believe in sensitivity, and allowing anyone to feel the way they want to feel, but I don’t know how you talk about pronouns when babies are gettin’ fuckin vaporized on the front line in Ukraine. I don’t even know how you even talk about it.”

“Thank God no one asked him the toughest question — ‘Why the hell did you make Shanghai Surprise? — I think his life since then has been one of self-flagellation for unleashing that horror upon humanity.” —@Borella309

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Respect for Gwen Welles

After writing and thinking yesterday about the late Gwen Welles, whose peak career achievement was her Nashville performance as an absurdly untalented, ultimately humiliated country singer, I came upon a portion of Donna Deitch‘s An Angel on My Shoulder, a doc about Welles’ cancer affliction and death. (She passed on 10.13.93.)

Diagnosed with a cancerous tumor in 1992, Gwen decided against conventional treatments.

Besides her Nashville highlight she acted in Robert Altman‘s California Split (’74), and in three Henry Jaglom films. She lived with Roger Vadim for three years in France. She married the recently passed Harris Yulin in the mid or late ’80s — they stayed together until her death.