I’m suddenly seized by this urgent idea…an idea that that attending Wednesday afternoon’s (6.10) screening ofvAsh Koosha‘s Dreams of Violets, a 75-minute docudrama that was totally AI-created for $2K, give or take.

It’s very imporant to attend this Tribeca Film festival screening, I’m thinking, because it’s the first all-AI film to play a major festival, and because it’ll be the first tangible taste pf the death of semi-organic Hollywood as most of us have known it over the last several decades.

Alas, I’m uncredentialed and therefore will just be a sweating rush-line peon. The odds of getting in are overwhelmingly negative. Maybe I should just shine it? I’m assuming it’ll be an underwhelmer. But it’s the start of something that will one day (tqwo or three years?) lead to formidable cinema.

AI boilerplate: <em>Dreams of Violets is a 75-minute docudrama directed by Ash and Pooya Koosha. It is the first feature film entirely generated by artificial intelligence.

Produced entirely solo by Ash Koosha from his London flat, utilizing tools like Anthropic’s Claude, Google Gemini, and Kling AI.

The entire project cost approximately $2,000 and took around two and a half months to complete.

Set in Tehran and Inspired by recent civilian resistance there, the film follows five strangers hiding from a violent soldier. Pic was produced as a memorial to victims of state violence. Using AI allowed the exiled Iranian directors to visualize real events while protecting the identities of those involved

All at once it becomes clear why Universal and Steven Spielberg declined an opportunity to debut this alien-driven, alien-themed film in Cannes. An “obsessively playful mid-80s Amblin adventure film”? How do you say that in alien squeak talk?

The Disclosure Day embargo lifts at high noon. Do not ask for whom the bell tolls — it tolls for thee.

The general critical consensus is “pretty good, not half bad, well acted (especially by Emily Blunt), but Close Encounters was a much bigger wow.”

Variety‘s Owen Gleiberman:

The Hollywood Reporter‘s David Rooney:

Charles Durning, drafted at age 20, was 21 on D-Day (6.6.44). Durning’s Lieutenant Snyder in The Sting (’73) and his Jack Amsterdam in True Confessions (’82) were gutsy, snappy performances but this recollection is as real as real got for Durning…his own horrific story.

.. goes to his wife and says “oh, mommy, a scary prostitute offered to give me a blowjob inside a parked car at the Norwalk Walmart, but I resisted…I kept my honor”?

What kind of a man would even think of running to his wife and going “waaahhh, I was almost sexually compromised”? You babygirl. You pathetic little mouse.

This apparently actually happened today.

Someone who lacks courage, resolution, determination…an implication of cowardice, faintheartedness, or being overly timid when faced with a challenge.

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Nithya Raman, a 44-year old woke chairholder within the Los Angeles City Council and a Kamala Harris lookalike and sound-alike, has nudged Spencer Pratt in the Los Angeles mayoral primary.

Raman, who has a weak speaking voice, will face the current mayor, 72 year-old Karen Bass, in the general election. Bass will most likely lose because of having been in Africa when the Palisades fire started….period.

Some righties (Trump included) have claimed that vote-count fraud has influenced this election…I don’t believe that.

Spencer Pratt on what he’ll do if Karen Bass or Nithya Raman wins the mayoral election pic.twitter.com/VCUuTZwMXG

— The Adam Carolla Show (@AdamCarollaShow) May 16, 2026

…to behave this rebelliously in a dry, cool, fuck-it, smart-ass way in many, many years…Hollywood doesn’t even allow them to be moderately approvable cyphers. They have to be selfish, malignant takers and abusers…full stop.

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…you fat egoistic fuck. If the Knicks lose it’ll be totally your fault…period. Mess with the juju at your own peril.

Marshall Fine: “At some point in the game, they’ll show Trump on the Jumbotron and the crowd will boo him lustily. The finals are on ABC, which has been having FCC troubles because of Kimmel and The View.  Will ABC have the courage to broadcast the boos? Or, like NBC w/the US Tennis Open last fall, will they mute the sound so the boos don’t go out over the airwaves, to protect the sensitivities of Fearless Leader and his followers?”

A night or two ago I happened to watch about 20 minutes’ worth of From Russia With Love via HD Criterion streaming. It looked a tiny bit soft, and even flirted with fuzzy here and there. Criterion is doing it no favors.

Tonight I re-watched this 1963 Terence Young film via Bluray, and it was almost astonishing how much sharper, razor specific, bountifully colored and more richly textured it was. I’m not saying anything new here, but there’s just no comparing Bluray and streaming. Physical media forever.

From Russia With Love was the last film JFK saw at the White House (the evening of 11.20.63…a Wednesday).

I don’t see how Steven Spielberg‘s Disclosure Day (Universal, 6.12) is going to blow that many minds.

Daniel Kellner (the jug-eared Josh O’Connor) wants the entire world to know that non-humans have been hanging out and more or less hiding (forcibly hidden?) on earth for decades, and decides to go full whistleblower. He finds a spiritual ally in weather reporter Margaret Fairchild (Emily Blunt), who’s been inexplicably tuning into alien hum signals and aural sub-currents.

Naturally the shadowy, glum-faced Noah Scanlon (Colin Firth), the CEO of Wardex Corporation and prime architect of the cover-up of alien sub-habitation all along, wants this earth-shaking news suppressed…business as usual. Colman Domingo‘s Hugo Wakefield, a Wardex defector, is a big advocate for disclosure blah blah.

It goes without saying that Daniel and Margaret, like Richard Dreyfuss and Melinda Dillon in the nearly half-century-old Close Encounters, don’t become romantically involved. Mr. Jug Ears is putting it to Jane Blankenship (Eve Hewson), a former nun. And Margaret’s “partner” is a dude named Jackson (Wyatt Russell).

Are the aliens cousins of the original Kanamits, who 65 years ago were looking to “serve man”? That would be the most enjoyable scenario, of course, but you know this won’t happen.

Give me one good reason why visiting aliens would be kept under wraps or imprisoned or disguised or whatever the deal is. What’s the point, Colin and other powers-that-be? To prevent everyday humans from experiencing “cultural shock and disorientation”? What are aliens going to convey at the end of the long dreary day? The scientific means to produce greater amounts of food? That they’re spiritual emissaries from some holy faraway place who are looking to turn us on in a Timothy Leary way? Mass illumination?

Okay, so there are other civilizations out there just like ours…big deal.

Wait…Daniel and Margaret finally realize they’re aliens themselves, their memories having been somehow suppressed or wiped clean by Wardex when they were kids. Right? Will it also be revealed that Dario Amodei is an alien? (I’m just winging it here.)

In the view of Deadline’s Anthony D’Alessandro, young fellas who were fans of the Masters of the Universe action figures and animated series in the 1980s…these guys, born in the early to mid ‘70s, are now wheezing, over–the–hill “old men.”

These totally pathetic, beard-stubbled, pot-bellied geezers, burping and belching and farting and scratching their sweaty balls and probably pissing in their pants half the time, repped the largest demo that saw Masters of the Universe this weekend.

Alas, the MGM/Amazon release sorta kinda died domestically with a lousy $29.3M.