And the aging process, especially after the big six-oh, is rarely a kind or compassionate thing. But it cuts some of us a slight break.
Those favored with good genes, I mean, and who haven’t overly abused their bodies and souls with drugs and alcohol. If you at least half-resemble the person you were at age 21, you have reason to give thanks.
Consider what the northwest corner of the San Fernando Valley and Mission San Fernando in particular looked like in 1873. I somehow never knew until this morning that the remains of Bob Hope, his wife Dolores and other Hopes are buried in a Mission-adjacent garden.
What the San Fernando Valley needed back then was water, but it took a visionary sociopath like Noah Cross** to make it all happen.
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.
The first story appearedtoday (6.3.25) in the New York Post. After a seven year-old boy was killed in a traffic accident in Gastonia, North Carolina, his parents were charged with involuntarymanslaughter for having allowed the boy to walk to a nearby store with his 10-year-old brother — basically for failing to helicopter.
The second story is an HEaccount of an episode that happened when I was eight years old — an adventurous, six-mile hike I embarked upon with a seven-year-old girlfriend.
And how many of these films did Yahoo Entertainment’s Kelsey Weekman write about as she went along? Anyone can watch films on the Côte d’Azur in mid-May, but you also have to man up and journalistically explore cinematic meaning while plumbing the very depths of your soul.
Weekman isn’t so much a proverbial suffering scribe as an on-camera personality who does breezy lah-lah videos. (Light on the soul-plumbing.) She did, however, file a few video reports in Cannes so no harm nor foul.
My own modest tally of 22 films over 11 days paled alongside Tomris Laffly’s Herculean ordeal of catching 40 films within the same time frame, but how many of those 40 did Laffly-the-screening-slayer bang out 500-word reviews of? Screenings plus timely filings are what separate the men from the boys and the women from the girls.
Plus what about catching Directors Fortnight films deep in the bowels of the J.W. Marriott, Kelsey?
And you and your husband (what’s his story?) blew out of town before Joachim Trier’s SentimentalValue, easily the best of the festival, began to be shown? And you missed (or had no interest in) Richard Linklater’s NouvelleVague? And you liked the grimly agonizing SoundofFalling? Good God in heaven…why?
You may see a casual shot of Frank Sinatra, Debbie Reynolds and David Wayne on the set of TheTenderTrap (‘55). I see that also, of course, but my eyes go right to Sinatra’s elevatorheels, which may or may not have added two and 1/2 to three inches. Sinatra stood between 5’7” and 5’8” just out of the shower. Wayne was also 5’7”; Reynolds stood 5’2”.
…but Netflix is probably a fitting home for RichardLiinklater’s NouvelleVague, which the streamer has reportedly acquired for $4 million.
It was one thing for Cannes cinephiles who saw this reverent, affectionate tribute to the French New Wave and the making of Jean-Luc Godard’s Breathless in particular…it was one thing for that crowd to go “whoopee!” But what the odds that Joe and Jane Popcorn would care, much less pay to see it theatrically?
Here’s what I wrote hours after seeing Nouvelle Vague in Cannes:
The toughest, cruelest, most unsentimental comment was posted yesterday in response to Jordan Ruimy’sstory about the Netflix deal:
Nouvelle Vague is not “embarrassing fan fiction”. It’s a clever, spirited time trip…a mild-mannered, light-hearted, generally effervescent revisiting of the Breathless legend. This aside, what Doeberman wrote is reasonably accurate.
Incidentally: Returning to the NYC area after a couple of weeks in Europe always bums me out. Architectural beauty, magnificent food, excellent public transportation — NYC is way, way behind European cities in almost every regard. Welcome back to down-at-the-heels Schitzburgh.
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