As I first observed last March after catching an early trailer for Let Me Explain (Summit, 7.3), comedian Kevin Hart is into connecting with the masses. He loves making people laugh, being applauded, cheered, recognized. But he doesn’t seem all that funny. And I’ve been laughing for years with/at Chris Rock, Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, etc. Is Hart the Gallagher of black comics? In the new redband trailer there are six or seven cutaways to urban types laughing at Hart’s material…we get it, we get it.

Oh, and the bit about being chased by a howling “deerbra” (half-deer, half-zebra) is unfunny because it appeals to the low-rent mentality of shopping-mall habitues. Nature! Nature’s comin’ after me, gonna take a bite out of my leg!

Last March: “Kevin Hart standing before a huge crowd at Madison Square Garden and being adored like God…they love me! Hart’s narration says Let Me Explain is about the joy of making people laugh. The footage, on the other hand, shows how deeply insecure he is, and how much he needs to fortify his ego. The cheers, the crowds, the adulation…Ceasar!

“A press release announces that Hart’s 2012 ‘Let Me Explain’ concert tour made $32 million. Leapin’ lizards…that’s a lot of money! I’ll bet Kevin can afford to buy a shitload of stuff now, right? Let Me Explain must therefore be really funny. After watching this trailer I wouldn’t see Let Me Explain if Hart personally paid me $100 to do so. Which he could afford.”

These guys fought because the weenie in the black T-shirt (i.e., the one who surrendered) didn’t have the driving skills to slip into the parking spot nose-first, like a ferret. Anyone who tries to back into a parking space on a crowded Manhattan cross street deserves whatever trouble comes his/her way. With power steering commonplace you should never do that. If you can’t nose your way in and wiggle around and eventually achieve parallel (which is how I park) then stop blocking the people behind you and man up and pay for a parking garage.

My prejudicial problem with Oliver Hirschbiegel‘s Diana, a forthcoming drama about the last two years in the life of Diana Princess of Wales (Naomi Watts), stems from my belief that Diana, however unloved she was by Prince Charles and however beloved she was by millions, wasn’t all that bright or wise. She was just a nice, gracious, kind-hearted lady who didn’t have a tremendous amount of activity going on upstairs, and whose death was entirely caused by her mystifying decision to become the girlfriend of Dodi Al Fayed, by any measure a playboy and a wastrel.

Beware of samurai swords in action films. It means it’s beholden to extreme Japanese action-flick tropes and a general obsession with razor-clean slicings and gleaming silvery blades and blah blah. Eff that noise. I was in Tokyo for a day last November, and I vowed never to return. That includes seeing this film. During my time in Tokyo I didn’t see a single yakuza lose his hand or his head or get disemboweled by a samurai sword. I didn’t even see a samurai sword hanging on a wall. Do you think it’s all movie bullshit, the samurai fixation? What digits or appendages will Hugh Jackman slice off? Who’s his trainer?

A buggy version of Apple’s new IOS7 is circulating among software designers. A friend sent it along yesterday. He’s downloaded it to his iPhone5, and says he’s almost sorry he did because it’s lumpy and problematic to some extent, as all not-yet-released operating systems always are. Apps and functions that aren’t quite working the way they should, etc.

In high-school exam terms, a 62% Rotten Tomatoes rating for Man of Steel is a fail — an F. Which doesn’t mean squat, of course, in box-office terms. My 9:30 am Prague screening (Vinohradská 151, 13000 Prague) starts in 55 minutes. I’m told that last week’s early-bird digital screening for critics on the Warner Bros. lot suffered a technical breakdown, causing a full hour’s delay.

I don’t know where the suspicion came from about David O. Russell being the “recently Oscar-nominated director” who reportedly complained about Creative Artists Agency during an in-house meeting, per that 5.13 N.Y. Post item, lamenting that CAA “should be called Caan’t! Caan’t, Caan’t, Caan’t!” This month-old rant was the inspiration for William Morris Endeavor‘s anti-CAA print campaign that was first reported about 36 hours ago — all those Century City posters (and one T-shirt seen on the Today show) with the familiar CAA logo spun into a deep-imprint lampoon that has already made its point, even if the ads are being taken down.

As the recent (5.26) anti-gay marriage demonstration in Paris showed, French conservatives are strongly against any kind of public acceptance or endorsement of gay behavior. So it’s not surprising that reactionaries in the Parisian suburbs of Versailles and Saint-Cloud freaked when posters for Alain Guiraudie‘s Stranger By The Lake were put on view. Deadline‘s Nancy Tartaglione reports that town officials have had the posters pulled after being “harassed” by phone calls and emails. I’m not particularly aroused or enthralled by the poster, but it’s nicely designed. Will I see Guiraudie’s film? Probably, but I honestly don’t like to watch guys eff each other…no offense. [No links because I’m tapping this out at Charles DeGaulle airport where the wifi isn’t fast or strong enough to handle WordPress’s embed-link function.]

Hillary Clinton is most likely crestfallen at the news that Carey Mulligan has decided against playing her in James Ponsoldt‘s Rodham. And she’s also probably terrified, now, that Lena Dunham might get the job. Dunham, clearly, would be the best choice. She’s the right age, she exudes brilliance and she’s round enough. As I wrote earlier, Clinton had chipmunk cheeks when she was young and Dunham has that basic tendency all over. I would buy her in a second in the role. Why did Mulligan bail? Anyone’s guess.