“Has anybody been watching the debates lately? You’ve got a governor whose state is on fire denying climate change. It’s true. You’ve got audiences cheering at the prospect of somebody dying because they don’t have healthcare. And booing a service member in Iraq because they’re gay. That’s not reflective of who we are.” — President Barack Obama speaking last night at a Bay Area fundraiser.

I missed Abe Sylvia‘s Dirty Girl (Weinstein Co., 10.7) at the 2010 Toronto Film Festival. I have a chance to see it this evening, but Katey Rich’s year-old Cinema Blend review has given me pause. A promiscuous bad girl (Juno Temple) and an overweight gay classmate (Jeremy Dozier) flee the horrors of Oklahoma for potential deliverance in California. For what it’s worth the violet-pink one-sheet works.

Warner Home Video’s Ben-Hur Bluray streets tomorrow. It’s been selling in at least a couple of Manhattan DVD stores over the past week or so. If I was home in West Hollywood I’d have a screener by now and a review posted like everyone else. But I’m going to wait five days to see it on a big, panoramic screen at Saturday morning’s New York Film Festival showing at Alice Tully Hall. I’ll probably never see it projected like this again.

Five days ago Bluray.com’s Jeffrey Kauffman described the Ben-Hur Bluray as “astonishing — really breathtaking, and I mean that literally. Is there any other studio that has so lovingly gone back to its iconic catalog (albeit one that officially “belongs” to M-G-M) as Warner has? Once again the studio has returned to the original negative to source new high-rez scans, along with a frame-by-frame restoration, to present this film in high definition, and to say the results are spectacular is something of an understatement.

“What a difference a careful transfer, including absolutely accurate telecine color timing, can make for a release. The film is also stunningly damage-free, with nary a scratch, speck or other distraction in view.

“This well over three hour film has been wisely spread across two BD-50’s, so kiss any latent fears of compression artifacts goodbye, especially since the bulk of the supplements are included on a third Blu-ray disc. Everything from the copious Roman foliage to the ornate grillwork in the Hur compound resolves perfectly, with precision and absolute accuracy. Colors are incredibly well saturated and those gorgeous Technicolor reds and purples are all that they should be.”

The one thing I find encouraging about Man on a Ledge (Summit, 1.13.12) is that the director, Asgar Leth, delivered a killer doc five years ago called Ghosts of Cite Soleil. The two things that give me concern are (a) Pablo Fejnves‘ heard-it-before, on-the-nose dialogue (“I am an innocent man!”) and (b) the fact that it looks and feels like a typical standard-issue urban thriller — i.e., the kind that tends to be released in January or February.

Ghosts of Cite Soleil is about two pistol-packing Haitian brothers who ran slum gangs during the final months of Jean Bertrand Aristide‘s presidency, and how things got worse for them after Aristide was deposed.

After seeing it in March ’06, I wrote that “I now see Haiti as less of a Ground Zero for abstract political terror and more of a place where people on the bottom rung are trying to live and breathe and create their own kind of life-force energy as a way of waving away the constant hoverings of doom. In short, this excellent 88-minute film adds recognizable humanity to a culture that has seemed more lacking in hope and human decency than any other on earth.”

The age-old Steven Spielberg = sweeping emotionality equation had led five Gold Derby experts — Hollywood Reporter‘s Scott Feinberg, Village Voice‘s Michael Musto, Movieline‘s Stu Van Airsdale plus Gold Derby‘s Tom O’Neil and Paul Sheehan — to forecast a War Horse Best Picture win. Five others have picked The Descendants, and two have gone for The Artist. I’m the only Moneyball guy, and Rolling Stone‘s Peter Travers is picking The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.

Anne Hathaway‘s Dark Knight Returns catwoman get-up will be fairly utilitarian. Not too much different from Julie Newmar’s. A simple wrap-around mask, no cat tail, and no hair-concealing head mask or face-cover a la Michelle Pfeiffer‘s version. And no S & M midriff-exposure a la Halle Berry.

It goes without saying that when Hathaway gets into fights with much taller, bigger and stronger guys in this upcoming Chris Nolan film, she’ll whip their asses like they’re eight year-old boys.

Prior to last night’s Moneyball screening at the AMC Lincoln Square I saw a somewhat longer and more plot-specific and dialogue-specific trailer for Tower Heist than the one released on 7.28. I was sold. It persuaded me that due to Eddie Murphy‘s standout performance, Tower Heist will probably be a funnier Ocean’s 11. The idea alone of Murphy doing Gabby Sidibe…the mind reels.

The embedded trailer here is an international version that somewhat resembles the one I saw last night, but isn’t exactly the same. The downside is that 15 or 20 of the jokes will now fall flat because everyone will have heard them 30 or 40 times by the time the film opens in November.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to slip into the AMC Lincoln Plaza earlier tonight to check out the 9:30 pm Moneyball show and see how it looked. What I saw would break Bennett Miller‘s heart, and definitely Wally Pfister‘s. The general darkness of the image was appalling, horrific. The foot lambert level must have been 9 or 10 instead of the proper 14. And the sound was definitely lower than the sound levels for the trailers.

I had tears in my eyes. Miller and Pfister have worked so hard and so well, and then the AMC guys come along and fuck it all up for the customers. People all around me had paid $13 bills each to see a version of Moneyball that definitely blew chunks on a presentation level, and they didn’t even know how bad it was. But I did. I couldn’t take it after 20 minutes or so.

This wasn’t an accident or the projectionist slacking off, trust me. I’ve suffered through sub-par Lincoln Square presentations before and this shit is POLICY. These guys are institutionally committed to diminishing the visual and audio levels of movies that would look and sound a hell of a lot better if they were projected properly.

Team Lincoln Square doesn’t mess around with their IMAX presentations — those are fine. But they’re definitely degrading the audio-visual content in regular theatres. As far as I’m concerned they are the sworn enemy of quality projection.

And I’m a formerly licensed projectionist and I know from light and sound levels so don’t tell me. As Burt Lancaster said to Mickey Saughnessy in From Here to Eternity, “I ain’t tellin’ you — you’re tellin’ me.”

Awards Daily‘s Sasha Stone and I recorded an epic-length Oscar Poker this morning — i.e., 90 minutes. But it was a really good one, I thought. We began with Boxoffice.com’s Phil Contrino riffing about the Lion King 3D vs. Moneyball box-office battle, and then it was off to the races on anything and everything. Here’s a non-iTunes, stand-alone link.

Just a reminder that Kris Tapley‘s In Contention now lives in a closet inside a drop-down menu inside the orange-and-blue scattershot nightmare that is Hitfix. He and Guy Lodge are essential reads so please bookmark and act accordingly.

How do you go from being a multi-millionaire to living in a van on a street in South Central? Hold on, let me think…drugs? This is easily the most noteworthy Sly Stone story since the bogus rumor about his having had an affair with Doris Day in the early ’70s.