This looks good — The Others, The Innocents, The Nightcomers, etc. You might think that with the Harry Potter franchise over and that carte blanche effect at an end, Daniel Radcliffe ‘s markedly short stature may be an issue from time to time. But he’s about the same height as Al Pacino, and he’s got Mickey Rooney beat by a good three inches.

Friend-of-HE Nick Clement — a.k.a. “Action Man” — just got out of a Connnecticut screening of Jonathan Levine‘s 50/50 (Summit, 9.30) “and wow, I was not prepared for how accomplished it was,” he says. “Holy shit, what a great movie! Powerful. Sad but oddly uplifting. And funny. Genuinely funny.

“Joseph Gordon Levitt kills it — very understated, never going too hard for the emotions, always feeling 100% natural. And say what you will about Seth Rogen, but he’s perfect in this movie — and for the film to work at all, it needed a lot of humor, as there’s nothing funny about the situation that JGL’s character is facing. Rogen is basically capable of doing one thing — playing the rude, crude stoner who always has something funny to say — and that’s fine with me. He’s the best at this particular kind of comedy, and for me he never disappoints.

“My wife just got over a cancer-related illness where chemo was required (six months of it), and while she was never at risk with losing her life during her ordeal, I really related to a lot of what I was looking at tonight on the big screen. There’s a moment in the film where JGL makes a confession to his therapist (the fucking awesome Anna Kendrick, who just exudes confidence and smarts and warmth) that he just wants people to stop bullshitting him and tell him straight-up that he’s going to die. It’s a brilliant moment of acting and direction, and it was then that the movie grabbed me by the heart.

“Who the hell is Jonathan Levine? The Wackness? That still-unreleased Mandy Lane horror thing? There was a seriously talented hand guiding this movie, and it’s all the more impressive to learn that Levine was a replacement at the last minute for another filmmaker who apparently left the project over creative differences. Terry Stacey‘s intimate and measured cinematography is stylish but never show-offy, and the editing is sharp as a tack.

“And the soundtrack — I don’t remember a collection of semi-older-pop songs as good as this one. Michael Giacchino‘s score is subtle yet highly effective, and that right there is why 50/50 works as well as it does. It never hammers you over the head with how inherently sad the entire scenario is, and because Levine doesn’t wallow in anything for too long, nothing ever becomes maudlin in the way that lesser movies dealing with this subject have been.

“And still, the best strength of the entire piece is Will Reiser‘s screenplay. While predictable in some respects, he gets so much right in the little details (as this apparently happened to him in some fashion), and for the first time in a long time, I felt that the voices of the thirtysomethings in this film were honest and real depictions of actual people living in the here-and-now. All the lines sounded organic and the frequently colorful (and often times laugh-out-loud-funny) vulgarity was just what friends would say to each other.

“Confusing and stressful interactions with doctors were spot on and tearful and painful discussions with parents are examined (Anjelica Houston nails a few scenes as JGL’s mom). Plus, there’s this great scene where JGL, Rogen, Philip Baker Hall (really good in an uncharacteristic role) and Matt Frewer all get high on medicinal marijuana, and I swear, the way it’s shot and cut — you feel like your getting a contact high. And I loved the bit with JGL walking out of his first chemo session…

“I don’t want to oversell this film but I’m afraid I already have. It’s going to be a tough sell with the general populace I think at the box-office, which is a shame, because it’s the sort of film that totally wins over its audience. I saw the film in a sold-out theater at a free screening sponsored by various websites and radio stations. Mixed demographics and people of all ages. You always worry with free movies as you never know what kind of winners are gonna show up, but with 50/50, nobody spoke, texted, or acted up — everyone was consumed with what they were watching. They laughed in all the right spots, choked up when the moment was right, and quiet during all of the big moments.

“It’s gonna become known as ‘that cancer movie’ but my hope is that the Rogen brand brings people in on opening weekend, because once word gets out, it will be a film that will be impossible not to reccommend to anyone you know. Without spoiling anything, the ending is fair and earned and completely believable. Expectations play a large part in how one reacts to any given film, and I never expected to be as moved as I was by 50/50. I hope that somehow it gains some awards traction because its one of those little movies that deserves everything thrown at it.”

Update: “The screening happened at Rave Cinemas in Manchester, CT — best multiplex in the state. No focus group. They didn’t even give out cards. They had some marketing people from Summit in the lobby asking people what they thought and they were writing things down in journals, I got the pass from www.gofobo.com — very cool, free movies.

I saw friends with benefits this way

“I’m still crying from this film. Everyone was. Very effective filmmaking.”

“In 1873, the first electromechanical vibrator was used at an asylum in France for the treatment of female hysteria. While physicians of the period acknowledged that the disorder stemmed from sexual dissatisfaction, they seemed unaware of or unwilling to admit the sexual purposes of the devices used to treat it. In fact, the introduction of the speculum was far more controversial than that of the vibrator.” — from “Female hysteria” Wiki page.

The Relativity guys are taking Machine Gun Preacher on the road before the Toronto Film Festival, showing it to journos in various burghs & arranging interviews with talent. Me: “Can I see it early too? I’ll hold the review until the festival, of course. It would just help to be able to bag this one early.” Them: “But seeing it at the festival will be so much more exciting! With a big crowd and all!”

Me: “Yeah, but all the publicists say that, and it’s impossible to see all the films I want to see once the festival starts. The upshot is that I wind up missing 10 or 15 films, which is why seeing anything early is great.” Same tug-of-war conversation every year.

For some reason this photo of the River Bend Lodge in Chama, New Mexico, makes me feel soothed and peaceful-like. Maybe it’s the green lawn or the log-cabin vibe or the buffalo statue or all of it. I’m staying here on the night on Wednesday, 8.31, as part of the first leg of a five-hour drive up to the Telluride Film Festival from Albuquerque, New Mexico. They have cabins with loft beds, and a river outside with the smell of pine trees in the air. I love mom-and-pop places and I hate corporate-type hotels.

The well-connected Patricia Bosworth has always been a succinct, carefully phrased writer and a perceptive and trustworthy biographer. (I’ve read her 1978 book about Montgomery Clift twice.) I was reminded of her skills when I began reading a Vanity Fair excerpt from her latest biography, Jane Fonda: The Private Life of a Public Woman earlier today. It also hit me again that the story of Fonda’s life from the early ’60s to early ’70s is a stirring one, particularly in the arc of her relationship with French director Roger Vadim.

The bottom line is that Vadim was a much more interesting man than he was a director — his films were never very much more than shallow exploitation fare with provocative sex scenes. But he did guide Fonda’s life and soul into realms she’d never known or savored before they met and got going as a couple sometime in ’64. And Fonda did came of age and bloomed in all sorts of ways — sexually, politically, culturally — due to his influence. He orchestrated her metamorphosis from plucky young lass to seasoned European woman.

And then the string ran out in the early ’70s, both having travelled as far as they were able to within their particular realm, having married each other in late ’65. Fonda moved on to feminism and political militancy and Klute and “Hanoi Jane” and Tom Hayden and all that, and Vadim, among other things, went on to make the execrable Pretty Maids All In A Row. He was a flat, terrible filmmaker. (Barbarella is glossy dreck.) Vadim’s great gift was his ability to seduce, marry and exploit beautiful actresses. And to make his life into a great sensual symphony of sorts, I suppose.

It’s a fascinating growth-of-a-woman story (the excerpt, I mean) with a fair amount of frank reporting about the impulsive, swan-divey sexual intrigues of that era. What a time to be randy and alive and hungry! Although the sexual anecdote that I’ve most enjoyed about the young Fonda (however accurate or inaccurate it may be) is contained in Peter Biskind‘s Warren Beatty biography.

Jane Fonda, Roger Vadim on the set of Barbarella.

This won’t qualify as a substantial observation, but I’ve noticed over the past couple of days that Gov. Rick Perry has only half a neck. He’s got a fairly large head that seems to mostly just sit on his shoulders, and what little he has in the way of a neck is hidden by those high-and-wide elephant collars he loves to wear. I’m not saying he has no neck at all, which is how it was with Mickey Spillane. And it may be an optical illusion as much as anything else.

In the ’80s, ’90s and early aughts Liam Neeson starring or playing a supporting role in a film was a better-than-half-likely assurance of quality. No longer. Now Neeson’s participation means there’s a better-than-50-50 chance that the film is a piece of action shit. Because his name, sorry to say, has nearly become a synonym for the bend-over paycheck theology. Neeson hasn’t quite attained the status of Jason Statham, whose action films are almost always garbage (i.e., 90% or 95% of the time), the last exception being ’07’s The Bank Job. But he’s getting there.

Not that it matters because action stars seem to endure no matter how many pieces of shit they make. Because action fans (i.e., guys who line up to see every Statham film no matter what) don’t seem to care whether an action film really delivers or not. They don’t seem to discriminate between CG robo-dogshit actioners like Fast Five and elite Tiffany entries like Drive. If anything a significant percentage seems to prefer the former.

I myself believe it’s important for action stars to at least offer a slight ray of hope for the discriminating action fan (i.e., someone like myself) by making a tolerable, half-acceptable film every four or five or six years. It’s understood that they make crap for a living, no problem with that, but every fifth or sixth film has to be half-decent, I feel, so you can say to yourself, “Okay, there’s a one-in-six chance this latest film won’t be torture to sit through.” They can’t all be bad, I’m saying. You can’t appear in nothing but crap for ten years straight and hold onto people like me,

Except by this standard Neeson is already failing. His last good film in which he starred was Kinsey (’04), and he’s scheduled to make Taken II in 2013. Maybe he’s the new Statham, only older.

In addition to my previously posted list of 35 Toronto Film Festival must-sees (26 features, 9 documentaries) I’m today adding nine more films, selected from a new batch that TIFF announced this morning, which brings the total to 44. At best I’ll get to see maybe 25 of these. (My usual festival tally is between 20 and 25.) At least there’s the comfort of knowing that many if not most of the 2011 Telluride selections will overlap and therefore dent.

Rachel Weisz in Terrence Davies’ The Deep Blue Sea.

This morning’s add-ons:

Guy Lodge‘s…I meant to say Terrence Davies‘ The Deep Blue Sea. (Lodge urged me to catch it on 8.7.) A 1950s-era tale about an affair between a married socialite (Rachel Weisz) and an ex-RAF pilot (Tom Hiddleston). Eventually and quite naturally Weisz’s older husband (Simon Russell Beale), a judge, finds out and the shit hits the fan. Based on the play of the same name by Terence Rattigan. “A career-best performance from Weisz, according to trusted sources who have seen it,” says Lodge.

Contemporary World Cinema (2):

Always Brando, d: Ridha Behi. About a young Tunisian actor named Anis Raache “who bears a stunning resemblance to young Marlon Brando,” and Behi having gone to the real Brando eight or nine years ago to pitch a young-old movie focusing on Raache and the real McCoy, or something like that. Brando died in before shooting began.

Miss Bala, d: Gerardo Naranjo. A Mexican beauty queen and a drug gang. This was a mid-level sensation at last May’s Cannes Film Festival. I missed it then, but not this time.

Galas (6):

Page Eight, d: David Hare. Contemporary espionage & moral dilemmas. Bill Nighy, Rachel Weisz, Michael Gambon, Ralph Fiennes and Judy Davis.

The Awakening, d: Nick Murphy. Allegedly “a sophisticated psychological/supernatural thriller in the tradition of The Others and The Orphanage.” W/ Rebecca Hall, Dominic West and Imelda Staunton.

Killer Elite, d: Gary McKendry. Scenic global thriller about special ops & assassins, blah blah. Jason Statham, Robert De Niro, Clive Owen, blah, blah.

That Summer, d: Philippe Garrel. “A couple living together in Paris – he’s a painter, she’s a film actress – befriend a couple of film extras who fall in love with each other. All four go to Rome where their relationships undergo profound changes as emotions shift and change.” Perfect!

Violet & Daisy, d: Geoffrey Fletcher. W/ Saoirse Ronan, Alexis Bledel and James Gandolfini.

Wuthering Heights, d: Andrea Arnold. W/ James Howson, Kaya Scodelario. Do I have to see this? Is it really necessary? What will it actually add?

At the 31-second mark N.Y. Times columnist Paul Krugman suggests that if there was a huge government-spending program brought about by an emergency, like the spending prompted by the Great Depression and World War II, it would bolster our economy and make it robust, even, in less than two years. And then at 1:04 he theorizes that such a program could be brought about by the threat of invading space aliens.

Almost exactly the same point was made in a slightly different context by President Ronald Reagan in December 1985.

Speaking about sharp nuclear-policy differences between himself and Russian president Mikhael Gorbachev, Reagan said, “I couldn’t help but…when you stop to think that we’re all God’s children, wherever we live in the world, I couldn’t help but say to [Gorbachev] just how easy his task and mine might be if suddenly there was a threat to this world from some other species from another planet outside in the universe. We’d forget all the little local differences that we have between our countries and we would find out once and for all that we really are all human beings here on this Earth together.”