“Denis Villeneuve has decided to make cinema for a global audience. Dune is smooth, vitrified, spherical. (…) The production design comes before everything else; in fact, it compensates for everything. The result is plasticized, a constant grayish metallic glaze, a screen saver.” — Cahiers du Cinema.

This is about the recent LexG aggressive identity thing, and is specifically directed at Bill Traschke, Eddie Ginley, SpiceFlow, JBM and Downtown Vibe, among others. I am telling you all straight and true that I will have no more talk about a certain producer being a LexG impersonator or a shadow presence of any kind in any recent threads (like, for instance, “Sorry, Let’s Be Cool, Never Mind“)

I am not being played or duped or misdirected or boondoggled or flim-flammed by anyone. I know exactly who’s who and what’s what. So just drop it…drop the subject, drop the focus, leave it there, move on with your lives.

I have known LexG’s email address from way back, and as recently as two months ago he wrote me one of his hateful, dismissive, pus-filled screeds. I know who and what he is and what his address and phone number are, and I will have no more HE commenters insisting that a certain producer is impersonating him. That shit ends right now, and if any of the above commenters persist in this vein I will stamp their ticket and eject their asses faster than the wind out of duck’a ass.

Late last week Harrison Ford, 79, lost his credit card in the Sicilian beach town of Mondello.

It was found and quickly returned (great!), but the more important question was why the hell was Ford, a man of wealth and taste, chilling in an area adjacent to Palermo, which is widely regarded as one of the ugliest and most plundered cities in Europe, largely due to the influence of greedy Italian mafiosos**?

Jett and I were in Palermo 11 and 1/2 years ago, and more precisely on 5.27.10. While waiting for an overnight ferry to Napoli I filed a piece called “Sack of Palermo.”

A day or two earlier we had hung our hats in Cefalu, which is east of Palermo about 35 or 40 kilometers.

Ford’s untitled Indiana Jones film, which is being directed by former HE friend and subsequent betrayer James Mangold, will open on 6.30.23, at which point Ford will be just short of his 81st birthday.

I only began to pay attention to Glenn Youngkin, Terry McAuliffe‘s Republican oppenent in the 11.2 election to decide who will be Virginia’s governor, a few days ago. Youngkin looks like an old-fashioned, country-club Republican, but he’s been kowtowing to the rabid yahoo faction (foam-at-the-mouth Trump loyalists, no masks or vaccines, own the libtards) and is basically just another animal.

Six months ago I posted a piece titled “Caviezel QAnon Fruitcake.” It was about Jim Caviezel (The Passion of the Christ, The Thin Red Line) pushing child blood-harvesting adrenochrome QAnon bullshit at a lunatic COVID-19 conspiracy “health and freedom” conference in Oklahoma. He seemed to cut loose even worse the other night in Las Vegas. Mad hatter Jesus-vs.-Satan stuff. When I first met him 24, 25 years ago he seemed mild-mannered, reasonable, sane.

Jim Caviezel gives a speech riddled with religious fanaticism and Q propaganda at the QAnon conference in Las Vegas. pic.twitter.com/9gugWfoyaG

— PatriotTakes 🇺🇸 (@patriottakes) October 25, 2021

Dave Chappelle: “To the transgender community I am more than willing to give you an audience. But you will not summon me. I am not bending to anyone’s demands. But if you wannq meet with me, I am more than willing to. But I have some conditions. First of all, you cannot come if you haven’t watched [The Closer] from beginning to end. Secondly, you must come to a place of my choosing, and a time of my choosing. And thirdly, you must admit that Hannah Gadsby is not funny.”

Oh, and this especially: “Thank God for Ted Sarandos and Netflix…he’s the only who didn’t cancel me yet.”

Outside of literary types like Lewis Lapham and Sinclair Lewis, it seems as if more people pronounce it “louie” rather than “louis.” at least when it comes to “Louie Louie,” Claude Rains‘ Louis Renault character in Casablanca, Huey, Dewey and Louie, Louie Anderson and King Louis (i.e., “Louie”) of France. But if there’s one famous Louis who certainly avoided the “ouwee”, it was Louis Armstrong.

Why Armstrong on this agreeably rainy Los Angeles morning? Partly because Satchmo’s rendition of “We Have All The Time in The World” is played over the closing credits of No Time To Die, but mainly because Variety critic Guy Lodge mentioned him this morning.

In response to a Vernon Scott Facebook lament about the circumstances that led to last Thursday’s death of poor Halyna Hutchins, Paul Schrader had a succinct response;

This was snapped sometime in ’01 or ’02…somewhere in there. I’ve been to Prague seven or eight times. My first visit was a honeymoon thing with my ex-wife Maggie in October ’87. (Prague was a total Commie town back then, celebrating the 70th anniversary of the ’17 Russian revolution, scent of soft coal everywhere.) My second visit was in ’92 — managed to shake Vaclav Havel‘s hand at a bookstore. This visit, I think, was my third.

One of HE’s antagonists wrote the following in late September (edited): “I’m not going to share the whole story of how I came to believe I should write this to you. Suffice that I’m undergoing some serious harassment from a former friend and it’s not pleasant. Shoe having been on the other foot, I’ve experienced some clarity.

“Whatever [the motivation, my psychology has] compelled me to act in ways that are unacceptable, both professionally and personally.

“So I’m apologizing, again. And I know you won’t trust it and I do not blame you. I will continue to find a good number of your opinions exasperating, but I’ll try in the future to make a point of not making a point of it. I just wanted to apologize for real and let you know that from hereon in I’ll be making a genuine effort not to make any more trouble for you.”

HE reply [same day]: “Was this written by a humanoid seed pod from Don Siegel’s Invasion of the Body Snatchers?

“You’ve now sent three emails saying ‘I’ve been a toxic dick and I’m sorry’…right? One seven or eight years ago, and then another (or so I recall) and now this one. It’s a pattern.

“This isn’t real unless you post it on Twitter. Maybe it’ll start something. Maybe some of the other battery-acid Robespierre haters will read it and think ‘hmm, maybe I should ease up on my own anti-HE bullshit.’

“Go to Twitter and it’s real. Keep it private and it’s not. Only a fool would presume otherwise.”

HE antagonist back to HE, the same day: “Your proposition interests me. [Perhaps] a proclamation of principles as applied to my treatment of you might be in order. I shall give it serious consideration.”