…with a little touch of Pietro Annigoni’s JFK portrait for Time magazine back in ‘62 or thereabouts This is what Bell’s Palsy has done since last weekend. For the time being my looks are destroyed — I can’t smile, my right eye sags, dogs howl when I pass by.
Anne Thompson’s cautious and temperate instincts have led her to rank Lily Gladstone as a fifth-place contender in the Best Actress race despite Lily’s recent Gotham and NYFCC wins. This means something. Thompson is no provocateur in the HE mode, no radical firebrand. She never walks upon unsafe ground.
HEanswer: There’s no way SAG/AFTRA and the New Academy Kidz would give a Best Actor Oscar to a white Italian actor playing a brute beast who slaps his wife around.
Two days ago Disney CEO Bob Igeradmitted to having read the proverbial writing on the wall and more or less bullhorned the following “whoa, Nellie!” message to Disneywokesters, which I’ve conveyed here in HE-styled rhetoric:
“All right, enough, dammit…we have to face facts…the Critical Drinker has been rightallalong and wehave to acknowledge the state of things, or at least I do…the new Disney law is “nomore wokepropaganda inourmovies”
“We’ve clearly alienated Joe and Jane Popcorn in the parenting community and we really have to get back to being goodoldfamily–friendlyDisney, and in case you’re not reading me, we’ll henceforth be re-assessing the advisability of using LGBTQIA and maybe even progressive femme-bot material in our animated features. We’ll be taking it one step at a time.”
Sidenote: All hail Le Monde’s ArnaudLeparmentier, whose 11.29article laid the situation on the line in a way that Variety or The HollywoodReporter would never do.
I’m not saying that yesterday’ssuddenlossofcontrol of the facialmuscles on the right side of my face and my mouth in particular…I’m not saying I look like Charles Laughton in TheHHunchback ofNotre Dame (‘39) but half of my facial features, which were fairly top-of-the-line when I was younger and at least pleasant in recent years…my looks are prettymuchgonenow, and if I was scheduled to see Sutton today I would be worried about alarming her. In the space of 24 hours I have suddenly become a mildly grotesque figure…I am now RichardIII…dogs bark and howl as I pass by.
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After:
Bonus points for anyone who can identify which film the above monster-in-the-mirror images are from. No, it’s not Martin Scorsese’s TheBigShave.
The exact same cosmic or celestial shift in the cathedral of the soul was experienced by Joseph Goebbels, Moses, Mouse (my Siamese cat who died of pancreatic cancer over 20 years ago), Amelia Earhart and Mother Teresa. Ascended or descended…the soup is hot, the soup is cold.