Daniel Craig looks leaner and tougher (i.e., younger) than he does in Knives Out, that’s for sure. But when he bungee-jumps off the aqueduct bridge in Matera…gentlemen! I’ve been explaining for years that hero protagonists diving off buildings, cliffs and high bridges is an infuriating cliche, and filmmakers don’t care…they just don’t care.
That includes No Time To Die helmer Cary Joji Fukunaga, who for the time being has put aside the Sin Nombre, Jane Eyre and Beasts of No Nation identity badge in order to become…you tell me.
Favorite No Time To Die touches: (a) Rami Malek‘s lizard skin and Phantom of the Opera mask, (b) heavily militarized Aston Martin, (c) Christoph Waltz‘s silver-haired Ernst Stavro Blofeld, confined Hannibal Lecter-style inside a thick plastic cell.
Otherwise the same old shite. It has to be. It can’t not be. 007 films are two parts Turkish heroin, one part ketamine, sprinkled with sugar and men’s cologne and fortified by corporate determination. Stunt guys are happy, paychecks all around.
There are three kinds of Robert Duvall performances. Many of us, I think, are most enthralled when he plays characters who say relatively little — sometimes just a few lines, sometimes nothing at all but always on the succinct side. When he turns it down and keeps most of it tucked inside.
There’s only one thing that really matters when it comes to J.J. Abrams‘ Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, and it’s not (a) “is it a good or great film?” or (b) “does it have enough in the way of light-sabre duels?” or (c) “does it deliver a sufficiently emotional finale?” or anything in that realm.
No, what matters to Hollywood Elsewhere is “are there sufficient amounts of LGBTQ representation?”
I know that when I read earlier today that a hot romance between Oscar Isaac‘s Poe Dameron and John Boyega‘s Finn could not be counted upon…when I read this will not materialize in the forthcoming Disney release, I felt a stab of disappointment. I felt, actually, as if a lightsaber had punctured my heart.
Isaac felt the same way. In an apparent allusion to a physical relationship between Poe and Finn, the darkly attractive actor toldVariety‘s Adam B. Vary that he “kind of hoped and wished that [same-sex issues] would’ve been taken further in the other films, but I don’t have control…it seemed like a natural progression, but sadly enough it’s a time when people are too afraid, I think, of…I don’t know what.”
What are all those straight Star Wars fans “afraid” of anyway? What’s so scary about love between passionate, trusting partners?
Isaac told Vary that the “ambiguity” of Poe and Finn’s relationship “might allow more people to see themselves” in Poe and Finn. “But if they would’ve been boyfriends, that would have been fun.”
And yet somehow the idea of Finn and Poe…there’s something about this image that doesn’t exactly say “Star Wars” to me. Am I being hurtful by sharing this thought? Am I standing in the way of a new evolving consciousness? I don’t want to be that person. I’m just, you know, an Empire Strikes Back kind of guy. Is there room for guys like me in the new Star Wars universe?
There is at least a note of assurance from The Rise of Skywalker‘s director. “In the case of the LGBTQ community, it was important to me that people who go to see this movie feel that they’re being represented in the film,” Abrams told Vary. “I will say I’m giving away nothing about what happens in the movie. But I did just say what I just said.”
“Sadly, Greta Gerwig’s much buzzed-about Little Women was completely shut out by the National Board of Review, not even making it on to the top films list.” — from Marc Malkin‘s Variety write-up about today’s National Board of Review award announcements.
In other words, Malkin is a Little Women fanboy and is personally disappointed that it didn’t even make the top-ten cut. Not necessarily a bad sign for the Oscars, but not a good one either.
“And then there’s Adam Sandler,” Malkin goes on. “The funny man didn’t win the Gotham for best actor for Uncut Gems — that went to Adam Driver for Marriage Story — but NBR gave him the top actor honor.”
Anyone who calls Sandler a “funny man” after his performances in Punch-Drunk Love, Spanglish, Reign Over Me, Funny People and The Meyerowitz Stories is being dismissive. He’s suggesting that Sandler is a dramatic dabbler. That or Malkin is implying that he’s not an Uncut Gems fan. (Neither am I.) Either way it’s unfair.
A couple of nights ago I finally saw Chinonye Chukwu‘s Clemency. There’s a lot of support for Alfre Woodard‘s performance as a death row prison warden coping with guilt. Her acting is effective on its own terms, but I found myself disengaging almost immediately from the script, and to some extent from the direction.
In the very first scene Woodard’s Bernadine Williams, who presumably was hired because she didn’t seem like the excessively emotional type, is seized by emotion as she stares at an execution gurney. A youngish prison guard emerges from a nearby room and says “Warden?” No answer. “Warden?” Ditto. “Bernardine?” he says, and then finally Woodard acknowledges the guy.
Right away I was muttering “bullshit.” No way does a chief administrator of a prison ignore a colleague, or become so lost in thought that she doesn’t hear a question. Cheap theatrical device.
The first execution scene (intravenous) begins a few minutes later. A Latino male is strapped down and sweating his last few minutes of life. The dosing begins with some uniformed dude overseeing the injection of lethal drugs. A couple of guards stand at the ready. Oddly, Woodard’s warden is also in the room, standing right behind the doomed convict and staring at him intently, like a distraught wife or a mother would.
I’ve seen several execution scenes in my life, and I’ve never seen a single one in which a warden hovers over the condemned like a nurse. And I didn’t buy it. It irritated me, actually.
So I’m only a few minutes into Clemency and I’ve already had two dropout moments. I was thisclose to turning it off, but I stayed with it. But I never really “came back in,” so to speak. It’s an okay film in some respects. It’s not awful. I was affected — diverted — by Richard Schiff‘s performance as a bitter bleeding-heart attorney. Clemency will be released on 12.27.19.
In 1972, this Getaway shootout sequence (Steve McQueen vs. seven or eight cowboy-hatted Texas schloombahs) wasn’t intense enough even by Sam Peckinpah‘s own standards of violence, which had been burned into the cultural psyche with Straw Dogs and especially The Wild Bunch. In my book Roger Donaldson’s 1994 remake was better in almost every respect, save for the fact that Alec Baldwin couldn’t hope to measure up to McQueen.
And if someone were to remake The Getaway today, the standing order would be “out-gun the Donaldson version by a factor of ten-plus. And while you’re at it, come up with a flying motorcycle stunt that out-performs that stupid-ass one in that No Time To Die trailer.”
And the dialogue would have to be rewritten, of course. When Sally Struthers‘ distraught character (“Fran”) cries “have you seen Rudy?”, the anonymous Texas gunman would have to reply in a less dismissive way.
All hail Uncut Gems‘ Adam Sandler for having won the Best Actor trophy from the National Board of Review…Godz-approved. I’ve gone on record as an ardent non-fan of Uncut Gems, but Sandler’s crazy pinball performance as an uncontrollably insane gambling junkie is much better than the film — it becomes its own realm and testament.
I’ve certainly no qualms about Martin Scorsese‘s The Irishman winning the Best Film award, or Once Upon A Time in America‘s Quentin Tarantino winning for Best Director — a basic split-the-vote approach. I understand and support the idea of Renée Zellweger winning the Best Actress trophy for Judy.
I’m of two minds about OUATIH‘s Brad Pitt winning for Best Supporting Actor — he totally deserves it but I also loved Al Pacino‘s Jimmy Hoffa in The Irishman.
And I agree with giving the Best Supporting Actress award to Richard Jewell‘s Kathy Bates, although I thought Marriage Story‘s Laura Dern had this one in the bag.
I strongly disagree with the NBR’s Best Original Screenplay award going to Josh Safdie, Benny Safdie and Ronald Bronstein for Uncut Gems. Calling the Gems screenplay superior to those for Marriage Story, Once Upon A Time in Hollywood or Pain and Glory is, to me, an insane call. Steve Zallian‘s Irishman screenplay (“It is what it is”) winning for Best Adapted Screenplay is completely deserved.
Sen. Kamala Harris, the only significant woman person of color in the race for the Democratic presidential nomination, is dropping out. If Cory Booker was a realist he would drop out also — ditto Andrew Yang, Julian Castro and Amy Klobuchar. They’re all finished, and they know it.
Next year’s Democratic presidential nominee is almost certainly going to be a stammering whitey-white male in his late ’70s, which means the vp pick could turn out to be…Harris? Although the smarter vp pick would be Buttigieg — running with a 37-year-old genius would offset the doddering factor.
Here we are in the pre-primary Democratic presidential home stretch and it’s an all-Anglo race now with three post-retirement-age poll champs — Droolin’ Joe Biden, Stubborn Old Goat Bernie and nagging schoolmarm Elizabeth — and a grand total of one sane, super-brilliant, sensible, catching-on candidate who’s under the age of 65 — Mayor Pete.
But of course, the South Bend Mayor is doomed to come up short because of the determination of African American voters to stick us with the 77 year-old Biden, who’s going to gaffe and stumble and brain-mulch his way through the primaries and during the campaign…can’t wait for that endless agony.
If anyone outside of the black community thinks Typewriter Joe is really and truly the man to lead the country into the 2020s…God help their synapses. If there’s really and truly no way out of nominating a septugenarian, I would much rather see Michael Bloomberg run against Trump.
Harris never broke out poll-wise. She was constantly in the lower single digits (in the same general realm with Yang, Booker, Castro and Klobuchar). She had that one surge following her busing contretemps with Biden during…what was it, the first or second debate?
Only now do I have the courage to admit that I always suspected Harris might not make it because she only stands 5’2″. Hillary Clinton stood (and probably still stands) 5’5″. James Madison was the shortest-ever president — 5’4″.
N.Y Times: “The California Senator has suspended her presidential campaign after months of slumping poll numbers, a dramatic comedown after her campaign began with significant promise.
“Ms. Harris has informed staff and Democratic officials of her intent to drop out the presidential race, according to sources familiar with the matter, which comes after a upheaval among staff and disarray among her own allies.
“The announcement is both dramatic and unexpected, perhaps the most sudden development to date in a Democratic presidential campaign where Ms. Harris began in the top tier.”
The Indiewire-stamped Gotham Awards are currently underway. There are always two questions that follow the presenting of any trophy in any early-in-the-award-season show. One, did the recipient[s] deserve this award? Two, how political, progressive or “woke”-significant was the motive behind the choosing? And three, does this particular win “mean” anything — will it influence the thinking of other award-bestowing orgs?
[10:12 pm] Marriage Story wins the Best Feature award — deserved, not so political, highly meaningful for the Oscars — serious boost.
[Written at 6:05 pm Pacific): HE recognizes that the odds favor Adam Driver winning the Best Actor prize for Marriage Story, but I’d rather see Adam Sandler win for Uncut Gems or Willem Dafoe for The Lighthouse. 10:15 pm update: Driver — sorry about Sandler and Dafoe coming up short, but them’s the breaks.
Best Actress-wise, HE’s favorite contender is Mary Kay Place for Diane. If Place doesn’t win, I’d like to see Awkwafina take it for The Farewell. 10:19 pm update: Awkwafina! Fine, no worries.
Winners So Far: Noah Baumbach‘s Marriage Story has won for Best Screenplay award. Deserved? Yes. How political? Not particularly. Influence? A definite Oscar race booster.
24 year-old Taylor Russell, who plays the daughter in Waves (and who doesn’t figure all that strongly in the narrative until the second half), has won the Breakthrough Actor award. Deserved? Certainly. How political? Not so you’d notice. Influence? Minimal — this is a Gotham thing that will stay in the New York City region until further notice.
Steven Bognar and Julia Reichert‘s American Factory (Netflix, produced by Barack and Michelle Obama‘s Higher Ground Productions, 97% Rotten Tomatoes) has won the Best Documentary award. This is a hand-made, shoe-leather, Frederick Wiseman-style doc about working people coping with workplace conditions and economic currents. My guess is that the Obama-brand had something to do with the win.
[6:10 pm] I have to prepare for the Once Upon A Time in Hollywood event, which starts at 7 pm.
I call bullshit on the flying motorcycle soaring like a hawk up and over a medieval city wall and crashing into a line of tourists. Steve McQueen‘s motorcycle leap over a hilly barbed-wire border frontier in The Great Escape…fine. But this thing? Update: Okay, they actually figured a way to make this happen with a specially built super-ramp and an Xtreme stunt guy, etc. But no one trusts what they see in a film anyway so who cares? It’s all bullshit.
