Hollywood Elsewhere sincerely apologizes for missing last night’s all-media screening of Elizabeth Banks‘ Charlie’s Angels. It’s not that I didn’t want to see it…okay, maybe it is that. Maybe I subconsciously “forgot” for this reason.
“The movie is relentless, pulpy and exciting, unabashedly derivative, and — at an hour and 58 minutes — a little too much of a rousingly of-the-moment feministic but still rather standard-issue thing.
Heroic Hollywood: “While speaking to SBIFF Cinema Society, Joker director Todd Phillips explained that there were a few scenes that he had to cut, the most notable of which was a scene had Joaquin Phoenix’s Arthur Fleck doing something bizarre while inside a bathtub.
“Phillips didn’t explain what this was exactly, but it seems as though the scene in question was meant to be highly disturbing.
“Usually, when a hard-R movie has to have a scene cut from the theatrical release in order to get MPAA approval, it’s because the scene in question is deemed pornographic. However, Phillips suggested that the scene that was removed is not sexually explicit in nature, but is simply too bizarre for a standard R-rated movie to handle.”
John Sebastian + the MonaLisa Twinsbonded a little more than two years ago. It only took me 7 and 1/2 months to catch up with this “Make Up Your Mind” video. Apart from the fact that Sebastian is 50 years older than he was at the time of the ’69 Woodstock Festival, what’s the main takeaway? The fact that his voice has dropped a few octaves, and he can no longer sing this 1966 tune in G major.
For the first time in the 2019 campaign, Mayor Pete is ahead of the other Democratic contenders (Typewriter Joe, Elizabeth Warren, Bernie Sanders) in a poll about the forthcoming, all-important Iowa caucus. A Monmouth University Poll shows Buttigieg leading with 22%, followed by Joe Biden at 19%, Sen. Warren at 18%, and Sen. Sanders with 13%….it’s over, Bernie! This is the first time that the South Bend mayor has come in first in any poll. Biden and Warren’s numbers are within the margin of error, but Buttigieg has nonetheless risen 14 points since Monmouth’s August poll.
I can’t shake this awful premonition (which is backed up by polling data) that hinterland bumblefucks will mostly lean against Elizabeth Warren and go with the devil they know, and out of this Donald Trump may once again pull off an electoral college victory despite losing the popular vote. Bernie Sanders has his devotional following, but no path to the Democratic nomination.
The only candidates who could save us from a Warren loss are (a) Typewriter Joe, who’s been slipping in the polls and excites no one outside of retirement-age whites and mainstream African Americans, and (b) Pete Buttigieg, the only formidable Democratic contender who’s below retirement age and radiates a combination of intelligent practicality and X-factor excitement (but who faces a stiff uphill situation with African-American homophobes).
So Typewriter Joe is the only thing standing between the urban and suburban, reasonably well-educated, non-bumblefuck electorate and four more horrific years of The Beast. Joe is polling way ahead of Trump, which is obviously a comfort. But he’s a holdover, a withered brand, past his prime and so not the guy to run things in the 2020s. Better than Trump, of course, but if you set aside the decency factor and the practical-liberal approach to governing you’re left with a guy who’s repeatedly signalled that biology is tapping on his shoulder and who’ll be 82 when his first term ends.
Which is why I wrote yesterday that “I feel as if we’re all in the middle of this vaguely depressing, increasingly terrifying, extremely slow-motion political nightmare.”
There’s no sensible reason to dislike or dismiss Joe Biden with any intensity. If he somehow snags the Democratic Presidential nomination (which probably won’t happen — it’s basically a Warren-vs.-Buttigieg race now), I’ll vote for him without question. But I won’t like the situation much.
Chris Evans: “I think original content inspires creative content. I think new stuff is what keeps the creative wheel rolling.”
HE: In what way is churning out Marvel and D.C. franchise movies…in what realm could anyone define the content of Marvel and D.C. movies as “new stuff” or “original content”? Okay, Joker is different — definitely not franchise sausage. But otherwise, franchise movies are the opposite of “new” or “fresh.”
Evans: “I just believe there’s room at the table for all of it.”
HE: But there isn’t. Not at the theatrical table. Scorsese’s point was that Marvel and D.C. have comic-booked and primitivized everything down, and in so doing elbowed aside nearly all other forms of content outside of family fare and romcoms. Obviously not on streaming platforms or cable/broadcast, but in theatres.
Evans: “It’s like saying a certain type of music isn’t music. Who are you to say that?”
HE: Scorsese isn’t saying that Marvel/D.C. isn’t music — he’s saying it isn’t especially good music, that it isn’t very adventurous or intimate or exploratory or inventive, that all superhero franchise flicks do the same kind of thing over and over again.
Oh, and Evans? Who are you to suggest that our greatest living filmmaker needs to check his ego and re-think things a bit?
Here’s a basic view shared by certain people I know. I’m not arguing this perception. Anyone who’s reached the age of 14 or 15 without realizing the truth of it is suffering from some kind of blockage. But I abhor the manner and tendencies of those who live and act and behave by this view alone. For they are the dark fellows, the reactionaries, the weak sisters, the conservatives, the fearful, the militant Israelis and Ebenezer Scrooge‘s of this realm.
Name the film this is from — the film, the year, actors, the original author, etc.
Well-heeled types pay to have their way in a fantasy realm, but it turns out the fantasy realm wants to have its way with them.
Jeff Wadlow‘s Fantasy Island (Sony, 2.14.20) is some kind of high-concept midrange spooker. Boiled down, it seems to be a blend of Michael Crichton’s 1973 Westworld and a 1964 Alfred Hitchcock Hour episode called “Thanatos Palace Hotel“, which costarred Steven Hill and Angie Dickinson. Or something like that.
Co-written by Wadlow, Chris Roach and Jillian Jacobs, the newbie costars Michael Pena, Maggie Q, Lucy Hale, Austin Stowell, Portia Doubleday, Jimmy O. Yang, Parisa Fitz-Henley and Michael Rooker.
There’s something about the sound of the word “fantasy” when pronounced by a person of Latin heritage (“phahntissy”) that drives me up the wall. I never the use the term “fantasy” except in a derogatory sense.
When I heard Woody Harrelson was playing Admiral Chester W. Nimitz (Commander-in-chief, US Pacific Fleet) in Roland Emmerich‘s Midway, I immediately decided that image-wise he was too stoned for this.
I don’t know if Harrelson is turning on these days like he used to, but his manner is too whimsical and lackadaisical and shit-kicky to play a man of starched-white discipline and great military power. I don’t care how good his performance is — he can’t be Chester Nimitz and that’s final.
I didn’t buy him as Lyndon Johnson either.
Did I attend any Midway screenings? No. Do I want to see it now? No. Will I at least stream it down the road? Possibly but no promises.
You know what I haven’t seen but would like to catch before it gets kicked out of theatres? Dr. Sleep. And I want to catch The Irishman one more time in a theatre before it goes to streaming on 11.27.
Which is to say it could have been Rules of the Game, had director-writer Noah Baumbach been so inclined.
Warren Beatty, Robert Towne and Hal Ashby‘s Shampoo was meant to be kind of a modern-day Rules of the Game — a film about distraction and frivolity in a social realm on the brink of jaded, narcissistic collapse.
That collapse, in Beatty’s mind, stemmed from the deflating of the spiritual, reach-for-the-skies ’60s and the failure of the ’72 McGovern campaign, which came to a symbolic halt when the silent majority put Nixon into the White House in order to enforce “lawnorder.”
“And so,” a friend has written, “I sometimes wonder when I watch some movies out right now…which of them is unintentionally Shampoo? Movies, I mean, whose makers had no idea they were making a movie about a culture locked in delusion, and on the brink of collapse.”
Thought #1 is that Marriage Story could have been Shampoo or Rules of the Game, if Noah Baumbach had wanted to go there. (The fact that he didn’t is fine with me — in and of itself Marriage Story is a very fine, emotionally open-hearted film.) Thought #2 is that Marriage Story would be COMPLETELY BRILLIANT if it wanted to carry the torch of Shampoo and Rules of the Game and thereby portray a delusional culture, etc.
From Anthony Lane’s Marriage Story review: “This is a frighteningly first-world piece of work. Viewers in countries whose litigious instincts are less barbaric may watch it in amazement, as if it were science fiction.
“We laugh at Jay’s astronomical fee, but the real joke is that Charlie pays it — that he can afford to pay it — when it comes to the crunch. How about the vast majority of husbands and wives, especially wives, who cannot abide the misery of their union but lack the funds to either solve or dissolve it? The crunch [would] slay them.”
The capturing of this elite, sealed-off world, Lane suggests, “may be something of which the movie is itself unconscious, so steeped is its creator in the world that he describes.”
