In an April ’16 Tom Hanks career assessment piece, I wrote than “once your cards have gone cold, it’s awfully hard to heat them up again.”

I added that “there’s nothing more humiliating than for a man who once held mountains in the palm of his hands having to push his own cart around the supermarket as he buys his own groceries and then, insult to injury, has to wait in line at the checkout counter.”

The piece was triggered by a Hanks quote from a Tribeca Film Festival discussion with John Oliver: “I peaked in the ’90s.”

Hanks had been respectably plugging along since the end of his late ’80s-to-early aughts heyday (The Road to Perdition was his last big score in that run). Holding on, hanging in there. But just a few months after the Oliver chat, his cards began to warm slightly. Then they got hot again.

Hanks’ less-is-more performance as the white-haired Chesley Sullenberger in Clint Eastwood‘s Sully was respectfully received; ditto his Ben Bradley in Steven Spielberg‘s The Post. But the strongest indication that his mojo was back came when Hanks improvised his way through a pause in a West Los Angeles performance of William Shakespeare’s Henry IV.

It seems like a fait accompli that Hanks will be be Best Actor-nominated for playing the amiable Fred Rogers in Marielle Heller‘s A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (Sony, 11.22).

Six months later Hanks will star as Commander Ernest Krause in Aaron Schneider‘s Greyhound (Sony, 5.8.20), a World War II drama. Later that year he’ll star in Miguel Sapochnik‘s BIOS (Universal, 10.2.20).

Who knows if Hanks will star in Paul Greengrass‘s News of the World, a post-Civil War-era drama, but the project was certainly announced a few months ago.

At some point down the road Hanks will reportedly portray Colonel Tom Parker, the cigar-chomping, straw-hat-wearing hustler who did more to destroy Elvis Presley‘s life and career than anyone besides Elvis himself, in a Baz Luhrman-directed drama.

That’s quite an impressive lineup for a guy whose career had appeared to be in flatline mode only four or five years ago.

After a leisurely three-hour stroll, Tatyana and I returned late last night to 6 rue des Arquebusiers. Alas, the micro-battery door opener wasn’t working, and I couldn’t find the door code on my iPhone notepad. So I called Gleb, sitting in our fourth-floor residence, for the door code or to otherwise let us in. 15 seconds later a folded piece of parchment flitted down from above. The door code was written on it. We ran into Gleb on our way upstairs and learned that he hadn’t written the note. The author was some English-speaking building resident who had heard me explain the situation, etc. Thanks, neighbor.

Robert Pattinson is officially locked and loaded to play Bruce Wayne + alter ego in Matt Reeves‘ The Batman.

Reeves: “I’ve talked about making it a very point of view, noir-driven definitive Batman story in which he is investigating a particular case and that takes us out into the world of Gotham. I went on a deep dive again revisiting all my favorite comics. Those all inform by osmosis. There’s no continuation of the Nolan films. It’s very much trying to find a way to do this as something that for me is going to be definitively Batman and new and cool.”

It’s amazing how quickly we accustom ourselves to living spaces. I was delighted and even emotionally moved when I first entered this century-old (if not older) Marais apartment three days ago. Now it’s like “yeah, fine, nice place, whatever.”

Collider‘s Vinnie Mancuso has joined the small fraternity of Godzilla girthers (i.e., critics who have at least acknowledged that Godzilla is obese**) while at the same time cleverly avoiding any fat-shaming suspicions by praising Godzilla’s Hank Quinlan proportions.

Mancuso: “Honestly? The state of Godzilla’s girth is the best part of the movie. The most iconic of the Kaijus feels legendary in his mass, powerful in his weight. More like King of the Chonksters, imho.

“Godzilla has never felt more of a gorilla-whale than he is in Godzilla: King of the Monsters; this is, for sure, the Very Large Man of Godzillas. Five years have passed between [Gareth Edwards‘] Godzilla and King of the Monsters, five years that my dude spent snackin’ and mackin’ at the bottom of the ocean, emerging as the most mountainous monster you could imagine.”

** Variety‘s Owen Glieberman, N.Y. Times critic Glenn Kenny, myself.

My basic attitude toward Dexter Fletcher‘s Rocketman, which opened last night, is one of muted respect. As I said during the Cannes Film Festival, it’s not great and can’t say I loved it overall, but I was genuinely pleased and throttled by the first half-hour or so. As much as I felt underwhelmed by the drugs-and-debauchery section, I couldn’t put it down at the end because at the very least it’s an actual “musical” and at the end of the day is a better, more ambitious film than Bohemian Rhapsody.

Right now the Metacritic and Rotten Tomato reactions are at 73% and 90%, respectively.

Presumably a portion of the HE community saw it last night. Reactions are hereby requested.

From “For What It Is, Rocketman Works,” posted on 5.17:

I went into Rocketman with an attitude, but I felt pleasantly turned around soon enough. I was more taken with the first 30 to 40 minutes (Elton John‘s childhood, taking piano lessons as a teen, teaming with young Bernie Taupin) and less with the remainder, which is basically about Elton becoming more and more of a booze-swigging, coke-snorting party animal and his life downswirling into addiction and self-destruction.

I respect Dexter Fletcher‘s decision to not tell Elton’s saga Bohemian Rhapsody-style, using a linear “this happened and then that happened” approach. Instead he chose a more creative and dynamic (not to mention more cinematic) scheme by making it into a punched up, inventively choreographed, mad-brush Ken Russell musical.

The framing device is Elton confessing all during an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Out of this comes a looking-back-at-my-life, All That Jazz-type deal that uses several John-Taupin songs as emotional backdrops or undercurrents for various biographical moments.

The film isn’t biographically accurate in many respects (the musical scheme requires a suspension of realism and chronological history) and there’s a lot more interest in a glitter-and-glam aesthetic than any kind of semi-realistic presentation of how things really went down, but this is the film they chose to make.

From “President Donald Trump’s poor mental health is grounds for impeachment,” a 5.31 USA Today opinion piece by John Gartner (psychologist and former assistant professor at Johns Hopkins University Medical School), Dr. David Reiss (practicing psychiatrist for more than 30 years, specializing in fitness evaluations), and Dr. Steven Buser (clinical psychiatrist practicing in Asheville, North Carolina, and a former Air Force psychiatrist. Gartner and Buser are editors of “Rocket Man: Nuclear Madness and the Mind of Donald Trump“:

Absent any creative inspiration of its own, corporate Disney has digitally rebooted many of its classic animated properties — Aladdin, The Lion King, Dumbo, Mary Poppins Returns, Cinderella, The Jungle Book — while others are waiting in the pipeline, including Lady and the Tramp and a musical version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

But in the wake of yesterday’s news that Marc Webb will probably direct the Snow White reboot (with screenwriter Erin Cressida negotiating to adapt), a question hangs in the air: How do you reboot the cobwebby 1937 original, in which the angelic Snow White was rescued from a witch’s coma with a kiss from an adoring prince, in the era of #MeToo?

And do you play along with the precedent of Into The Woods, which said that fairy tales are delusional bullshit and that Cinderella’s Prince was a philanderer? Not to mention Relativity’s Mirror Mirror (’12) and Universal’s Snow White and the Huntsman (also ’12). Or do you ignore all of this and just pretend it’s 1937 all over again?

I’m presuming that Disney will lean toward a “#MeToo who?” solution, but maybe not.

Justin Kroll’s Variety story reports that the forthcoming Snow White “will expand upon the story and music from the 1938 animated classic,” and that Benj Pasek and Justin Paul (La La Land,The Greatest Showman) will write new songs.

Webb’s directing credits include The Only Living Boy in New York (which I absolutely hated), Gifted and 2012’s The Amazing Spider-Man.

Wilson’s best-known credit is The Girl on the Train.

With their criminal husbands suddenly out of the picture, a small crew of desperate women (Melissa McCarthy, Tiffany Haddish, Elisabeth Moss) decide to step into their shoes, pick up where they left off and prove their mettle in a brutal realm. So reads a potential synopsis of Andrea Berloff‘s The Kitchen (Warner Bros., 8.9), an apparently non-comedic period crime drama set in Hell’s Kitchen and based on a Vertigo comic book miniseries by Ollie Masters and Ming Doyle.

Marketing slogan suggestion #1: “This may sound like Widows II, but that was 21st Century Chicago and this is midtown Manhattan in the late ’70s. So in a way we were first even though we’re second.”

Marketing slogan suggestion #2: “Those Widows women were following in the footsteps of three very tough Manhattan forebears, and they didn’t even know it!”

No matter how you sell it, audiences are naturally going to say “this again?”

Widows was born a little over four years ago (March of ’15) when it was announced that Steve McQueen and Gillian Flynn would adapt the British ’80s TV series into a feature with McQueen directing. Two years later (February ’17) Berloff was hired by New Line execs to direct The Kitchen, which she’d previously adapted into a screenplay.

Widows began principal photography in on 5.8.17. The Kitchen began principal photography on 5.7.18. Widows premiered at the Toronto Film Festival on on 9.8.18 and opened three months later. The Kitchen, as noted, will open on 8.9.19.

The only thing could possibly save The Kitchen would be if it were filmed as a black comedy. With McCarthy and Haddish in the leads, that would seem like a natural way to go. But the trailer indicates that it’s mostly a straight violent drama (the musical theme is “Paint It Black”) with a few ironic asides (“What do you wear to a mob meeting? Do you get dressed up?”)

Put another way, how could Berloff and her producers, Michael De Luca and Marcus Viscidi, have decided against making a black comedy version of more or less the same plot, i.e., “women criminals muscle their way into a brutally tough, all-male arena”? In what galaxy could they have decided “it doesn’t matter if we wind up looking like Widows II: Manhattan Moms in the marketing materials — we’ll carve out our own identity regardless”?

“…for obstruction of justice. This isn’t even a close case. If you or I did what President Trump did, we’d be facing prison.”

…is only an emotion away. Tatyana’s plane arrived this morning at CDG at 9 am. I RER-ed out to meet her around 8 am. She and Gleb are quality-time-ing as I tap out some items. We’re be dinner-ing at Cafe Soprano in a half-hour or so.

Boilerplate: “Rambo T. Geezer travels to Mexico to save a friend’s daughter who has been kidnapped by the Mexican cartel.” Sylvester Stallone in the Gibson role; costarring Adriana Barraza, Paz Vega, Yvette Monreal, Sergio Peris-Mencheta. Directed by Adrien Grunberg, cowritten by Stallone and Matt Cirulnick.