Jeffrey Wells
Howls In The Bones of His Face
It was three long–ass years ago when news broke that Timothee Chalamet would play the creatively transitioning (acoustic folkie to electric poet-with-sunglasses) Bob Dylan in James Mangold’s A Complete Unknown. Now it’s actually, finally going before the cameras sometime in March.
This is Chalamet’s big chance to step out of the not-quite-happening place he’s been standing in for the last six years (throwing Woody under the bus, Little Women, Beautiful Boy, Bones and All, the Dune franchise, Wonka) and do something cool and provocative for a change. Maybe.
Posted last spring…
Jo Koy Compassion
Posted this morning by an apparently genuine Steve Martin:
What Does This Mean?
Why doesn’t the London coroner simply state what caused Sinead O’Connor’s death on 7.26.23? And why did it take five and a half months to cough up this evasive declaration?
“Sideways” Refrain
Toward the finish Paul Giamatti’s “Miles Raymond” is sipping from a bottle of 1961 Chateau Cheval Blanc while seated at a booth at a San Diego fast food joint…remember that?
Cat Out of Bag, Acknowledged
I respected Justine Triet’s Anatomy of a Fall, but I’ve never understood or acknowledged what some have described as a fascinating uncertainty.
Simply put, the writing and acting are such that I never even flirted with the possibility that Sandra Huller’s successful writer had pushed her less successful writer husband off a third-floor balcony to his death. It’s obvious that director and co-writer Triet strongly empathizes with Huller’s character so where’s the ambiguity?
During her Golden Globes acceptance speech after winning the best screenplay prize, Triet spilled the Anatomy plot beans. I didn’t raise my eyebrows when I heard her say “suicide” — I slumped into my seat and muttered “yeah…so?”
N.Y. Times’ Elena Bergeron, “Best and Worst Moments From The Golden Globes”:
“Good” Is Great…All That Matters Really
Posted four days ago by former Disney and 20th Century Fox hotshot Bill Mechanic…a Deadline “guest column (1.4.24, 9:11 am):
Incorrect Conclusion
David “know it all” Poland has written the following about last night’s Golden Globes telecast:
Dead wrong: A modest-sized army of Academy lightweights, surface-skimmers and none-too-brights (i.e., mostly SAG/AFTRA members) was awakened and perhaps even jolted by the Emma Stone and Poor Things wins. Morning-after reassessments are happening all over town.
“Poor Things” Beats “Barbie”!
This is a very happy moment for many of us…the actual best movie in this vein (i.e., alleged comedy or musical…Globe bullshit) actually won. The most dynamic and delightful mind-bender of the year!
HE congratulates KOTFM ‘s Lily Gladstone for the success of her (and Apple’s) damn-the-torpedoes campaign. Identity over performance (and a passive one at that). Hey, it’s been working all season for the most part!
And of course, Oppenheimer (as expected) wins for Best Motion Picture, Drama. Oppie sweep, Oppie sweep, Oppie sweep.
The best moments of the evening were the Poor Things, Emma Stone, Paul Giamatti and Da’Vine Joy Randolph wins. Very gratifying!
Bella Baxter!
“I think this is a romcom….Bella falls in love with life itself!” Emma Stone wins Best Actress, Musical or Comedy for Poor Things. Excellent!
Oppenheimer’s Cillian Murphy winning Best Actor, Motion Picture, Drama…total Oppenheimer sweep, not just tonight but at the Oscars in a few weeks.
Why is it that I’m having extremely, intensely negative reactions to all the people in the ads? Which are all about travel, medications, B’way musicals, Stop & Shop, Aura, Secret, etc.
The guy playing Bob Marley in the biopic is much better looking than the real Bob Marley.
Oppenheimer’s Ludwig Goransson wins for Best Score…total Oppie sweep.
Billie Eilish looks like a freak…her outfit seems to be about a form of hostility. Or indifference.
Did Barbie just win a Golden Globe for making loads of money?