HE answer: 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.
Jeffrey Wells
Faint Smell of Bullshit
Because of this turgid, drooling, over-baked capsule review of May December (and I’m saying this as someone who’s struggled manfully to restrain my own turgid tendencies), I’ve decided to regard askance anything written by Travis Woods. He’s one of those writers who just jumps off the high-dive board and goes kersplash!! And I’ve suffered through May December so don’t tell me.
I’m not dumping on Woods out of malice, but to explain why I’m not buying this Brian DePalma story…no way.
Disney Is Throwing In Woke Towel
Two days ago Disney CEO Bob Iger admitted to having read the proverbial writing on the wall and more or less bullhorned the following “whoa, Nellie!” message to Disney wokesters, which I’ve conveyed here in HE-styled rhetoric:
“All right, enough, dammit…we have to face facts…the Critical Drinker has been right all along and we have to acknowledge the state of things, or at least I do…the new Disney law is “no more woke propaganda in our movies”
“We’ve clearly alienated Joe and Jane Popcorn in the parenting community and we really have to get back to being good old family–friendly Disney, 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 Arnaud Leparmentier, whose 11.29 article laid the situation on the line in a way that Variety or The Hollywood Reporter would never do.
Respect for O’Connor
Former Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor, a Reagan appointee, was a moderate rightie — a “constitutional conservative” — but she was no Amy Coney Barrett. Nor was she Ruth Bader Ginsburg. My hazy recollection is that she wasn’t too bad overall. Regrets about O’Connor’s passing, but then again she led a full life and made it to age 93.
Punish The Stinking Bastards
HE agrees wholeheartedly with Michael Sherman, but his 12.1 anti-Disney Substack article doesn’t mention their forthcoming Snow White movie, which has been described by Rachel Zegler as being about Snow White becoming a leader in the medieval struggle for feminine fulfillment. New song lyrics: “If I’m lucky a prince will never save me / and I will then shape my own destiny.”
Shock To The System
I’m not saying that yesterday’s sudden loss of control of the facial muscles on the right side of my face and my mouth in particular…I’m not saying I look like Charles Laughton in The HHunchback of Notre 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 pretty much gone now, 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 Richard III…dogs bark and howl as I pass by.
Before:
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 The Big Shave.
Incidentally…
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.
Kissinger Ascends
The legendary, less–than–beloved Henry Kissinger has died at age 100.
He was quite the influential diplomatic maestro during the Nixon and Ford administrations, but his bottom-line reputation has been disdained or at least debated for many decades, particularly by aged and post-traumatic residents of Cambodia and Chile and their descendants.
My own brusque opinion is that Kissinger was a brilliant, audacious, cold-blooded chess player whose initiatives and achievements were generally unaffected by humanitarian concerns.
DeSantis Is Finished, Needs To Fold Tent
The Nikki Haley campaign is, at heart, a classic Republican pride campaign — a valiant attempt to keep alive notions of conservative Reagan-esque sanity. Which isn’t my deal, just to be clear — I’m a Gavin Newsom-Pete Buttigieg-Gretchen Whitmer guy by way of sensible, anti-woke centrism.
Alas, Haley is attempting to prevail within the confines of a once semi-normal political party that over the last seven or eight years has been infected with tear–it–all–down, mule–like authoritarianism and dumbfuckism.
Haley can’t defeat The Beast or hope to persuade those millions of rural, anti-Democracy nihilists to vote sensibly, but if Trump were to drop dead she would almost certainly become the Republican nominee for the presidency and, given her age and gender and mental vigor and non-extremist views for the most part, would undoubtedly defeat Joe Biden in the general.
