Who’s subscribing to Claude? I’m honestly interested. A friend says Claude is “the best robot for scripts, scrips, locations, shots, ideas.” I’m now fiddling around with it on a temporary free basis. The basic monthly is $20.
Who’s subscribing to Claude? I’m honestly interested. A friend says Claude is “the best robot for scripts, scrips, locations, shots, ideas.” I’m now fiddling around with it on a temporary free basis. The basic monthly is $20.
Matt Gaetz to Bill Maher, 3:20 mark:
Gaetz: “Our origin story goes back to Politically Incorrect, which — I’m not just kissing your ass — was one of the best shows that was on TV. Way better than your show now, but if it’s…”
Maher: “That’s so insulting. You’re saying to me that what I did 25 years ago is better than what I’ve done the last 20 years, and that’s insulting. I’m not gonna be mad at you for the rest of the interview. I just want to tell you that’s such a stupid fucking away to start a conversation. ‘You peaked 25 years ago, Bill…let’s be friends.'”
Scott Galloway to Anderson Cooper, roughly two weeks ago:
“The best trade of 2024 was Elon Musk putting $250 million dollars into Trump campaign. Since then the value of Elon’s company and his stake in the company is up by about $140 billion dollars. That’s about a 5600 percent return, and it has nothing to do with the company. Nothing to do with their operating margins, their innovation, their sales.
“It’s based on a general assumption that America has become a full kleptocracy like Russia…a general assumption that the deepest pocketed customer in the history of our modern economy is effectively now pay-to-play, and [that it] will shuffle contracts, money and impose regulatory punishment on competitors…companies that have not invested in the Republican party or in Trump’s inaugural pageant…this is evidenced by the fact that very few of these techbro executives invested in the inaugural fund for Biden, but they are all doing it for Trump.
“We have gone full kleptocrat, and if you don’t think that this hurts everyone…this raises prices, and [it hurts] the little guy and the companies that don’t want to engage in this kind of pay-for-play…it hurts them. It will increase prices and weaken our democracy. There is absolutely no difference between this and how Putin became [one of] the wealthiest men in the world.”
Henry Gondorff to Johnny Hooker: “Feds took their end without a beef, and it really stunk, kid.”
I realize, of course, that ChatGPT can be induced to provide a negative shithead assessment of Hollywood Elsewhere’s 20 years of output, but I’m happy to keep it on this level. After signing in with ChatGPT 10 minutes ago, I asked for a review and this is what resulted. If any pissheads out there attempt to post a negative ChatGPT review in the comment section, I will (a) instantly delete it and (b) instantly give the person who attempted this an immediate heave-ho.
In the motion picture realm there are two kinds of closing-credits songs that, placement-wise, deserve to be called great. It happens when the film in question blends with a well-known song and produces a higher synthesis on both ends…the song acquires added depth, meaning and flotation and so does the film. Sound + vision.
The first kind is a song that reflects the mood or theme of the film in question, or which seems to have been sired in the soul of the main protagonist. A special alchemy happens when Brian Wilson‘s “Wouldn’t It Be Nice?” is heard over the closing credits of Hal Ashby and Warren Beatty‘s Shampoo (’75), with lyrics that hairdresser George Roundy (Beatty) is clearly thinking during that final hilltop scene with Felicia (Julie Christie). In this context it’s as much George’s song as Brian Wilson’s.
The second great kind is when a song has relatively little to do with what the film and the main character have been about, thematically or spiritually. And yet the song truly enhances the after-vibe, and I mean sort of miraculously or even transcendently. The fact that it doesn’t reflect the film’s plot or theme or main character means nothing — it just sounds perfect in a nice, groovy, settled-down way, and you just love the filmmakers for having brilliantly chosen it for this purpose.
Shawn Colvin‘s haunting 1995 cover of “Viva Las Vegas” is heard over the closing credits for The Big Lebowski, and it’s one of the very best ingredients in that 1998 Joel and Ethan Coen film bar none.
In my head it’s arguably Colvin’s greatest recorded performance (yes, better than 1997’s “Sunny Came Home“…singing, tempo, complex arrangement, reverb guitars) and yet it’s not on any of her albums, and the only way way you can own it is by buying a certain “Twin Peaks soundtrack album — Music From the Limited Event Series.” You can’t buy Colvin’s track individually on iTunes, and it’s not included on The Big Lebowski soundtrack.
On top of which there’s no mention of “Leaving Las Vegas” on Colvin’s Wikipedia page, nor was it mentioned in Robert Wilonsky’s Dallas Observer profile (4.5.01).
Please name other brilliant blendings of well-known songs with closing credit sequences — either kind will do.
My God….I was almost shocked by how ineffective and annoying Steven Soderbergh‘s Presence is, and I’m saying that as one who’s generally admired or at least been okay with Soderbergh’s “bauble” flicks.
A friend calls it “the very definition of a B-minus movie.”
It’s obviously wokey in the use of Ryan (West Mulholland), a sickening psycho white kid villain…standard evil toxic paleface syndrome, par for the course. This plus a mostly Asian family of four coping with Mulholland’s initially subtle creepitude…the teenage daughter Chloe (Callina Liang) grappling with his casual-but-aggressive sexuality, and her older brother Tyler (Eddy Maday) triggered by Mulholland at the finale.
I’m sorry but David Koepp’s screenplay is just a flat-out slog to wade through. I don’t know the right term for the exact polar opposite of “sharp and engaging with an interesting subtext”, but that’s what Koepp’s dialogue is. The story also kinda blows.
I had read the Wiki synopsis a couple of times before last night’s viewing, mainly because of shitty sound mixes that sometimes obscure key plot details. I would’ve been completely lost in the thicket if I hadn’t done this.
I’d read a few reviews and found it interesting that no one even mentioned that Presence is basically about a three-quarters Asian-American family, albeit with an overweight, bearded, all-but-hairless Anglo dad named Chris (Chris Sullivan) with a worry-wart personality.
Apparently even a cursory mention of the ethnicity factor (which is obviously anecdotal) makes one a racist MAGA xenophobe, and therefore subject to termination.
Presence is set in a bland environment — a nice older home in a typical suburban town that could be fucking anywhere. It was actually shot in Cranford, New Jersey, which isn’t that far from HE’s hometown of Westfield.
Peter Andrews‘ wide-angle cinematography “lies” in the manner of online real-estate photography, which always tries to make everything look bigger and more spacious with wide-angle or spherical lenses.
And the shadowed under-lighting feels oppressive. The upstairs bedrooms have a fair amount of sunlight but the downstairs rooms appear to have been coated with a blend of turkey gravy and black bean soup. Why does it look so fucking morose?
Pretty Chloe is obviously the most sympathetic character, but she’s dull. Hell, they’re all dull. Right away I said to myself, “These people are an absolute drag to hang with…they exude misery and neuroticism and anxiety and emotional avoidance with every line, every furtive glance or gesture.
Even the protective, flitting-around, good-guy ghost is is a bit dull.
Overweight Chris brings in a similarly proportioned medium, played by Natalie Woodlams-Torr, who immediately senses the presence, and also discerns that “something bad” might happen in the near future.
Chloe shrieks early on when she sees that some books and notebooks have been moved off the bed onto a desk, but when dad asks if she’s cool, she immediately lies. Why?
Tyler is an insensitive, judgmental dick who sees nothing beyond or beneath his own macho arrogance, but at the very last second and after the ghost has woken him from drugged stupor, Tyler suddenly becomes an idiotic superhero avenger…I can say no more but in my eighth-row seat I went “what the FUCK?”
Plus Tyler’s lack of basic decency is off-putting. Right after meeting Chloe for the first time, psycho Ryan indicates to Tyler that she’s hot and he’d like to fuck her, and Tyler is seemingly “whatever” about this. This is how older brothers respond to sexual invasiveness concerning their sisters?
It turns out that laid-back, blonde-haired Ryan is a drink-spiking fiend who’s not only a threat to Chloe but was also…uhm, involved with her late friend Nadia. (Saying no more.) I was muttering to myself, “This is the best plot driver that Koepp and Soderbergh could come up with? A sinister white kid who dopes his victims and has a thing for plastic wrap?”
HE to hip filmmakers: The villain or the serial killer or the corrupt, ethically-challenged guy doesn’t have to be a white male. Creativity and imagination can and should allow for a little diversity in this matter. Go with a gun-toting lesbian on occasion. Or a Glenn Close-resembling Kentucky yokel. Or (gasp!) a black dude. Or a Latino fat-ass. Or an Islamic jihadist. Or a Proud Boys nutter who happens to be a person of color or, let’s say, a Russian gopnik.
I’ll be catching Steven Soderbergh‘s Presence this evening, but why does it have a lousy C-plus rating on CinemaScore and a 54% ticket-buyer rating on Rotten Tomatoes? I know that general audiences don’t tend to like elevated horror. Too subtle or cerebral? Not enough in the way of standard-issue jolt moments?
I’ve read the Wiki synopsis twice, and it seems at least psychologically intriguing.
Friendo: “It’s your kind of creepy cool. Cold and sterile. Well done.”
From Owen Gleiberman’s 1.20.24 Sundance review:
Matt Zoller Seitz:
Deadline‘s Anthony D’Alessandro:
…are not “wrong ones.” There is very little public support when it comes to deporting people in the country illegally who have not been convicted of a crime. The Trump plan will reportedly initially focus on immigrants who’ve committed crimes. To what extent will ICE agents start rounding up illegals with a clean record? No telling.
Ancient Chinese movie director’s curse: “May you peak during your first six years, and then experience a long, very gradual, mostly erratic decline over the next 25 years.”
Friendo: Did you ever get to meet/interview Michael Ritchie? Yes, he made stinkers like The Golden Child and The Island. but don’t you miss the guy who directed The Bad News Bears, Smile, The Candidate and Downhill Racer?
HE: Downhill Racer, The Candidate and Smile comprise Ritchie’s masterful trio. In late ’23 I finally saw and had an okay time with The Bad News Bears, but I don’t swear by it. Plus I was agreeably amused by Semi-Tough (’77).
Friendo: You don’t think BNB was his masterpiece?
HE: No — Downhill Racer and The Candidate, both starring peak Robert Redford, are the top two. Smile is a close third.
Friendo: Disagree, pal. Ritchie’s best, in the correct order, are BEARS, SMILE, CANDIDATE, FLETCH, RACER, DIGGSTOWN and SEMI-TOUGH. I might add AN ALMOST PERFECT AFFAIR to the mix as Monica Vitti is my #1 time-travel crush.
HE: Diggstown?
EW‘s Chris Willman on 4.26.01: “It’s difficult to think of any director, ever, who had a more consistently uneven career.”
Ritchie died of cancer in 2001, at the age of 62.
Just about everything that ESPN’s Stephen A. Smith said last night was incisive, spot-on, brilliant.
Posted on Axios on 1.19.25: “The $TRUMP memecoin — a financial asset that didn’t exist [last] Friday afternoon — now accounts for about 89% of Donald Trump’s net worth.
“Why it matters: The coin (technically a token that’s issued on the Solana blockchain) has massively enriched Trump personally, enabled a mechanism for the crypto industry to funnel cash to him, and created a volatile financial asset that allows anyone in the world to financially speculate on Trump’s political fortunes.”
Posted on The Byte, also on 1.19: “The whole thing reeks to high heaven. Trump’s crypto isn’t shooting up in value because of any intrinsic technical or business acumen; it’s doing so because investors believe — rightly, in all likelihood — that it will be a lucrative conflict of interest over the next four years.”
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