Get Ready For Lying Jackson Biopic

From Mark Binelli‘s “The Rise and Fall and Rise of Michael Jackson,” a N.Y. Times Magazine piece posted on 4.14.26:

“For the Michael Jackson estate, leaning into the warts-and-all approach would require a wholesale refutation of the abuse allegations. Graham King and Antoine Fuqua‘s Michael (Lionsgate, 4.24) avoids the issue entirely by embracing the iconic version of Jackson and ignoring the unsettling later stage of his career.

“In trailers and footage of the film that have been released, Jaafar Jackson moonwalks into an uncanny valley of indisputably glorious pop-culture events — the ‘Motown 25’ special, the videos for ‘Thriller’ and ‘Beat It,’ the recording of that indelible high-pitched woooo 15 seconds into ‘Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough’ — and maybe here the gulf opened by the simulacrum will subconsciously comfort viewers, making it possible to enjoy those moments without the queasy feelings stirred by their actual creator.

Mark Anthony Neal, a professor at Duke University who teaches a class on Jackson, has noticed that students in recent years have been more focused on ‘the Michael Jackson who was the subject of a documentary about pedophilia, the Michael Jackson who has done something to his face and who feels to some of them anti-Black.’ He’s curious to see how Michael will be received ‘specifically in a Black cultural lens: post-Bill Cosby, post-R. Kelly, post-Sean Combs.’

“With so much on the line, it is perhaps unsurprising that there was something of a circling of the wagons around Michael. The Lionsgate publicist handling the film abruptly ceased all contact regarding this article after an initial email exchange, and King also declined to be interviewed. Last year Jackson estate co-executor John Branca told The Financial Times that he “sensed a wavering” among the first people attached to the movie after the release of Leaving Neverland.”

“He went on: ‘Unless you understand that Michael’s innocent, we can’t have you.’

“The estate has also been back in court in recent months to answer challenges from Jackson’s daughter, Paris, who is objecting to bonus payments of up to $1.75 million to outside law firms, while also demanding greater transparency from the executors and questioning the decision to become so closely entangled with the biopic.

“Paris was blunt in her criticism in a series of Instagram posts last fall. Claiming her notes on an early script draft were ignored, she said: ‘The thing about these biopics — it’s Hollywood. it’s fantasy land, it’s not real.” She crumpled her face and mimed adjusting a knob with her finger. ‘The narrative is being controlled, and there’s a lot of inaccuracy and there’s a lot of just full-blown lies, and at the end of the day, that doesn’t really fly with me. I don’t really like dishonesty. I spoke up, I wasn’t heard, I [expletive] off.”

“But even she recognized the likely unstoppability of the movie, given the nature of her father’s fame. ‘A big reason I haven’t said anything up until this point is because I know a lot of you guys are going to be happy with it,’ she said in another post. ‘The film panders to a very specific section of my dad’s fandom that still lives in the fantasy. And they’re going to be happy with it.”

Greatest, Least Amusing, Most Important “New Rules” Rant Ever

“There’s no plan. AI is not Mr. Spock. It’s a bullshitting sycophant that is seducing everyone with flattery or threatening them with blackmail. And the people who run AI are, like, five guys.

“So just to be clear what we’re doing here…we’re letting a handful of hoodie-wearing, on-the-spectrum sociopaths…practically robots themselves…we’re letting these guys roll the dice on possible species extinction. And again, even these guys are afraid of what they’ve created.”

Associated Press, 4.13.26, 9:02 pm:

Ruimy’s Five Best Films of the 1930s Poll

Jordan Ruimy to HE: “I need your five best films of the 1930s for a poll I’m doing.” Only five? You couldn’t at least have asked for ten? Too much elimination!

HE’s top five represent my strongest emotional bonds. Not my idea of the greatest, deepest, most artful vessels of that cinematic decade, but the films I simply like the most on a gut level.

1. Only Angels Have Wings

2. King Kong

3. The Wizard of Oz

4. The Informer

5. The Rules of the Game

The last 40 to 45 minutes of Part One of Gone With The Wind (shelling of Atlanta, evacuating of Atlanta, trip back to Tara, the radish scene) are really and truly GREAT. I’ve been saying this for years.

Sorry But I’m Not Buying This Bullshit

I don’t care what The Brink of War says — the world was not on the brink of war when Ronald Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachev had their big 1986 summit in Reykavik, Iceland.

I was “there”, in a very real sense…I was walking around and reading newspapers and paying attention to NPR newscasts…and the vibe was nothing like the Cuban Missile Crists of October 1962.

J. K. Simmons‘s George Shultz, speaking to Reagan: “If we fail here, there will be war.” Don’t feed me that crap!

Secondly, Jeff Daniels is too heavy and jowly to play Reagan. He’s almost twice the size, width-wise, of the Real McCoy. He looks like Reagan might have looked if he’d gained 55 or 60 pounds. I’m not trying to be cruel here — I’m just reporting what eyes are telling me.

Angel Studios will begin distributing The Brink of War on 8.14.26.

Same Old Song

When I was in my early to mid 20s I had a thing for “older women”…30somethings, early to mid 40somethings. I stuck to the same appetites when I reached my 30s. Brief episodic affairs with women of a certain age, etc. Moms, older librarian types, curvy women with gray-streaked hair.

Today’s 20something males are reportedly in a similar place.

“Thomas Crown” Reparations

In Matt Donnelly’s 4.16 Variety story about Michael B. Jordan‘s forthcoming The Thomas Crown Affair (Amazon, 3.5.27), a remake of a remake of Norman Jewison’s 1968 original, there’s a Jordan quote that suggests some kind of righteous, score-settling reparation angle may be a central element.

Besides directing, producing and starring as the slickly felonious lead character (i.e., more or less the same wealthy, sexy smoothie played by Steve McQueen in ’68 and Pierce Brosnan in John McTiernan’s 1999 refresh), Jordan is turning Crown into a social revenge agent — a thief who’s looking to correct or counter-balance historical crimes against people of color.

Thomas Crown, according to Donnelly, “wants to retrieve precious artifacts misappropriated, stolen from their rightful creators [and] sold over the centuries [by] the 1% monsters who buy and trade history and human lives.”

Jordan is referring, of course, to the usual demonic racist white-guy baddies, represented in this instance by Kenneth Branagh. Branagh’s shithead will either suffer a grievous financial loss or perhaps be murdered as payback for heinous crimes. Remember Jordan machine-gunning those overweight KKK crackers in Sinners? Same basic revenge deal, I’m presuming, in next year’s Crown.

“I didn’t want a reboot,” Jordan told Variety last November. “I wanted a reimagination. The first two films were about rich white guys stealing for fun. That doesn’t land today. Ours is more personal. The stakes are higher. [But our film’s] still got the fashion, romance.”

McQueen’s Crown was into the thrill of stealing and getting away with it, sure, but Jewison’s film presented him as a kind of romantic, super-rich, three-piece-suit-wearing Clyde Barrow, a quietly rebellious loner striking a symbolic blow against the establishment and straightlaced bourgeois values.

Considering the repeated emphasis on cunnilingus in Sinners and Faye Dunaway‘s notorious simulation of sex with chess pieces in the ’68 version, it’s pretty much guaranteed that Jordan and costar Adria Arjona (in the Dunaway role) will indulge in some kind of heated activity, symbolic or otherwise.

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Aging “Focker” Family

Focker-in-Law (Universal, 11.25.26) will obviously be serving that good old fuck-all Focker formula on a big silver platter with shrimp and salad on the side. Fat paychecks for all concerned.

The only difference is that the first Fockers flick (i.e., Meet The Parents) was 26 years ago, and the original cast members have since moved into the realm of grandparenting and beyond.

Thank God Arianna Grande is finally free of her Wicked obligations.

I have to be honest about Skyler Gisondo — he’s weird looking. I certainly wouldn’t want him to date, much less marry, my granddaughter.

It’s Okay With Me

Either way she sounds sincere in a “I really don’t give a shit” sort of way.

For What It’s Worth

Day late, dollar short: If I’d been in Richard Rushfield‘s Ankler shoes, I probably would’ve thought twice about registering my discomfort over the Paramount-Warner Bros. merger (i.e., passing around “Block the Merger” buttons).

A couple of days ago Rushfield decided to bond with “more than 1,000 actors, directors and writers” who signed a letter protesting Paramount’s buying WBD. Paramount not only saw red but has reportedly declared it won’t be throwing The Ankler any ad money during the forthcoming 2026-2027 Oscar season.

Rushfield: “Both the Wrap and Page Six pieces are accurate to the best of my knowledge, but I’m not directly involved in sales stuff and am also [at Cinemacon] so missing out on much of the fuss.”

Quote given to Page Six: “[Paramount] obviously has an issue with Richard’s reporting and him signing the letter. It’s reached a bit of a boiling point. Their reaction is now one of the main storylines, which is so counter to what they were aiming for — now we’re all taking about these buttons.”