HE to anyone: The black-and-white sex scene at the very beginning….that’s from Who’s That Knocking At My Door?, right? The actors, I presume, are Harvey Keitel and the late Zina Bethune.
Friendo: The Asylum, the cheeesball, low-budget outfit which bears the primary responsibility for the Sharknado franchise, along with company honcho and Sharknado franchise director Anthony Ferrante, have been openly promoting the tenth anniversary of the film’s theatrical debut (7.11.13).
Friendo: “Asylum reps attended ComicCon in San Diego (7.20 to 7.23) despite many having dropped out, not giving a shit at all about the strike because both he and the company have never cared at all about unions or rights.
“It’s not widely remembered that Asylum hired a scab crew for the third Sharknado sequel. Not to mention David Hasselhoff and Michelle Bachman having crossed picket lines. In the current AMPTP-vs.-WGA negotiations majors are now acting like Asylum, which not only flaunted that scab crew while literally mocking IATSE. Ferrante has seemingly thumbed his nose at the strike left and right.
Friendo: “The WGA negotiating team has been problematic, but the AMPTP has taken a dismissive tone towards unions due to the more corporate-minded CEOs, particularly the regarding of talent, writers and actors as almost below-the-line now. That’s partly why IATSE has been so militant and supportive of above-the-line. From a brash corporate perspective everyone is below-the-line. That’s why actors walked — a rarity.
“General Hospital, a daytime soap, openly stated they’d hire scab writers in the interim.
“Streamers are not unlike Asylum in their attitudes. Asylum was just more open about it. It’s the same attitude that gets David Zaslav booed and Bob Iger ridiculed for their general hardball heartlessness.”
(WATCH) Ron Perlman doesn’t hold back anything when delivering his remarks to supporters at the National Day of Solidarity rally in Burbank today #SagAftraStrong pic.twitter.com/wNTGMy29qw
— Deadline Hollywood (@DEADLINE) August 22, 2023
Zoe Rose Bryant felt she need to take a break from Twitter/X, and then changed her mind or whatever. And then Eric Anderson said, more or less, “how can I miss you if you won’t go away?” And then ZRB got riled and Eric followed suit.
Slow news day.
You can quibble with CNN’s Elie Honig about the ramifications of section 3 and the 14th Amendment, and about the “self-executing” aspect as well as which legal deliberative body could authoritatively declare that Donald Trump has in fact violated the section of the Constitution and is therefore ineligible to serve as U.S. President, but c’mon…the authors and supporters of the 14th Amendment (which was ratified in 1868) obviously had sociopathic rogue criminals like Trump in mind. Their intent couldn’t be clearer.
Vigorous arguments! An exceptional episode…rough and tumble…not an easy schmoozer…”ooohh, not the right answer!”…”I think you’re running to be his vice-president”…”wow.”…”you’re such a personable guy, you’re so smart, but unless you soften on Trump, at least half the country…[the ones] who know that he’s an obnoxious criminal…they’re never going to accept you as the guy who can unite us…I can’t accept you as that.”
Maher to looney-tune lefties: “If you expect me to get on the crazy train with you, and if I don’t then I lose my liberal card….fuck you….you’re changing what liberalism is, not me.”
You can speculate all you want, but Grant Singer‘s Reptile (Netflix) has an intriguing cast — the great Benicio del Toro plus Justin Timberlake, Alicia Silverstone, Michael Pitt, Ato Essandoh, Karl Glusman, Sky Ferreira, Eric Bogosian, Domenick Lombardozzi, Frances Fisher.
The Telluride ’23 films (as posted by Jordan Ruimy) that HE is the most revved about are underlined and boldfaced. What titles am I underestimating, or lacking sufficient enthusiasm for?
Update: Nobody’s really up on these titles, no familiarity, wait-and-see mode.
The Holdovers (d: Alexander Payne)
Saltburn (d: Emerald Fennell)
Poor Things (d: Yorgos Lanthimos)
The Royal Hotel (d: Kitty Green)
All Of Us Strangers (d: Andrew Haigh)
Rustin (d: =George C. Wolfe)
Wildcat (d: Ethan Hawke)
Nyad (d: Elizabeth Chai Vasarhelyi, Jimmy Chin)
Fingernails (d: Christos Nikou)
The Bikeriders (d: Jeff Nichols)
El Conde (d: Pablo Larrain)
Janet Planet (d: Annie Baker)
The Promised Land
The Pigeon Tunnel (d: Errol Morris)
Daddio (d: Christy Hall) — the correct spelling is Daddy-o. ScriptShadow review.
They Shot the Piano Player (d: Trueba & Mariscal)
The American Buffalo (Ken Burns)
Cannes titles (8), Berlin (1):
The Zone of Interest (d: Jonathan Glazer) — good but don’t really need to see it again.
Anatomy of a Fall (d: Justine Trier)
Fallen Leaves (d: Aki Kaurismaki)
Perfect Days (d: Wim Wenders)
The Pot-au-Feu (d: Tran Anh Hung) — old times’ sake, pure enjoymeht factor.
The Settlers (d: Felipe Galvez)
Occupied City (d: Steve McQueen) — saw it, fairly good.
Orlando, My Political Biography
World of Reel‘s Jordan Ruimy is “hearing” from certain wise guys that not only will Martin Scorsese‘s Killers of the Flower Moon have its big North American premiere at Telluride two weeks hence, but that Scorsese will be celebrated with a special career tribute.
It is odd, I must say, that after all the hoopla surrounding Flower Moon‘s big Cannes premiere three months ago (5.20.23) and with Scorsese’s 1920s epic slated to open theatrically on Friday, 10.6.23 via Apple and Paramount, followed by the streaming debut several weeks later…it does seem odd that no domestic fall festival screenings have been announced for Toronto or New York…
Flower Moon has to generate some kind of festival heat, right? It can’t just hide out and cool its heels between now and 10.6. We’re now in film festival mode. The engines have started. To quote William S. Burroughs, “We are here to go.”
This ancedote is flirting-with-danger funny if David Chappelle‘s son was five or six when the altercation happened. If the son was 11 or 12 or older, it’s not funny.
I don’t know how old this Friedkin interview is, but the video was posted two years ago. Imagine the collective chalk-on-a-blackboard reactions from the wokester Stalinists…all of those wonderful people whose adamant condemnation of Allen is why Coup de Chance, which will debut at the Venice Film Festival on Monday, 9.4 in Venice, can’t be programmed at the Telluride, Toronto or New York film festivals.
I was into MILFs way before the acronym became familiar, you bet.
When I was 12 or 13 I had the distinct hots for a married neighbor and a mother of four, although nothing ever “happened”.
The usual junior-high-school fantasies about my foxy 20something teachers interfered with my grades, of course.
When I was 15 or 16 my mother sat me down and warned me about predatory older women, which only whetted my appetite.
When I was 22 and living in Southport I was seriously entwined with a 34 year-old divorcee named Suzie, and I distinctly recall she and I being sternly lectured by her next-door neighbors about our perverse behavior.
When I was driving for Checker Cab in Boston I was briefly hot-and-heavy with a classy, salt-and-pepper-haired woman of means, and in the late ’70s I had at least three casual affairs with Westport women in their late 30s and 40s.
Hence my lifelong interest in films about same. The fruit wasn’t forbidden, but was at least frowned upon to some extent.
The first poke-through was A Cold Wind in August (’61), in which a 30something stripper (Lola Albright) fell for a 17 year-old lad (Scott Marlowe). Six years later the bloody doors were blown off by a fascinating affair between the 40ish Mrs Robinson (played by a 35 year-old Anne Bancroft) and the 20-year-old Benjamin Braddock (Dustin Hoffman was 29) in Mike Nichols‘ The Graduate (’67).
Two years later came That Cold Day in the Park (’69), in which the 30-year-old Sandy Dennis became deeply involved with an 18 year-old (Michael Burns).
Such affairs, in short, enjoyed a certain Hollywood vogue for a while, but then wore off and pretty much went away. I’m sure I’m forgetting a few titles, although Sirk’s Magnificent Obsession doesn’t count due to the emotional constipation factor, no to mention Jane Wyman‘s extremely unflattering pageboy haircut.
Now, in any event, there’s a slight resurgence of this kind of thing with May December (Netflix, 11.17), a curiously admired Todd Haynes drama that’s partly based upon the real-life affair between school teacher Mary Kay Letourneau (now deceased) and Vili Fualaau, who was around 13 when things began to happen. Letourneau was jailed but they were subsequently married, and wound up with two kids. Letourneau died of cancer on 7.6.20.
Julianne Moore plays the Letourneau-resembling Gracie Atherton, a neurotic 60something dessert chef who’s married to Joe Yoo (Charles Melton), a 36 year-old half-Korean dude who was also around 13 when Gracie technically “raped” him while they were working together at a pet store, and with whom they’re currently raising two or three college-age kids.
I’m not a fan of May December, which will open the N.Y. Film Festival on Friday, 9.29. But at least it’s resuscitated the notion of risque, once-frowned-upon relationships of this kind.
I’d like to see such pairings depicted more often. One interesting possibility, for example, would be the real-life, four-year affair between Barbara Stanwyck and Robert Wagner, whicb began when they were respectively 45 and 22 — a striking age difference that caused, in the parlance of Eric Clapton, talk and suspicion.
I’m mentioning Stanwyck-Wagner because no female industry professional or film critic would raise their eyebrows if such a relationship were to be dramatized today. It would pass muster by current standards, although the depiction of an older man-younger woman Hollywood age-gap affair of 20 or 25 years, which used to be fairly common, would never be produced in today’s climate.
It’s extremely difficult to imagine anyone wanting to remake, say, Up Close and Personal, an unsuccessful 1996 romantic drama that was vaguely based upon the life of the late Jessica Savitch, and dealt with a May-December relationship between an older TV news producer (Robert Redford) and a young ambitious reporter (Michelle Pfeiffer). Such a story would probably be regarded as problematic and distasteful, to say the least.
No one today would touch a remake of Fred Schepisi‘s The Russia House (’90) with a twenty-foot pole. A romantic espionage drama based on a John Le Carre novel, it presented a love affair between Pfeiffer (then 32) and Sean Connery (then pushing 60) — a 28-year gap.
I could go on and on about older guy-younger woman relationships of this sort, which used to be par for the course but are now mostly out of the question. But older women and younger guys? No problemo.
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