Coarse, Classless Goombah Sociopath

“Build a $300 million, 90,000-square-foot gilt ballroom — which will overshadow the central edifice — while the government is shut and people have been thrown out of work; plaster tacky gold all over the Oval; sue everyone willy-nilly; put foes through legal torture; send troops to American cities; shrug off due process and blow alleged drug runners out of the water.

“’We the People’ is quaint. Now we are governed by the whims of one person.

“Congress is adrift. The White House is a shipwreck. Trump is marauding in the Caribbean. James Comey and Letitia James are being forced to walk the plank, and next up could be Jack Smith and Adam Schiff.

“We are awash in nautical metaphors as the president plunders and pillages. He’s a pirate — and not the fun Halloween kind.”

–from Maureen Dowd‘s “Burnin’ Down the House“, 10.25.25.

HE’s Heart Goes Out To Springsteen Flop (Critical & Commercial)

Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere hasn’t been critically panned across the board, but enthusiasm has certainly been lacking. And now it’s tanking financially. I feel sorry for Bruce Springsteen, Jeremy Allen White, director Scott Cooper. They put their hearts and souls into this thing, and nobody’s digging it. I haven’t even seen the poor thing, for some reason.

Deadline‘s Anthony D’Alessandro (posted Saturday morning): “If Springsteen hits the bottom of its tracking range at $9M, it won’t be ‘Glory Days’ for this net $55M Jeremy Allen White-Jeremy Strong starring production. On the upside, the movie has a 60% definite recommend on PostTrak, so we’ll see if this improves.

“Why isn’t this brand-name rock performer movie not being released over Christmas a la last year’s Bob Dylan biopic A Complete Unknown when a bigger audience is available? While older Springsteen fans showed up last night at 40% over 55 (the pic’s biggest demo) and 59% over 45, it was clearly not in bulk judging from the grosses. Also, Springsteen was largely female leaning movie at 52%. Women over 25 bought tickets at 46% and men over 25 went at 42%.

“Overall, this is very Caucasian-leaning movie at 85% with few diverse demos showing up. We’ll get into this more as the weekend goes on, but off the bat, the release date isn’t doing this making-of-the-Nebraska-album any favors.”

From Owen Gleiberman‘s “What’s the Problem with ‘Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere’? The Problem Is That ‘Nebraska’ Is a Bore“:

Jeremy Allen White doesn’t look very much like Springsteen. The lack of an acute resemblance isn’t fatal in a biopic, but it’s one of a number of things about Deliver Me from Nowhere that just feels…off.

“At home, when I’m making dinner with my daughters, we always play music, and mixed in with the new stuff I like to give them a dose of music history, so I’ll play everything from Nina Simone to Steely Dan to the Clash to ELO to Dylan to the Spinners to the Ramones. But the one time I put on “Nebraska,” we were four tracks into it when Sadie, who is 13, looked at me with a wince of pain and said, ‘Can we play something else?’

“She had never said that before, and I was amused to see her reaction directly echoed in the movie by the Columbia Records executive Al Teller (David Krumholtz), who hears a couple of minutes of the record and then says can you please take it off. It’s not just that the album ‘isn’t commercial.’ For many of us, there’s a punishing monotony to Nebraska.

“The album, in its way, is all about pain, and Deliver Me from Nowhere captures how creating the record all by himself in his New Jersey bedroom was therapy for Bruce. That’s a moderately interesting chapter in the larger Bruce saga, and when he actually goes to therapy, the film treats it as cataclysmic — as if millions of us haven’t been there, and as if he was the first rock celebrity who ever walked into a shrink’s office.”

“Boorman and the Devil” Triggered Hearty Laughter at Brooklyn Horror Fest

My Venice Film Festival viewing of David Kittredge‘s excellent Boorman and the Devil was greeted with blissful vibes and subdued awe. Critics and industry folks are like that — their emotions always in check.

But when it played last Wednesday night at the Brooklyn’s Nitehawk Cinema under the aegis of the Brooklyn Horror Film Festival, the crowd was frequently laughing at the litany of blunders and terrible misfortunes endured by director John Boorman as he attempted to shoot the artistically ambitious Exorcist II: The Heretic during the summer and fall of ’76, followed months later by the buckshot scorn of critics and paying audiences when it opened on 6.17.77.

For Kittredge’s doc dispenses gallows humor in spades, and everyone over the age of ten knows what it’s like when things start going really badly…laughter is the only sane response when fate and the gods have allied against you…when a bad luck streak not only won’t stop but gets worse and worse.

Teal Vandals Have Infected Criterion’s 4K “Eyes Wide Shut”

The ghost of Stanley Kubrick is choking, hissing and sputtering over the apparent teal-tinting in portions of Criterion’s 4K Eyes Wide Shut disc, which pops on 11.25.25.

I’ve seen Eyes Wide Shut at least eight or nine times (twice theatrically, once or twice on DVD, the rest via WHE’s unrated 2008 Bluray), and the blue-and-amber nocturnal accent scheme has always been the same.

Nocturnal accent colors adorning the wooden window-sill-and-frames of Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman‘s bedroom, the window sill-and-frame lighting outside of Sydney Pollack‘s pool room salon, the bluish-amber tints in the Harford kitchen…we’re talking lots of blue and amber. Unmistakably.

Remember the iron-bar gates of that Long Island estate where the orgy was held? They were painted vivid, bordering-on-radiant blue, and with a fresh coast of paint at that.

But the proverbial teal monster has reared its revoltingly ugly and disgusting head in Criterion’s forthcoming 4K version of this 1999 film.

A DVD Beaver rendering of a still from that daylit scene (Cruise staring at the gates) shows a distinct teal flavoring — the gates were luminous plain blue in an older version, but now they’re unmistakably a dark somber teal-green.

Even the frequently obsequious and kowtowing Gary W. Tooze, owner and proprietor of DVD Beaver, admits in his review that the Criterion 4K “does have some teal-leaning.”

Quickie “Blob Me Tender” FX Are 20 Times Better Than ’58 Original’s

“For the diner scene, a photograph of the building was put on a gyroscopically operated table onto which cameras had been mounted. The table was shaken and the oozy Blob stuff rolled off. When the film negative was printed in reverse, it appeared to be oozing over the building.

The Blob was filmed in color and projected at a 1.66 ratio, then known as the ‘Paramount format’.” — from The Blob‘s Wiki page.

If A Film is About An Approaching Nuclear Missile…

In Sidney Lumet‘s Fail Safe (’64), New York City gets nuked at the very end. In Kathryn Bigelow‘s A House of Dynamite (now streaming on Neflix), Chicago is in the nuclear crosshairs.

Fair question for those who’ve seen Lumet’s 61-year-old film: What would your reaction have been if there was no dramatization or depiction of the terrible nuclear climax? What if Lumet had decided to cut the last 8 to 10 minutes?

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HE’s Best Supporting Actor Keepers

The top five or six will do, thanks.

Stellan Skarsgard‘s flawed, charmingly neurotic, brazenly egoistic dad in Sentimental Value is likely to win.

Sean Penn‘s Lt. Col, Steven J. Lockjaw is a broad, stiff-backed caricature and not really a performance that yields any depth or sensitivity, but he’ll be nominated anyway because there’s a lot of lickspittle One Battle After Another kowtowing going on right now.

You know which OBAA player should be nominated in this category? Benicio del Toro‘s “Sensei”.

Paul Mescal‘s William Shakespeare in Hamnet will be nominated — I recognize this, no disputing.

Adam Sandler‘s Jay Kelly performance as a manager of a flaky big-name Hollywood actor deserves to be nominated, and he will be.

I sill haven’t seen Deliver Me From Nowhere, but it’s been obvious for several weeks that Jeremy Strong‘s performance as Springsteen’s manager Jon Landau…it’s been obvious from the get-go that he’d be nominated.

“On Eighth Avenue, No One Can Hear You Scream”

I have a faint memory of Spy magazine running a smirk piece about the Manhattan-based Troma Entertainment, which made cheap-ass, Z-grade schlocksploitation horror comedies.

The article appeared sometime in the mid to late ‘80s, and was ostensibly written by a guy who wrote an actual script for Michael Herz and Lloyd Kaufman, the predators who ran Troma.

Does anyone recall this article? Or was it published by someone else?

Obsessive Grain Fetishists

There’s something really and truly wrong with 4K Bluray enthusiasts who get almost sexually aroused by stand-out, golfball-sized grain. Or, as I’ve called it for many years, “Egyptian grainstorms” by way of delta swamp mosquitos.

I would love it if WHE would release a 4K Eyes Wide Shut in a boxy (1.37:1) format.

Best Wedding Scene Ignored By Pinterest Dingbats

The wedding scene that concludes The Best Years of Our Lives is easily the most emotionally affecting in Hollywood history…easily. And yet a list of the 15 Most Pinned Wedding Scenes on Pinterest ignored it in favor of…not worth mentioning. I’m not saying the people who voted are idiots, but they’re certainly ignorant.

Trump’s Fascist Ballroom

My first impression of Donald Trump‘s super-sized, east-wing-of-the-White House ballroom, which will be constructed over the next two or three years, is that it’s distasteful in a grandiose, fascistpalace sort of way.

If you ask me the architectural envisionings vaguely resemble that gleaming, palace-like structure of emphatic pomposity — am I thinking of Vittorio Emanuele II or Benito Mussolini‘s Palazzo Venezia? — located just north of the Foro Romano.

Renderings suggest an oversized, overreaching quality — the ballroom seems to want to compete with the scale of the main White House itself. The East Wing is supposed to be an adjunct structure, right? It’s not supposed to be an architectural competitor.