I’m still deeply uncomfortable about Mike White‘s anal fixations (analingus, suitcase pooping), but last night I marched through episodes $2, #3, #4 and #5 of season #2 of The White Lotus, and I was impressed. I was vaguely irked by the wealth porn (alright already!), and Tanya McQuoid-Hunt (the wide-faced, buffalo-shaped Jennifer Coolidge, who looks like a dude in a blonde wig) is still pathetic and her husband Greg (Jon Gries) is still cruel and aloof, but otherwise I found the randy characters mostly appealing and compelling. And I thought “what a pleasure to take the measure of all these wealthy travellers…what great adult stuff.”
The 30something Ethan and Harper Spoiler (Will Sharpe, Aubrey Plaza) are easily the most miserable couple — hung-up, uptight, haunted. And their opposite number — the morally unconstrained Cameron and Daphne Sullivan (Theo James, Meghann Fahy) are the most accepting of their basic natures and seemingly happier for it. Poor Bert Di Grasso (F. Murray Abraham) laments that he’ll never see a naked woman again. His grandson Albie Di Grasso (Adam DiMarco) has a passonate fling with Lucia (Simona Tabasco), a local sex worker. Lucia’s friend Mia (Beatrice Granno), who has a great lounge-singing voice, winds up accidentally dosing the hotel’s resident piano player (a 50ish dude) with “Molly.” And the hobbit-sized Quentin (Tom Hollander) turns out to be the kindest and wisest of the bunch. It’s all good, (almost) every bit of it, and I can’t wait for the remaining episodes.
Adam Sandler‘s Gotham Awards speech (starting around the 6:10 mark) made me laugh early this morning, and then I forgot about it. But this version is a drag because is starts with six minutes of the Safdie brothers (balding Josh, cute Bennie) doing a painfully long-winded introduction. Which films and filmmakers won Gotham trophies last night? Nobody cares. Okay, Everything Everywhere All at Once won two — the Best Feature Award as well as the Outstanding Supporting Performance award, which went to Ke Huy Quan (i.e., Short Round). Nobody cares.
Will Smith: “I was gone, man…I was gone…that was rage that had been bottled up for a really long time…it was a mess.”
Antoine Fuqua and Will Smith‘s Emancipation opens in four days (12.2), and Apple is still being cagey and selective about showing it to the critical community. Several Manhattan critics saw it on Monday. I’ve spoken to two who’ve seen this saga of Whipped Peter, this 19th Century escape-and-survival tale, and their reactions were on the slumping or downbeat side. Critic to HE: “Meh, middling, a slog.” HE to critic: “So it doesn’t totally suck eggs? it’s sorta kinda half good? Not awful? Moderately tolerable?”
Posted only a few hours ago (Monday evening, 11.28), “What Each Best Picture Winner Tells Us About Hollywood” is one of the most perceptive and sweeping assessments of the whole 94-year history of the Oscar awards — what they’ve meant or symbolized or reflected on a decade-by-decade basis. How not just the business but American culture has gradually evolved from the late 1920s to today. And before the era-by-era recap begins, the first six minutes and 50 minutes deliver an excellent reading of where things stand now and have recently been. The only thing it doesn’t really get into is woke Stalinism and the general demonizing of older white males.
The guy who put it together is allegedly named Dalton, but his YouTube handle is “All Talking Pictures.”
A few days ago Next Best Picture‘s Matt Neglia tweeted that he was feeling “gutted” after he and his parents had sat down to watch Everything Everywhere All At Once. He was feeling bummed because his dad had walked out during the film’s “emotional climax” (whatever that refers to).
On one hand I agree that Matt’s dad acted inconsiderately and that he shouldn’t have missed the film’s best moment, which comes at the very end in the IRS office. On the other I can relate to his father’s reaction (I mostly hated this godawful film) and I admire his resolve — he knew his son had a great amount of affection for EEAAO and yet he just couldn’t stand it and felt he had to leave in order to maintain his sanity.
Babylon director-writer Damien Chazelle “wanted to plumb the lower depths — to juxtapose La La Land’s gorgeous, Hollywood-glam set pieces and Whiplash’s darker examination of ambition’s toll. “It was really a wild West period for these people, this gallery of characters, as they rise and fall, rise, fall, rise again, fall again,” he says, adding that “the thing that they’re building is springing back on them and chewing them up.”
“Everything is shifting underneath people’s feet and I became really fascinated by the human cost of disruption at that magnitude, at a time when there was no road map, when everything was just new and wild.” == Vanity Fair‘s Rebecca Ford, 9.7.22.
In a 9.2.22 Vanity Fair piece about Babylon, Rebecca Ford described Margot Robbie‘s character (“Nellie LaRoy”) as “an amalgam of early stars like Clara Bow, Jeanne Eagels, Joan Crawford and Alma Rubens.”
But in a May 2019 draft of Damien Chazelle‘s screenplay, Robbie’s character is flat-out identified as Clara Bow, and right now there doesn’t seem to be much of an effort on Chazelle, Robbie or anyone else’s part to deny that LaRoy is modelled upon this spunky, irrepressible, flapper-type actress who came to represent the wild-ass, bathtub-gin spirit of the 1920s Hollywood.
“Clara Bow doesn’t look like a relic. She doesn’t look like she belongs in the ’20s, or even in black and white. She looks nothing like the other stars of the silent era, who either seemed frozen in puberty (Mary Pickford, Lillian Gish), outrageously “exotic” (Theda Bara, Pola Negri), or untouchably glamorous (Gloria Swanson). This girl’s got something like whoa.
“Look at her. She looks so…MODERN. Like she could be a star today, right? When I show footage of Bow to my undergraduates, who generally consider the viewing of silent film as the sixth level of hell (trumped only by the viewing of Soviet silent film) they can’t take their eyes off her. It’s her movement, her eyes, the way she flirts with the camera.
“But it’s something else, too – something Billy Wilder once referred to as ‘flesh impact,’ a rare quality shared only with the likes of Jean Harlow, Rita Hayworth and Marilyn Monroe. Flesh impact meant having ‘flesh which photographs like flesh,’ flesh you felt you could reach out and touch — or flesh with which you would very much like to have sex.
“That desire made Clara Bow a star, but would also make it easy to tell outrageous stories about her, and for people to believe those outrageous stories. In 1927, she was the No. 1 star in America. When she retired in 1931 amid a tangle of scandals, she was all of 28 years old.”
Quote #1: “Do you ban a genius for their sexual practices? There would be millions of people who if you looked closely enough at their personal life you would disqualify them. You can’t ban people. I hate cancel culture. It has become quite hysterical and there’s a kind of witch hunt and a lack of understanding.”
HE to HBC: I respect your viewpoint but have you spoken with HE commenters “Castor Troy, Jr.“, “Lean Pantaloon” and “jjhunsecker“? You probably need to check in with these guys as they know a few things and may be able to point some stuff out.
Quote #2: “[Johny Depp has been] completely vindicated” following his Virginia trial. “I think he’s fine now. Totally fine. My view is that [Amber Heard] got on that pendulum. That’s the problem with these things — people will jump on the bandwagon because it’s the trend and to be the poster girl for it.”
Quote #3: “[What;s happened to J.K. Rowling] is horrendous, a load of bollocks. I think she has been hounded, [and] it’s been taken to the extreme, the judgmentalism of people. She’s allowed her opinion, particularly if she’s suffered abuse. Everybody carries their own history of trauma and forms their opinions from that trauma and you have to respect where people come from and their pain. You don’t all have to agree on everything — that would be insane and boring. She’s not meaning it aggressively, she’s just saying something out of her own experience.”
I didn’t care for season #1 of The White Lotus because of the shallow or otherwise odious characters, the general atmosphere of greed, indifference and insensitivity, and especially the focus on men’s anuses — Murray Bartlett‘s Armond performing anilingus on Lukas Gage‘s Dillon, and Armond later defecating into a suitcase owned by Jake Lacy‘s Shane.
What I mean is that early on I inhaled the perverse or otherwise depraved imaginings of series creator Mike White, and I didn’t care for the odor.
After season #1, I swore to myself that I will never again watch a sex scene imagined or directed by White — I don’t want the term “sexual behavior”and Mike White to ever again cross paths in my head. And I’ll certainly never watch another Mike White scene in which a drunken guy takes a dump in another guy’s suitcase. I’m sorry but that’s a hard and fast rule.
Alas, some more Mike White sexuality slithered through the gate in last night’s White Lotus episode…episode #5, season 2, set in Sicily. It involves Quentin (Tom Hollander), an older gay guy who lives in Palermo, and his supposed nephew Jack (Leo Woodall) and Tanya McQuoid-Hunt (Jennifer Coolidge).
First Quentin, Jack and Tanya attend an opera, and then they all drive back to Quentin’s lavish Palermo villa. Late at night Tanya peeks her head into one of the rooms and is surprised to find Jack engaged in incest with Quentin, ass-pumping his uncle with extra vigor.
You know what I keep getting from White and his sex scenes? A little touch of Pier Paolo Pasolini and particularly a Salo vibe. There was a lot of anal in that 1975 film, I can tell you. Salo was Pasolini’s metaphor for the brutal degradations of fascism; it was also about his enjoyment of young curly-haired men with tight buns. White has been indulging his own predilections in The White Lotus, trust me.
White: “There’s a pleasure to me as a guy who is gay-ish to make gay sex transgressive again. It’s dirty…men are having sex and you have this ‘Psycho’ music underneath. I just think transgressive sex is sexier. I guess I’m old school. There’s this Gothic vibe of walking through a haunted hotel or haunted house and people are having sex behind closed doors.”
“It’s more technical than anything else when you’re actually doing it,” Hollander says. “You know, ‘Is this the right angle? Does this look right?’ But there was a mutually respectful energy between us, too. And on the set, the production was very tender around those moments. It certainly was around that one. We just wanted to do it right.
“There is fantasy, and you’re going through your head going, ‘I hope I look good.’ But when they say action, in a way that goes, and you actually just find yourself thinking, ‘I want this to be a true representation of an intimate moment between two people.’ You just want to do it right,” Hollander said.”
This is HE’s least favorite all-time quote by an actor about performing a sex scene.
I understand and accept the fact that I, a somewhat older, been-around-the-block-a-few-times white guy, am more or less representative of a certain kind of odious, old-schoolish, Italian suede lace-up elitism, aging-fartaholic delusions and repressive evil in the world of 2022, and that if I had any grace or humility I would hang my head and acknowledge that my general way of seeing things is kinda sorta bad…basically an over-and-done-with ethos and even destructive in some ways…just ask Bob “bolt of lightning” Strauss.
And so there’s only one decent thing to do, and that’s to acknowledge the inherent saintliness or at least the moral-ethical superiority of all non-WASPy types and let nature takes its cleansing and benevolent course.
“The micro-managing of Hollywood by activists is” — stop if anyone has heard this before — “killing its product.
“It’s making them feel like anything that features a strong male hero is somehow ‘bad’ because hetero men, usually white, must always be the enemy. I watched Barbarian, which I loved, but of course that movie’s message could only be: white men bad. It is almost always the case now — only the villains can be white and everyone else is saintly. Does no one think there is something weird about that or are they just too afraid to say so because they’ll be called a racist?
“They believe this ideology is universally shared, but it isn’t. It is the status quo among an insulated group, but doesn’t represent what the majority in this country thinks or wants.
“I’ve been writing about this for a while now and it’s not easy to talk about. Most people just don’t want to confront what has happened to the film industry, even if almost everyone knows that something dramatic changed — and that something has turned people off. Even if the movies themselves don’t have activist-driven content, the Hollywood brand means that’s what they’re going to anticipate – so they’ll avoid it and wait for streaming.”
Cue “Castor Troy, Jr.“, “Lean Pantaloon” and “jjhunsecker“: “Whoa, wait a minute….where exactly is the hard, incontrovertible proof that this so-called micro-managing of Hollywood by activists is an actual thing? And who the hell is this Out of Frame guy? What the hell does he know?
“We three know one thing, and that’s that Sasha and Jeff and this fucking Out of Frame guy need to prove their thesis chapter and verse to us because, you know, we’re free souls and with free minds, and we’re highly skeptical.”
During a just-posted Club Random chat with Dave Rubin, Bill Maher discussed his dislike of Stephen Colbert and vice versa. But he doesn’t totally trash him and leaves the door slightly ajar.
Maher: “Colbert and I are not friends. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him, and we don’t deny it.” Rubin: “But he’s nothing. He’s just giving the machine what it wants all the time while you…” Maher: “That is well said. Giving the machine what it wants. I wish I had thought of that phraseology. That’s exactly right. [But] maybe we’ll become friends one day…who knows? I’ve had that happen before. You get off on the wrong foot [with someone, but then it cools down or gradually turns a corner]. He’s the very opposite of me…a married Catholic,” etc.
I’m not suggesting this is Jack Benny vs. Fred Allen or that anyone needs to care in the slightest, but when did this contretemps first pop through? Or is it just some animal dislike thing (i.e., Charles Laughton vs, Laurence Oliver)?
Earlier this afternoon I read an 11.25 review of Todd Field‘s Tar by WBGO’s Harlan Jacobson. Definitely worth reading or listening to.
Final portion: “Tar is a lineal descendant of Josef von Sternberg’s The Blue Angel (’30), with Marlene Dietrich’s Lola dangling a heel in a cabaret to undo Emil Janning’s Professor Rath, wrecking the old world with a flick of an ash.
“Add a queer spin nearly 40 years later and you’ll find Tár in 1973’s The Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant, another German milestone. Director Rainer Werner Fassbinder had the cheek to tell the story of a dissolute lesbian fashion designer (Margit Carstensen) who turns her back on her S&M lover-factotum when she becomes fatally attracted to a vanilla young thing (Hanna Schygulla).
“Even at 2 hours and 37 minutes, some critics say, Tár still fails in its duty to be passionate about music or life, which is not what the film is about. That’s another film. As it happens Tar is passionate about music, if doubtful about the life inside it.
“But this is the year of the two-and-a-half-hour film — they’re everywhere. And Tár had me on the edge of my seat for all of it, as if it was named War, not Tár.”
