14 out of 26 Gold Derby “experts” have put Green Book‘s Mahershala Ali at the top of their Best Supporting Actor spitball lists. That’s roughly a 60% consensus, and you can bet that some didn’t pick Mahershala because he won a Best Supporting Actor Oscar less than two years ago for his Moonlight performance.

Ali had…what, four or five scenes in Barry Jenkins‘ Best Picture winner, if that? But his Don Shirley performance in Green Book lasts all through the film and abounds with pleasure — it’s almost a lead. In fact you could argue it is a lead performance, but that argues with Mahershala’s (or his p.r. team’s) strategy.

Mahershala is listed second on six Gold Derby lists. Face it — he’s almost a lock.

Ali’s strongest Best Supporting Actor competitor, Beautiful Boy‘s Timothy Chalamet, appears at the top of seven lists.

What was NBC News chairman Andy Lack thinking when he hired Megyn Kelly to host an early-morning talk show and supply occasional news commentary? Did he think this former Fox News star would suddenly morph into a moderate version of Rachel Maddow or something?

This is a woman who insisted five years ago that Jesus of Nazareth was white. Did Lack think she would just shed such views like a snake?

Kelly was who she was and is who she is — an outspoken conservative white woman (probably with submerged racial attitudes) who never had to kowtow to p.c. culture until she took the NBC gig. And now she’s dead. Off on her own, I mean.

By the way: The last time I ever considered the idea of a white person wearing blackface was when I saw Robert Downey, Jr. in Tropic Thunder, but that was comedy. Gene Wilder in Stir Crazy was also a goof. Before that was Neil Diamond‘s minstrel routine in The Jazz Singer, some 38 years ago.

I’ve never even heard of any kid wearing blackface for Halloween — never, not once. Then again I hail from New Jersey and Connecticut.

For almost two years President Trump has been whipping up rage and resentment among rural dumbshit followers at those hillbilly Nuremberg rallies, accusing the establishment liberals of deep-state obfuscation and the mainstream media of “purposely false and inaccurate reporting” — i.e., “fake news.”

Tump hasn’t generated this ugliness in exactly the same way that Adolf Hitler whipped up loathing and resentment against Jews and Communists in the 1930s, but he’s come pretty close. You have to admit that.

Think of it — a U.S. president has deliberately orchestrated a climate of anger so intense that an attempted assassination of two ex-presidents happened yesterday via mail bombs. Multiple attempted murders that were essentially inspired by hate rhetoric that has been repeatedly owned and generated by this bloated, trash-talking sociopath.

And there are millions out there who will be voting next month for legislators who’ve pledged to support this animal.

Sasha Stone is traveling across America, and all she seems to care about is following Google and Waze and driving no longer than six or seven hours. I love her but we just had an argument about the best route from Shreveport (where she stayed last night) to Savannah, and she has this insane notion about driving northeast from Meridian, Mississippi to Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and then past Birmingham and crashing in Leeds, Alabama.

Leeds is on the road to Atlanta…Atlanta! Who would want to come within 50 miles of that godforsaken over-developed sprawl when you’re driving across America, which most people do for the purpose of filling their hearts and enrichening their souls?

Google Maps and Waze are life-savers when you’re trying to find a specific spot in a big city, but they kill the joy of travelling if you follow their suggestions during long journeys. Because all they care about is getting you to a destination within a short time-frame. Nine times out of ten that means driving on big ugly freeways and commercial boulevards and gassing up at big corporate rest-stops.

Yesterday I had to twist Sasha’s arm to visit Dealey Plaza, and she didn’t even pull her car over when she got there. She just drove on through while glancing at the grassy knoll and the big red building that used to be the Texas School Book Depository. I’m not even sure she noticed the two big X stencils that mark the position of the the JFK limo when the first and third shots were fired.

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The liberal-leaning targets of today’s mail bomber (Barack Obama, CNN, the Clintons, etc.) obviously indicates that he/she was motivated by Trump’s Hitlerian, anti-left, pro-bumblefuck hate rhetoric — “get the Deep Staters, the evil liberals and the big media fake-news guys,” etc. Obviously. This is his basic drill, who he is, what he lives for…a totalitarian thug of the lowest or first order (take your pick).

I was under an initial impression that Variety‘s Kris Tapley conducted the recently posted interview with Roma‘s Alfonso Cuaron. Maybe it wasn’t. But if it was, it was a wise decision on Tapley’s part to remove himself from the discussion and just let Cuaron have the floor.

From Jay Weissberg’s Rome Film Festival review of The Girl in the Spider’s Web: “It was probably inevitable that Hollywood would neuter the best elements of Stieg Larsson’s ‘Millennium’ franchise, but did the producers really need to shift it into a commonplace cross between a superhero flick and James Bond?

“David Fincher’s The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo tried hard to balance the Swedish films’ sensitivity to protagonist Lisbeth Salander’s severe psychological trauma with broad box office appeal, but The Girl in the Spider’s Web –— based on the novel by Larsson’s successor David Lagercrantz — is more vested in fiery external explosions than internal pain, reducing Salander to a quirky Batgirl-like figure, soft-pedaling her feminism, practically eliminating her queerness, and tossing in an American so the U.S. can save the world.

“Director Fede Alvarez (Don’t Breathe) delivers some big-bang thrills in a slick production that will do hefty business, but for Salander fans, this entry feels like a betrayal.

“Presumably this is the way the remaining films of the franchise will play out, with Salander just another superhero with a stuck-on psychological profile rather than a three-dimensional young woman dealing with severe trauma, trying to seek justice in a world stacked against her. How sadly ironic that in the midst of the #MeToo moment, one of recent fiction’s most iconic characters in the fight against sexual abuse gets turned into just another male fantasy action figure.”

From a 10.24 Sasha Stone Best Actor analysis — “On Heroes, Failed Heroes, Anti-Heroes“:

“This year, at least right now, it looks like we’re putting a failed hero (A Star Is Born‘s Bradley Cooper) up against a straight-up hero (Green Book‘s Viggo Mortensen) and an anti-hero (Vice‘s Dick Cheney).

“All three are beloved in town. Cooper appears to have many more friends than I’d realized until A Star is Born launched. He definitely has a cadre of supporters, which means he’s a nice guy to work with on set. People like him and are advocating for him. Viggo Mortensen is a legend in terms of his genuine kindness. And of course, Christian Bale is respected and well liked as one of the greatest actors of his generation.

“It’s a tough call. While it seems like Cooper has this walking in the door, one has to assess A Star is Born’s future overall. If it’s likely to win Best Picture, he’s not likely to win Best Actor. If it isn’t going to win Best Picture, he might win Best Actor. He could do what Laurence Olivier did, of course, and win both. It’s certainly possible.”

HE opinion: People don’t vote for the performance as much as the performance plus the character. You could argue that they mainly vote for the character, period.

Brilliant as Bale might be as Dick Cheney, nobody’s gonna vote for a Republican monster with an even worse variation living in the White House as we speak. So it’s probably between Cooper and Mortensen.

On the basis of character alone, would you rather vote for a somewhat crude if personable Sopranos-styled racist chauffeur who looks inside and grows out of that shit during a musical tour of 1962 rural America with a brilliant black pianist?

Or for a bearded, gravelly-voiced superstar alcoholic who falls in love with a gifted singer, gets drunker and drunker, pees on himself at an awards show (“Urine Trouble, Mister!”) and decides to bring things to a close in a garage?

I really liked Cooper’s performance in A Star Is Born, just as I admired his direction of the film as well as his singing voice and his pro-level guitar playing. Thumbs up, good job, no issues.

But I love Viggo’s goombah in Green Book. Remember when people said they liked Hillary but they loved Obama during the ’08 primaries? Same difference.

I’ll be joining Awards Daily‘s Sasha Stone at the 2018 Savannah Film Festival, which kicks off this Saturday. Sasha left Los Angeles by car a couple of days ago (she always chooses driving over flying) and is now making her way across Texas. As I’m typing this (1 pm eastern) she’s an hour or so outside of Dallas. Yesterday I urged her to visit Dealey Plaza, which she’s never seen. Being something of a JFK assassination buff, she was open to the idea. But right now it’s raining cats and dogs, she said. Go anyway, I said — the weather might ease up. Right now a Sixth Floor Dealey Plaza webcam indicates only mild sprinkling.

For my money, this Viola Davis vs. Meryl Streep scene in Doubt is one of the great Hollywood face-offs of all time. Easily on the level of that classic restaurant scene between Robert De Niro vs. Al Pacino in Heat, if not above and beyond it. You’ll notice that no film this year has delivered anything on this level. (Right?) Please name the other great one-on-one scenes. Not just between two actors, but between major-league, world-class talents. If Marlon Brando and Montgomery Clift had costarred in a well-directed film in the early to mid ’50s and gone eyeball to eyeball…that kind of thing.

For the last 15 or 20 years critics have been lamenting the fact that amply-funded, carefully-composed, middle-class movies with toney, well-paid movie stars have become all but extinct. Especially the brainy, sophisticated dramas and dramedies. I’m mainly talking about Mike Nichols or James L. Brooks-level stuff. Or early Nora Ephron or pre-North Rob Reiner-styled films about faintly witty, educated, well-off urban white people and their problems. Broadcast News, As Good As It Gets, When Harry Met Sally, Groundhog Day, Heartburn, Sleepless in Seattle…that line of country.

Or something like Silver Linings Playbook, which felt to me like a vague descendant of the Nichols thing. Or polished white-soul romantic dramas like Bridges of Madison County.

Notice how the above paragraphs sound vaguely racist? These are the times in which we live. If you say you find something pleasing or agreeable about thoughtful, well-crafted films that happen to concern white characters, you’re automatically regarded as dicey or suspicious. Just ask…no, I won’t say his name.

Almost all of today’s adult-friendly quality fare has moved over to cable and streaming, of course. Minus the aid of a comprehensive survey I’m presuming that HBO, Showtime, Netflix, Amazon, Hulu and the others have taken a stab at some kind of facsimile of the above …smart, urbane, witty, perhaps even book-based.

But even if they are, the culture is no longer geared to pay attention to such films as it did 25 or 30 years ago. Our attention pulled in so many directions, many of us texting as we watch, etc. If and when one of these films were to be made for streaming, they wouldn’t settle into the conversation like they used to. Because everything gets consumed so quickly, and at increasing speeds.

I re-watched Heartburn six years ago, but I went there again last night with the excuse that I’d never seen it in HD on a 65-inch screen. Same modest satisfactions, same mixed reactions.

Posted on 5.12.12: “I was moved to give it another go, and it was intermittently entertaining once more. I miss this kind of well-funded, well-acted, sophisticated adult dramedy with that Nichols attitude and a fine commercial gloss. I didn’t even mind the Carly Simon songs. And Meryl Streep‘s portrayal of Rachel Samstadt (i.e., the stand-in for Heartburn screenwriter-novelist Nora Ephron) has many genuine moments, especially of vulnerability.

“But the film has a huge roadblock or two. Or three.