Speaking last night to PBS Newshour’s Judy Woodruff, former director of national intelligence James Clapper claimed that “Russians not only affected the outcome of the 2016 presidential election — they decided it.” Given that Trump’s defeat of Hillary Clinton turned on less than 80,000 votes, he means. “To me, it just exceeds logic and credulity that they didn’t affect the election, and it’s my belief they actually turned it.”

Regarding President Trump‘s claim about “Spygate,” Clapper explained that “the important thing was not to spy on the campaign but rather to determine what the Russians were up to. Were they trying to penetrate to campaign, gain access, gain leverage, gain influence? That was the concern that the FBI had. I think they were just doing their job and trying to protect our political system.”

12:20 pm update: The New York Times has finally posted a story about Moses Farrow’s essay. Written by Laura M. Holson, the Times piece is titled “Moses Farrow Defends Woody Allen Against Sexual Abuse Claim.”

Earlier: Not to beat a dead horse, but a full day has transpired since the posting of Moses Farrow’s self-published refutation of his sister Dylan’s account of the Woody Allen mishegoss, but the N.Y. Times hasn’t said boo. And they aren’t the only one. As of this morning the Washington Post hadn’t touched the Moses essay, and neither had the Huffington Post. Movie City News had to be dragged and goaded into posting a link. Two or three hours ago Newsweek posted a link-and-comment piece titled “Who is Moses Farrow?” as in “Who Is This Angry, Faintly Suspicious Farrow Sibling Who Would Impudently Question Dylan Farrow, The Victim Whom We Believe is Telling The Truth?”

The Times has covered the “Dylan vs. Woody on the winds of #MeToo” story six ways from Sunday. Four years ago they got the ball rolling with Nicolas Kristof’s post of “An Open Letter From Dylan Farrow.” They ran Tony Scott‘s damning piece, titled “My Woody Allen Problem” (1.31.18). They’ve covered it every which way and ardently, but when Moses came along and cast serious doubt upon Mia Farrow‘s mentality and Dylan’s curious allegation, they suddenly turned hesitant and hold-offish.

True, the Times summarized Moses’ views on the matter in a 9.29.17 Times piece by Sopan Deb about Eric Lax’s “Start to Finish: Woody Allen and the Art of Moviemaking but they’re still ducking Moses in the present context. 2nd Update: They’ve finally posted a story [see above].

We’re basically talking about a loose journalistic cabal that appears to be terrified of being perceived as less than 100% supportive of #MeToo and #TimesUp. They’ll cover the “Woody is guilty because Dylan said so” story every which way, but they don’t want to touch the Moses essay, it seems, because it argues with a narrative that they’ve all invested in, which is that Woody is an ogre whose career needs to come to an end.

Earlier today a Facebook member named Kevin Bahr posted the following: “I know that there’s a lot of other stuff going on in the news right now, but it’s always funny how little traction these stories seem to get compared to whenever Dylan Farrow writes about the story. It reminds me of the old adage of the story being written on Page 1 and the retraction being published on Page 26.”

Last night I saw Morgan Neville‘s Won’t You Be My Neighbor? (Focus Features, 6.8) — a quiet little caress of a film that leaves you with all kinds of alpha vibes. It was warmly and lovingly reviewed during the 2018 Sundance Film Festival, by no less than 27 critics. And for good cause. A 94-minute doc about Fred Rogers and Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, it currently has a Rotten Tomatoes rating of 96%. But people who didn’t attend that Park City festival or who did but missed it anyway (like me) are being asked to hold their reviews until the week after next.

Here, at least, are two clips that stood out for me. The first shows Rogers’ May 1969 appearance before a Senate committee headed by Sen. John Pastore, in an attempt to secure public-television funding. The second is Eddie Murphy‘s SNL parody skit, “Mr. Robinson’s Neighborhood.”

French helmer Jacques Audiard (The Beat That My Heart Skipped, A Prophet, Rust and Bone, Dheepan) has never embraced a jaded, fuck-around attitude — he’s always been a fairly solemn, straightforward filmmaker. But he’s adopted a jaunty, mock-ironic, Coen-esque approach for The Sisters Brothers (Annapurna), a western set during the California Gold Rush. John C. Reilly and Joaquin Phoenix as Eli and Charlie Sisters; costarring Jake Gyllenhaal, Riz Ahmed, Rutger Hauer and Carol Kane. Pic will open sometime in October or November.

“If Cormac McCarthy had a sense of humor, he might have concocted a story like Patrick DeWitt’s bloody, darkly funny western The Sisters Brothers…[DeWitt has] a skillfully polished voice and a penchant for gleefully looking under bloody bandages.” — Los Angeles Times blurb about the 2011 source novel.

Morgan Freeman is under fire this morning for having allegedly behaved in a sexually inappropriate, harassing or goading manner with no fewer than eight women. It’s all in a CNN report by Chloe Melas and An Phung, posted just after 8 am Pacific. The eight women were contacted as a result of a “months-long” investigation.

This effort was triggered after Melas herself “was subjected to inappropriate behavior by Freeman more than a year ago, when she interviewed him at a press junket for Going in Style,” according to the article. A complaint was pressed via human resource staffers at CNN and Warner Bros., but the response was minimal. So Melas turned up the heat. Excerpt: “After the encounter with Freeman, Melas started making calls to see if other women had experienced anything similar, or whether this was an isolated incident. She soon learned that other women had similar stories — and so she, and later her co-author, began this months-long reporting process.”

Freeman’s response: “Anyone who knows me or has worked with me knows I am not someone who would intentionally offend or knowingly make anyone feel uneasy. I apologize to anyone who felt uncomfortable or disrespected — that was never my intent.”

Morgan Freeman

Posts about Moses Farrow’s self-published essay (“A Son Speaks Out“), which casts serious shade upon Mia Farrow as well as Dylan Farrow‘s accusation of molestation against Woody Allen, began appearing roughly six hours ago, or around noon Pacific. I just want everyone to recognize that Movie City News, which is always fairly Johnny-on-the-spot when a story breaks, hasn’t posted a link to Moses’ essay over the last six-plus hours. No tweet link, no comment…zip. Just saying.

5.24, 8:10 am: MCN finally posts a link — “A Son Speaks,” Writes Moses Farrow. If there’s bounce or intrigue of any kind in a story, MCN will typically post an excerpt. Not this time. They’ve posted the absolute bare minimum, sans comment. HE guess: They don’t want to be seen as burying their heads in the sand, but also fear being perceived as “we believe Dylan” contrarians.

Even the semi-informed have known for some time that Moses Farrow, the adopted son of Woody Allen and Mia Farrow, has been dismissive of sister Dylan Farrow‘s claim about Woody having molested her in August 1992, and also disparaging of Mia for having been a highly intimidating control freak when he and his siblings were young.

Today Moses reiterated these views in a self-published essay titled “A Son Speaks Out.” He again questioned Dylan, defended his father, and claimed his mother was abusive towards him and his siblings.

Near the end of Moses’ essay: “To those who have become convinced of my father’s guilt, I ask you to consider this: In this time of #MeToo, when so many movie heavyweights have faced dozens of accusations, my father has been accused of wrongdoing only once, by an enraged ex-partner during contentious custody negotiations. During almost 60 years in the public eye, not one other person has come forward to accuse him of even behaving badly on a date, or acting inappropriately in any professional situation, let alone molesting a child.

“As a trained professional, I know that child molestation is a compulsive sickness and deviation that demands repetition. Dylan was alone with Woody in his apartment countless times over the years without a hint of impropriety, yet some would have you believe that at the age of 56, he suddenly decided to become a child molester in a house full of hostile people ordered to watch him like a hawk.

“To the actors who have worked with my father and have voiced regret for doing so: You have rushed to join the chorus of condemnation based on a discredited accusation for fear of not being on the ‘right’ side of a major social movement.” Are you listening, Timothy Chalamet and Greta Gerwig?

“But rather than accept the hysteria of Twitter mobs, mindlessly repeating a story examined and discredited 25 years ago, please consider what I have to say. After all, I was there — in the house, in the room — and I know both my father and mother and what each is capable of a whole lot better than you.”

Dylan has called the essay “an attempt to deflect from a credible allegation made by an adult woman, by trying to impugn my mother who has only ever been supportive of me and my siblings.”

I honestly don’t remember very much about Franklin Schaffner‘s Papillon (’73), save for the fact that it starred Steve McQueen (as the real-life Henri Charriere) and Dustin Hoffman (as Louis Dega).

The two things I do remember: (a) it was generally a tough haul with all the cruelty, beatings and isolation suffered by the main characters, and (b) I was left with a feeling of enormous letdown at the finale. As McQueen apparently floats away from Devil’s Island on a small handmade raft, a narrator informs that Charriere made it to civilization, wasn’t re-arrested and lived the rest of his life as a free soul. As an audience member I wanted to taste this freedom as badly as Charriere did, and it felt unfair to end the film during his final escape attempt. It needed a denouement showing McQueen in a beachside hammock, staring at the sunset with a pretty wife nearby and maybe a drink in his hand.

Michael Noer‘s Papillon (Bleecker Street, 8.24) stars Charlie Hunnam as McQueen/Charriere and Rami Malek as Hoffman/Dega.

NFL honcho Roger Goodell to NFL players: “I’m not condemning your kneeling protests, but I don’t want you to do them.” Earth to Goodell: Saluting the anthem and the flag offers collateral support for the current White House occupant, and that’s a no-go.

NFL players can hang in the locker room during the national anthem, but if they “take a knee” on the field their teams will be fined. Players had previously been required to be visible during the anthem. Goodell said this morning that owners voted unanimously to roll that rule back and to fine teams if the on-field players fail to “show respect for the flag and the anthem.”

Trailers for ’50s monster movies often used hyperbole and sensationalism, but even by these standards the trailer for The Abominable Snowman of the Himalayas, a 1957 Hammer horror film, was comically over-the-top. The narration and especially the narrator’s style of delivery are so purple it’s hard to imagine that the marketing team was attempting a sincere sell. I’ve never seen the actual film, but apparently it wasn’t that bad. Director Val Guest came from comedy, but he also directed the highly respectable The Day The Earth Caught Fire. Wiki page excerpt: “Guest felt that the Yeti should be kept largely offscreen, bar a few glimpses of hands and arms, leaving the rest to the audience’s imagination [whereas screenwriter] Nigel Kneale felt that the creatures should be shown in their entirety to get across the message of the script that the Yeti are harmless, gentle creatures.”

After making so many outrageous crap-level movies, how can Dwayne Johnson expect to seriously compete as a Republican presidential candidate in 2024? Won’t voters resent him for appearing in nothing but shit-level “entertainments” for so many years? Compared to Johnson Arnold Schwarzenegger was Laurence Olivier by the time he began running for California governor in the early aughts. The Terminator, Predator, Total Recall, Kindergarten Cop, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, True Lies, Eraser, Batman and Robin — Schwarzenegger was a mainstream action star, but at least he made a few semi-respectable films. Johnson just wants to parade around and make dough.

Imagine there’s an actual sentient God — a universal, all-powerful, all-knowing, all-controlling glowforce with His/Her finger on the button of absolutely everything, and Ethan Hawke‘s Reverend Toller comes over, sits down, takes a swig of whiskey and asks, “Will you forgive us for what we’ve done to this world? Will you cut humankind a break for polluting and greenhouse-gassing and over-developing so much of your good green paradise?”

God would take a breath, clear his throat, take Toller’s hand, look him in the eye and say, “Forgive in what way? Even if I felt like forgiving, what good would it do? It’s a crazy question. Century after century humans have asked it, and the answer has never changed: “I don’t forgive. I never have and I never will. There’s only one rule of the physical universe, and you’ve been hearing it since you were just a proverbial knee-high. As you sow, so shall you reap. And you know what that means.

“Put another way, I’m not in this. It’s your planet. If you want to flood your low-lying cities with sea water and turn the green verdant hills into toxic waste dumps, knock yourselves out. You’ll be ruining the lives of your grandchildren and especially your great-grandchildren, of course, but fuck ’em, right? The fact that you can’t see any farther than the tip of your own nose is not my affair. I’m not a judge or a referee or even a landlord. You want the real truth? I don’t even exist. Okay, I shouldn’t have said that. That was raw. I’m sorry. I blurt stuff out.”