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Based on reports about Matty Libatique‘s altercation last night in Poland, it would appear that the renowned cinematagpapher has an alcohol issue.

As one who embraced sobriety six and a half years ago, I understand that no one can step in and save a drunk from self-destructing — the drunk has to man up and do it himself (or herself). I also believe this episode shouldn’t have any effect upon Academy voting for the Best Cinematography Oscar. Libatique’s lensing of A Star Is Born is (or at least was) arguably in contention for this honor. If the work merits a nomination then it merits a nomination — period.

Nonetheless Indiewire is reporting that Polish prosecutors have charged Libatique with “assaulting public officials, which is punishable by a prison sentence of up to three years under Polish law.”

If Libatique had been arrested for assault against a wife or girlfriend, he’d be in deep shit right now with the #MeToo Robespierres. Thank God he only clobbered a Polish medical worker and a couple of cops — small potatoes.

A New York “Intelligencer” piece by Sasha Issenberg (“Maybe It’s Time For America To Split Up?“) has taken a serious look at cutting the red states loose and creating a sensible, solid-blue America that wouldn’t be hindered by racist bumblefuck obstinacy — an old HE fantasy. The difference is that Issenberg is envisioning a three-federation system — Blue, Red and Neutral.

In a 3.15.13 riff titled “Common Knowledge,” I wrote that “the best thing that could happen all around would be to create a separate nation among the Midwestern and Southern areas of this country — just cut the yokels off and let them raise their own revenues and nurture their retro beliefs, values and prejudices. They’re just a drag on the rest of the country and the sooner Red America is cut loose, the better for the rest of us. Seriously.

“This isn’t the 1860s. Our borders are secure, we have nuclear weapons, and nobody’s going to invade. We can be two countries and make out just fine. Yugoslavia broke up into two or three chunks and they’re doing okay. Czechoslovakia became two nations and they’re holding it together. We could create our out Czech Republic — a Blue America — and let the ‘Slovakians’ have their own. I’m perfectly serious here. Get rid of the dumbshits and a lot of the nation’s big problems will become much more managable.”

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Originally posted on 4.6.12: In her review of George Roy Hill‘s The Sting, Pauline Kael asked, “What is this movie about anyway?” Answer: Emotional comfort in the form of assured professional craft. It’s about conning people into caring about a shallow story with no themes or subcurrents whatsoever. It’s about keeping them intrigued even though the good-guy con artists have the upper hand all the way.

The Chicago Limited poker-game scene is the most satisfyingly shot and performed scene of its type in Hollywood history because it’s not about poker, but about two cheats trying to out-fuck each other. Paul Newman‘s smug and rascally confidence is key, but the whole thing really depends upon Robert Shaw‘s seething rage — the scene wouldn’t play without it. It’s all about boiling blood.

I can watch this scene all day long and never get bored because it’s perfectly shot, acted, lighted and timed. It’s the kind of thing that big-studio movies used to do really well. The emphasis was just so.

In 2008 director Rob Cohen (The Fast and The Furious) told the following story to reporter Germain Lussier of the Times Herald, a Hudson Valley newspaper:

“I was a reader for 100 bucks a week for a big agent named Mike Medavoy, who went on to be a studio head and producer,” Cohen began. “Mike put me in this cubbyhole and they hadn’t had a reader in about a month and the backup was enormous in this agency because I was reading scripts for all the agents. So I was in this little cubbyhole piled floor to ceiling with unread scripts and I began to develop a little code unto myself. Like ‘I will never read two scripts in a row with yellow covers.’ Or ‘On Wednesday, I only read scripts with blue covers.’

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A feisty, blunt-spoken, deeply moral director, Spike Lee carved his own path, spoke with his own voice and put Fort Greene, Brooklyn on the world map. I still say his best film is, was and always will be Malcolm X. Yes, he’ll be greatly missed, but what’s surprising — okay, shocking — is how he managed to hoodwink the Hollywood community as well as the ticket-buying public for over 35 years as to his true identity. All this time we thought he was “Spike Lee” when in fact he was a kind of Bruce Wayne or Clark Kent. Not to mention the fact that all this time he was 34 years older than he claimed. Shape-shifter, artful dodger.

Peter Farrelly‘s Green Book (Universal 11.16) had its big Manhattan premiere Tuesday night at the Paris, and then threw itself an elegant, lavishly catered after-party inside the Plaza’s Oak Bar. Farrelly, costars Mahershala Ali and Viggo Mortensen, producers Jim Burke and John Sloss, Universal brass (Ron Meyer, Michael Moses), etc. Everyone was feeling the same bubbly champagne buzz when it ended. Great reviews, bullseye performances, perfectly written and edited, feelgood vibes, all-but-locked Oscar noms for Best Picture, Director, Actor, Supporting Actor, Screenplay, etc. The only concern is that Green Book isn’t tracking all that well, but awareness will explode once the word gets around — a week or two to ignite, and then it’ll keep playing and playing.

Green Book‘s Mahershala Ali, heavily favored to win the Best Supporting Actor Oscar for his deliciously precise, emotionally affecting performance as the late jazz pianist Don Shirley, and Blackfilm’s Wilson Morales at Oak Bar after-party — Tuesday, 11.13, 10:10 pm.

(l.) Green Book and The Descendants producer and current Focus Features production president Jim Burke, Green Book star Viggo Mortensen.

Cinetic Media’s John Sloss (r.), son Henry Sloss (center) and significant other Bronwyn Cosgrave. Cinetic is one of the production companies behind Green Book.

Drop into a local time tunnel and consider the merits of six popular, well-reviewed 1995 films: Mel Gibson‘s Braveheart, Ron Howard‘s Apollo 13, Michael Mann‘s Heat, George Miller‘s Babe, Michael Radford and Massimo Troisi‘s Il Postino, Ang Lee‘s Sense and Sensibility.

23 years later, which of these is commonly regarded as the finest of the lot? As one of the greatest films of the ’90s? As one of the coolest, most stylish, most memorable and geographically distinct films of the 20th Century? And as the 1995 film with the greatest performances, both in the lead and supporting categories?

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I’m a little ashamed of what I’m about to reveal, but I just want it understood that I only meant to cast a little sunlight on a dire situation. You can say to me “that’s one of the dumbest things you could have possibly said in that situation” and I wouldn’t argue with you, but I was only trying to offer some positive spin. In this instance “positive” was inextricably linked with the term “idiotic,” agreed, but we all make little verbal mistakes from time to time.

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Playboy in Germany said Tuesday that some of the quotes in that controversial interview with Ennio Morricone — the one in which the fabled Italian composer allegedly described Quentin Tarantino as a “cretin” — have been “reproduced incorrectly.” Morricone quickly called the Tarantino remarks bullshit. The magazine initially stood by the article — now they’re waffling.

German Playboy is reportedly blaming the writer, Marcel Anders, for the errors. The magazine also apologized to Morricone.

“Up to now, we have considered the freelancer who conducted the Ennio Morricone interview on our behalf to be a renowned print and radio journalist,” German Playboy editor-in-chief Florian Boitin said in a statement. “In the past, we have had no reason to doubt his journalistic integrity and skills. Based on the information now at our disposal, we must unfortunately assume that the words spoken in the interview have, in part, been reproduced incorrectly.”

This morning I asked a Munich-based journalist friend if he could shed any light or tell me what’s really going on.

“I couldn’t tell you,” he replied. “I’ve been reading Marcel for years, but I don’t know him personally. He’s only covering music, to the best of my knowledge. I’ve never heard any complaints about him, and he is writing for one of the magazines I’m contributing to.

“This is a very awkward story. Especially since in Germany almost no interview gets published without authorization. I’m not really sure if the magazine did its homework in ascertaining those quotes were legit. Then again I don’t know the whole story.

“A few years ago the publishing house, Burda, was involved in a lawsuit with Tom Cruise about incorrect quotes. A different magazine though.”

The good news is that in a new Politico poll of registered Democrats, Beto O’Rourke is suddenly ahead of of Elizabeth Warren, Kamala Harris and Corey Booker. The Texas Democrat is at 8% compared to Warren’s 5%, Harris’s 4% and Booker’s 3%. That’s significant for Beto, who wasn’t even in the national conversation a few weeks ago.

The not-so-good news is that 55% of polled Democrats would like to see Joe Biden or Bernie Sanders — a pair of well-respected, highly principled good guys — run against Donald Trump in 2020.

The problem with this scenario (and don’t imagine it’s not a big one as far as the under-40 voters are concerned) is that Bernie will be 79 in November 2020, and Joe will be 77. Are you going to tell me that doesn’t give you a moment of slight pause?

I despise ageist thinking and even I’m thinking “hmmmm.” Bernie is definitely too far along. If Biden was seven or eight years younger, maybe, but my gut is telling me “no, someone younger…Joe has been too wishy-washy.”

“Beto O’Rourke is emerging to be an outside contender for the 2020 Democratic nomination, outpacing other potential nominees,” said Tyler Sinclair, Morning Consult’s vice president.

Hats off to Netflix marketing — this Roma trailer (released this morning) is fleet, nimble, darting — as strikingly artful within its own realm as Alfonso Cuaron‘s film is a major arthouse film in the big-screen arena. And don’t kid yourself — Roma is a movie you really ought to see on a big-ass screen in a sizable theatre somewhere. I’m not saying it won’t work on your 65″ or 75″ OLED screen at home (I’m actually looking forward to the 4K Ultra HD Bluray), but trust me — it would be a shame to miss seeing it the way hundreds of us did in Telluride and Toronto. Argue if you want.

Suddenly the entire civilized world is aware of Baraboo, a modest-sized town in Wisconsin that’s being probed and investigated after a photo was tweeted showing dozens of high school students — guys, of course — offering a “seig heil” salute.

They were probably doing it as a jape — as a way of being intentionally, ironically rude and outrageous. They probably thought they were saying “fuck political correctness” or something in that realm. But seriously, what kind of young squealing pigs would throw a “seig heil” without thinking twice?

The photo was allegedly taken last spring. The students were reportedly told to offer the salute by the photographer. And they did it laughingly, without hesitation? A tweet with the photo claimed “we even got the black kid to throw it up.”

One guy (top row, upper right) refused to join in — cheers and salutations.