Tapper: “You’ve had problems attracting African-American voters. Why is that?” Sanders: “Probably because I look like someone who at some point told them ‘get out of my store.’ They say they don’t know me but they don’t want to know me because I look like I do and I’m from Vermont. That’s it. That’s as deep as it goes. Tribal instinct. Plus…you know, the fact that a lot of African-American voters, no offense, seem to find it hard to pick up a smart phone and read stuff. It’s comforting, I guess, to stay curled up in that low-information foxhole. What are ya gonna do? That guy’s grandma said she ‘don’t know no Bernie’ because she doesn’t wanna know. Plus the gender thing.”

Once again I fucked myself because I didn’t take the time to do the research. The sound-synch issue wouldn’t go away and so I finally decided I had to junk the Samsung 60″ 1080p that I’ve had for about three years and get a newbie. Well, the big stores don’t sell 1080s any more — you pretty much have to buy a 4K. Being a cheap-ass and insufficiently temperate in these matters, I decided to buy the most reasonably priced 4K that had first-rate approvals on CNET and elsewhere — a Samsung 65″ 4K (UN65JU65OOF) for $1700 and change.

They delivered it last weekend. The 4K was set up after an hour or so, and I was pretty damn delighted with the resolution. It really does seem to pop a bit more than 1080p. But then I was told by a guy who knows all about this stuff that the “cheap” Samsung I’d purchased doesn’t have HDR (high dynamic range) and therefore it won’t be able to interface with and/or derive maximum visual benefit from a 4K Bluray player.

Do I have the slightest interest in purchasing a 4K player? No, but sooner or later you have to succumb to what’s happening and available and current. Yes, it’s all streaming these days (I also got a new Roku 4 because it’s 4K-friendly) but I can’t completely divorce myself from the comforts of physical media.

I’m flabbergasted that the Best Buy guys have the balls to look people in the eye and sell them 4K TVs that can’t play 4K Blurays. Which is roughly analogous to selling customers 1080p flatscreens six or seven years ago and then telling them the next day that their sets can’t play Blurays. But that’s exactly what they’ll do if you let them.

The older I get and the more I attempt to arrest the gradual weathering, creasing and flabification (by way of sobriety, healthy eating, astringent facial creams, regular exercise and the wearing of studly leather motorcycle jackets), the more beautiful I find photos like these. Snapped in 1946 at age 22, about a year before the Broadway debut of A Streetcar Named Desire.

Speaking to press this morning in Largo, Florida, Marco Rubio — over, finished, probably on the brink of withdrawing from the race — hedged on whether he would support Donald Trump as the Republican presidential nominee. “It’s called chaos, anarchy and that’s what we’re careening toward,” Rubio said. “We are being ripped apart at the seams now, and it’s disturbing. I am sad for this country. This country is supposed to be an example to the world.” Asked if he’ll still support Trump, Rubio responded: “I don’t know. I intend to support the Republican nominee, but [it’s] getting harder every day.” — from a 3.12.16 Guardian report by Sabrina Siddiqui.

Marco Rubio on Trump and violence. Sat. March 12, 2016. from Omar Moore on Vimeo.

I shared the following last June: “I regard all raves of all films shown at South by Southwest as highly suspect. Way too many easy-lay geeks attend this Austin-based festival, and when they see something half-decent they all go ‘wheee!…we’re totally in love with this film and the filmmakers and distributors who allowed us to see it early because this makes us look necessary and important in the overall scheme!'”

Yes, I tend to trust Variety‘s Justin Chang as a rule or at least most of the time, but even Chang, I fear, might be affected by the SXSW ether. Yes, Trainwreck was wildly praised last year and I wound up feeling the same way, but I’ve been to SXSW and it’s just too much of a celebration of itself. Almost every movie finds some kind of love there. Too much generosity can be a bad thing.

Chang on Richard Linklater’s Everybody Wants Some: “This is the rare mainstream movie that, rather than treating its characters’ sex drives as an opportunity for crass cynicism or mindless vulgarity, wears its libido bravely, and thoughtfully, on its sleeve.

During a CNBC discussion about the U.S. economy two days ago, Wall Street analyst Asher Edelman contended that four out of five Americans have been grappling with recession-like conditions for the last 15 years. Soon after Adelman explained why a Bernie Sanders presidency would be better for the economy.

“I think it is pretty straightforward,” Edelman said. “The average American has not had an increase in pay in over 15 years. But things cost more in the marketplaces. He has been in a recession for 15 years. Nothing’s changed for him. On the top, we are not in a recession. But 80% of Americans have been in a recession for at least 15 years.”

After Adelman’s recession remark the CNBC host argued that “nobody” believes the U.S. is in a recession. Adelman: “Who is your nobody?” 

Another panelist suggested that Adelman was discussing economic justice rather than strict economics. “That’s a social issue,” Adelman responded. “I am talking about money and economics. People can buy less for what they have now than they could 15 years ago. In their lives, that’s a recession.”

Adelman was then asked, among other panelists, who would make the best candidate for the economy, and he said without hesitation that Bernie Sanders would be that person.

The above quote is from a Lucia Graves Guardian piece about violence against protestors at Trump rallies. The article was posted before tonight’s clashes in Chicago between pro- and anti-Donald Trump forces following the Republican contender’s decision to cancel a rally.

Best Twitter comment: “Maybe she was just trying to hail a cab?” The woman has been identified as Birgitt Petersen, an anti-tax activist. Pic was taken by Chicago Tribune photographer E. Jason Wambsgans (@ejwamb); the guy on the left is Michael Joseph Garza (@ampersandcastle).

I’m sorry but “Dirty Love“, a track from 1973’s Over-Nite Sensation, is the only Frank Zappa song I know the lyrics to. It’s the only Zappa song I know, period. I always loved his humorous album and song titles — “Dog Breath,” “Weasels Ripped My Flesh,” “We’re Only In It For The Money” — but it never got much further than that.

During his SXSW appearance earlier today, President Obama said the following: “We’re the only advanced democracy in the world that makes it harder for people to vote …you laugh but it’s bad…we systematically put up barriers and make it as hard as possible for our citizens to vote.” Excuse me but “we” don’t do this — rightwing governors and their bureaucratic minions do this. And they don’t make it hard for “people” in general to vote but people of color. Why put it vaguely? There are no liberal governors in this country who do this.

Respect for the departed Ken Adam, designer of the legendary war-room set in Stanley Kubrick‘s Dr. Strangelove (’64) and all kinds of intriguing James Bond interiors, particularly the interrogation room in Dr. No (’62) and the executive Goldfinger meeting room plus sets for Thunderball, You Only Live Twice, Sleuth, The Spy Who Loved Me and The Madness of King George. Adam’s 18th Century recreations for Barry Lyndon won a Best Art Direction Oscar. Sorry but I got sidetracked by a small trove of color photos taken during the Dr. Strangelove shoot.

Bob Nelson‘s The Confirmation (Saban, 3.18 limited and on iTunes) hasn’t generated much pre-release heat but it’s an ace-level thing — a quietly rewarding, deftly layered, richly embroidered character drama. Okay, a “family” drama but I’ve always hated that term. I also hate the term “father-son saga” but that’s more or less the shot. But it’s the singer, not the song.

This is a simple, small-town thing (shot in a Vancouver suburb) about the revealing of character and the finding of a stolen tool box. Sounds small and maybe a bit marginal, right? It’s not. It hits fundamental notes.

The set-up is an agreement by Walt (Clive Owen), a divorced dad and recovering alcoholic with an irregular income, to look after his son Anthony (St. Vincent‘s Jaeden Lieberher) for a day while his ex-wife Bonnie (Maria Bello) and her religious-minded husband Kyle (Matthew Modine) are off on a trip of some kind.

The story is driven by Walt’s missing toolbox, which he needs for a job that starts Monday morning. But the film is more about Walt and Anthony’s character and decisions as they make their way around town, moving from lead to lead and incident to incident, all the while accepting the kindly counsel of Walt’s old pal Otto (Robert Forster) and some less-than-reliable assistance from a pair of local tradesmen, Vaughn and Drake (Tim Blake Nelson, Patton Oswalt)

Director-writer Nelson supplies the same kind of subtle weaving of character and small-town detail that he put into his Nebraska screenplay (which won him a Spirit Award for Best First Screenplay), and he gets just-right performances from Owen (best thing he’s done since Closer) and Lieberher along with the supporting ensemble. Everyone delivers.

When has a John Goodman performance not been exemplary? Sea of Love, Barton Fink, The Babe, The Hudsucker Proxy, The Flintstones, The Big Lebowski, Argo, Inside Llewyn Davis, Trumbo…he never misses the mark. But there’s no way JG’s performance as a paranoid, domineering hermit in 10 Cloverfield Lane will even jiggle the meter as an awards-level thing.

Goodman has been playing guys like Howard Stambler, an eccentric oddball survivalist, for a long, long time. Howard is a bit of lower-key type, but he could easily be the cousin or kid brother of Mad Man Mundt, Walter Sobchak or Roland Turner. Same genes, same attitude, same gut.

Why am I even mentioning this? Because Kris Tapley, Variety‘s usually astute columnist, has suggested that Goodman’s performance “deserves earmarking for year-end kudos.” Tapley foresees a combination of (a) respect for the Howard performance plus (b) the old Oscar-season melody called “he’s due.”

Tapley: “Goodman’s performance is impressive for its complexity.” HE response: No — it’s impressively familiar.