Look at what Goldfinger (’64) and Thunderball (’65) made when you adjust for inflation — $550 and $600 million domestic, which is way above the grosses of any Bond films since. From Russia With Love (’63) did better than all the Roger Moore Bonds except for The Spy Who Loved Me, and roughly as well as all the Brosnans and two out of three Craigs (Skyfall being the bang exception). But even Skyfall is dwarfed by Goldfinger/Thunderball, and is evenly matched by You Only Live Twice. Even little, new-to-the-marketplace Dr. No (’62) — the first 007 starring a relatively unknown Sean Connery — took in $150 million by 2015 standards. The lowest earners of all were the two Daltons — The Living Daylights and License to Kill.

The latest Gurus of Gold multi-category chart has Steve Jobs‘ Michael Fassbender in the lead for Best Actor Oscar. Even if you put aside Fassbender’s reported reluctance to campaign, he’s certain to lose this standing before long due to the fact that (a) the movie is a commercial stiff and (b) there are things to dislike about it from a critical-aesthetic perspective, the most prominent of these being the toxic dislikability of Fassbender’s Jobs character. I liked Jobs on the page but I didn’t like him when Fassbender stepped into his shoes….sorry. Honestly? Winning is an impossibility at this stage, and Fassbender even being nominated may become an iffy thing down the road. Or maybe not. I don’t know everything. But I’m certain that the bloom is off and it’s probably all downhill from here on.

Awards Daily‘s Sasha Stone has added a spoiler warning introduction to the latest Oscar Poker, which drew scattered complaints after being posted last night due to certain revealings about Brooklyn and Room. If you’ve read a few reviews of Brooklyn you won’t be alarmed but spoiler whiners can be hyper-sensitive about this stuff. Again, the mp3.

Three things pop in Scott Dadich‘s Wired interview with Star Wars: The Force Awakens director J.J. Abrams. One, Dadich has used the word “pressure” and more specifically the phrase “No pressure, right?” And that means Dadich is a dead man as I really and truly hate journalists who ask “so how much pressure was it to nail this given the huge expectations?” (I explained why on 9.24.14.) Two, the top-of-the-page photo of Abrams is possibly the coolest ever taken of the guy, ever. And three, a passage in which Abrams talks about working with Episode VIII director Rian Johnson (i.e., another special friend-of-HE) is interesting. Here it is:

“The script for VIII is written. I’m sure rewrites are going to be endless, like they always are. But what Larry [Kasdan] and I did was set up certain key relationships, certain key questions, conflicts. And we knew where certain things were going. We had meetings with Rian and Ram Bergman, the producer of VIII. They were watching dailies when we were shooting our movie. We wanted them to be part of the process, to make the transition to their film as seamless as possible. I showed Rian an early cut of the movie, because I knew he was doing his rewrite and prepping. And as executive producer of VIII, I need that movie to be really good. Withholding serves no one and certainly not the fans. So we’ve been as transparent as possible.

I have no respect whatsoever for another “yay Casablanca!” doc that shits all over the original 1.33 or 1.37 aspect ratio by framing the clips in 1.85. The content of the doc isn’t bad but seriously…this is a huge fail for producer-director Gary Leva. Really — what he’s done here is truly awful. And why is this doc being sent around at all? To recognize what anniversary or promote what product? Didn’t Hillary Clinton say back in ’07 or ’08 that Casablanca was her favorite film? Other studio-era films (like HE’s own Treasure of the Sierra Madre) need celebrating more.

If you’re new to Casablanca, remember to get the 2008 Bluray and not the 2012 70th Anniversary version, which is too dark and is mainly for grain fetishists.

This morning’s Oscar Poker chat, in which Sasha Stone and I were joined by AwardsWatch.com’s Erik Anderson, ran about two hours. Brooklyn, By The Sea, Room, Best Actress, the curious persistence of Steve Jobs despite the air being out of the tires, the bizarre support for The Martian, Best Actor, etc. Again, the mp3.

I’m obviously late in posting this, but last night Revenant director Alejandro G. Inarritu spoke strongly and very critically about Donald Trump‘s anti-Mexican-immigrant rhetoric. He did so as a guest of honor at the annual Los Angeles County Museum of Art & Film gala. Here’s the best part:

Alejandro G. Inarritu, wife Maria Eladia Hagerman at last night’s LACMA gala.

“Unfortunately, there are currently people proposing [that] we build walls, instead of bridges. I must confess that I debated with myself, [wondering] if I should bring up this uncomfortable subject tonight. But in light of the constant and relentless xenophobic comments that have been expressed recently against my Mexican fellows, it is inevitable.

“These sentiments have been widely spread by the media without shame, embraced and cheered by leaders and communities around the U.S. The foundation of all this is so outrageous that it can easily be minimized as an SNL sketch, a mere entertainment, a joke. But the words that have been expressed are not a joke. Words have real power; and similar words in the past have both created and triggered enormous suffering for millions of humans beings, especially throughout the last century.

There’s good buzz about Ryan Coogler‘s Creed (Warner Bros., 11.25), in which Sylvester Stallone‘s Rocky Balboa trains Michael B. Jordan‘s Adonis Johnson Creed (son of Apollo) for a big fight. A few others have heard the same talk. So why isn’t Warner Bros. screening it more liberally (i.e., for people like myself)? Hubba-hubba, guys. It opens in two and a half weeks.

Just today Deadline‘s Mike Fleming, one of the few journalists who’s seen it, said that he “wouldn’t be surprised if Sly Stallone’s subtle performance gets him nominated.” There was also a line in Josh Rottenberg’s 10.30 L.A. Times profile of Stallone that said Stallone’s “quietly soulful performance in Creed already has some Oscar pundits considering him as a potential supporting actor nominee.”

Michael B. Jordan, Sylvester Stallone in Ryan Coogler’s Creed (Warner Bros., 11.25)

It’s understood that Creed is basically a good “audience movie.” Fleming called it “uplifting” and a movie that “dropped me right back into how I felt watching those first few [Rocky] films…[it] might rebirth a franchise.”

It sounds good enough to show at the currently unfolding AFI Fest, but it’s not on the slate. (There’s been talk about a possible sneak preview between now and the festival’s conclusion next Thursday night, and that the sneak could be Creed…but who knows?) You’d think that the buzz for the film + Stallone would have required the screening of a Creed trailer at yesterday’s Deadline Contenders event at the DGA and perhaps even a Stallone drop-by, but I’m told that didn’t happen either.

Leaving aside my vague feeling of depression after reading a LexG tweet saying that he liked Room better than Spotlight, mainly because Room made him cry and Spotlight didn’t, how did Spotlight play for the HE community? And how did the rooms feel as everyone was filing out? Translation: Apart from the usual X-factor responses from HE readers, how enlightened are paying audiences for admiring Spotlight as much as the Metacritic & Rotten Tomatoes gang, or (much-feared alternate scenario) do they not seem to be appreciating it as fully as they could/should? In which case I would have no choice to but characterize them (I’m sorry but is there another way to put this?) as…well, not so much rock stupid as devolved beyond hope.

The latest Gurus of Gold chart (dated 11.5) reflects the current reality as most of us are gauging it — Spotlight on top, The Martian second and Room in third place. Then it starts to get weird. Everyone knows Bridge of Spies is a decently made period drama that nobody is doing handstands over, not really, and yet it’s sitting in fourth place ahead of The Revenant and Joy? It’s best to wait for the final cut of David O. Russell‘s film but everyone knows for a fact (based on the most recent Revenant trailer) that Emmanuel Lubezki‘s visual delivery will blow everyone’s socks off so why play games? The worthy and well-liked Brooklyn is in seventh-place but — here’s the shocker — Steve Jobs, which has underperformed commercially and seen its stock decrease critically, is ahead of the ninth-place Carol? The latter understands the flotation of love — it’s a transporting, touchingly well-written capturing of a passionate affair in a fully immersive early ’50s milieu. People were over the moon about Carol in Cannes, and yet it can’t out-poll a movie that is understood by everyone to be something of a failure? During a Musso & Franks luncheon yesterday an older Academy guy asked me “why do you think Steve Jobs hasn’t broken through?” and I said “because it’s confining and repetitive, and because Michael Fassbender is too good at playing a dick?”

What’s the hoo-hah about Liam Neeson playing the principled FBI snitch who passed along good stuff to Washington Post reporter Bob Woodward in that parking garage? If anyone has the script please pass along because right now Peter Landesman‘s Felt, which will begin shooting next March, doesn’t sound like much. So we get to see Deep Throat‘s side of the story…big deal. What can this thing be if Landesman, who wrote the script, sticks to the facts? Sounds to me like an HBO movie, at best.

You and I know that the average idiot is going to want to see Neeson snarl and beat guys up and drive a Pontiac GTO at high speeds through downtown Washington, and that’s not in the cards this time.

Okay, so Mark Felt began to feel appalled at what he was learning about the mentality of the Nixon White House and the adventures of the Plumbers and how the FBI was missing or sidestepping too much of what was really going on, and so he decided to pass stuff along to Woodward, and then two or three years before he passed Felt confessed all in a book. And…? The better story was told 39 years by Alan Pakula, William Goldman, Robert Redford, Dustin Hoffman, Jason Robards and Gordon Willis.

Deadline‘s Mike Fleming has described Felt as a “taut spy thriller” that “chronicles the personal and professional life of the brilliant and uncompromising Felt” — my eyelids are starting to droop — “who risked and ultimately sacrificed everything — his family, his career, his freedom — in the name of justice.” That sounds to me like a load of hyperbole that some flunky or publicist tapped out during lunch hour.

I know I’m always the guy who says “hey, this actor is packing it on.” Like I did when Henry Cavill had an Ernest Borgnine thing going on at 2014 ComicCon or when Johnny Depp turned up in Toronto looking like Edward Binns in 12 Angry Men. Obviously this shit can get old, and so my instinct was to ignore the Brando-ish ballooning that has recently befallen poor Ben Affleck. I noticed it right away when he courteously said “hi” to Sasha Stone and myself when we dropped by the Savannah set of Live By Night. “Let it go and don’t be tedious,” I told myself. I mentioned it to Sasha and she said, “It’s probably because of that 1930s suit he was wearing…it makes him look a little heavier.” But then three days ago the Daily Mail ran some photos of Affleck in a T-shirt and sweats, and I’m sorry but it has to be faced. Forget the guy he physically was in Chasing Amy or in that Jack Ryan film with Morgan Freeman. Affleck right now is not even the guy he was in Gone Girl and or, to go by set photos, when he was filming Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice. I never thought I’d say this, but with Kevin Smith having dropped 85 pounds Affleck is…forget it. I’m done with this. Affleck, who is directing Live By Night, will simply have to shoot with a lot of shadows and wear clothes are a couple sizes too large.