An allegedly riveting period crime flick, Cedric Jimenez‘s The Connection (Drafthouse, 5.12) seems to be exactly what the doctor ordered for the March-April doldrums. If it were opening this weekend I’d bolt right out of the house. Naturally Drafthouse has decided to release it in mid May. Of course!

Stretching from ’75 to ’81, the French-produced drama “pits Jean Dujardin and Gilles Lellouche against each other as a real-life Marseille judge and an elusive kingpin, distilling actual events into a procedural epic whose complicated narrative is propelled by visceral action sequences and an unusually thrilling soundtrack,” wrote Hollywood Reporter critic John DeFore.

Over the last day or so I’ve been scratching my head over more bad information on the Great Innocents Mumps Mystery, but after calling and sifting around for a couple of hours an answer came along that seemed to finally make sense. I’m frankly getting sick of this story so I’m just going to cut to the chase. Problems with Bausch & Lomb CinemaScope lenses during the ’50s were the cause of the syndrome called the CinemaScope mumps, which made images (particularly faces) in the 2.35:1 image look wider or fatter than they naturally were. It turns out there were three kinds of B & L CinemaScope lenses between ’53 and the early ’60s. The very early kind, which delivered serious mump distortion, was used on The Robe, How to Marry a Millionaire and Beyond The Three Mile Reef. Then another lens was developed and used during the mid to late ’50s, one which lessened or modified the mumps without making them disappear. And then came the third kind of Bausch & Lomb CinemaScope lens, which was known as the E-series or blue lens as the housing was colored blue as opposed to grey with the earlier versions. The E-series went a long way to correcting the mumps altogether, and The Innocents dp FreddIe Francis used the E-series lens during most of the shooting, hence the absence of mumps in that film. It’s all explained on a certain page within American Widescreen Museum. And that’s it. I won’t be touching this topic again.

The E series or blue lens used, apparently on a preferential basis, by dp Freddie Francis on filming of The Innocents.

Deadline is reporting that Steven Spielberg‘s next film will be an adaptation of Roald Dahl‘s “The BFG“, a 33 year-old kids novel about a little girl, the Queen of England and a benevolent giant on a mission to “capture the evil, man-eating giants who have been invading the human world.” Walden Media will co-finance and co-produce with DreamWorks Studios. A project like this, frankly, is a lot more on Spielberg’s level than the announced adaptation of Linsey Addario‘s “It’s What I Do: A Photographer’s Life of Love and War.” Every so often he’ll shoot a high-toned history drama or a jolting action piece but his default instincts always take him back to movies for folks who want to have a good time — i.e., projects like The BFG or the announced re-boot of the Indiana Jones franchise with Chris Pratt as Indiana Jones. This is who Beardo is and what he does so let’s not have any more discussions about his artfulness. He’s an entertainer. Thank you.

I’m sorry but if you crash-land your private plane on a golf course and then you walk away with “blood all over” your face, as Harrison Ford did about 100 minutes ago, you’ve definitely banged yourself up — no question about that. But it seems alarmist to call Ford’s injuries “critical,” as Variety did a half-hour ago. One of the sentences in Alex Stedman’s story reads as follows: “Ford was transferred to a local hospital in critical condition with head injuries.” To be in critical condition Ford would have to be…what, semi-conscious and carried off the course on a stretcher by paramedics, right? His heartbeat would have to be weak or erratic and he’d have to be hovering between life and death. A real man wouldn’t say all falsetto and flutter-voiced, “Oh my God, I’m in critical condition! Help me!” A real man, as Ford obviously is, walks away from the plane like a tobacco-free Marlboro Man and then turns around as he dabs blood from his forehead and goes, “Well…that happened!” For sure Ford will have bruises and may be feeling a little bit dizzy later on, but this is nothing. Water off a duck’s ass.  Update: Variety is now reporting Ford is in “fair to moderate” condition.

A day or so ago Welcome to New York director Abel Ferrara pledged to call me around noon today so we could discuss the mild hoo-hah about the unrated vs. R-rated versions of his film, which originally screened at last May’s Cannes Film festival. (IFC Sundance Selects will make the R-rated version available for public consumption starting on March blank.) For whatever cavalier reason Ferrara didn’t call me today (thanks!), but Indiewire‘s Eric Kohn has spoken to both Ferrara as well as Wild Bunch honcho Vincent Maraval, and has combined their quotes in a piece posted a few hours ago.

Excerpt #1: “Maraval said when he approached Ferrara about delivering an R-rated cut of Welcome to New York, “his response was somewhere between ‘fuck them’ and ‘mmmrrrmmr.” After a shorter cut that mainly slimmed down the orgy scene was prepared, Ferrara refused [to sign off]. ‘The R-rated version has existed for eight months,” Maraval says. “[It] has been released all over the world by distributors to whom we gave the choice between two versions, and all unanimously preferred the shorter version not only for commercial reasons but because they found it much better.”

It was a standard part of the 70mm, reserved-seat, roadshow engagement experience of the ’50s and ’60s to play an overture before the film began. When the film went into wide release on 35mm prints the overture was often (typically?) dropped. But some films used another kind of musical prelude, a kind of mini-overture that was included on all prints, even wide-distribution versions. Here’s one example on Criterion’s Bluray of The Innocents. (Sorry for the imperfect framing.) I remember attending a commercial screening of William Friedkin‘s Sorcerer in ’77 that included a Tangerine Dream mini-overture, but for some reason this wasn’t include in the restored Bluray. Michael Bay used a mini-overture for the very beginning of Pearl Harbor. Hans Zimmer‘s theme played for maybe 8 or 10 seconds on a black screen before the film began. I asked Bay about this during a Honolulu press conference in early May 2001, and he said he was proud of it but had to fight for it.

Universal announced today that fans, suckers and the idly curious have dropped over $500 million worldwide on tickets for Sam Taylor Wood‘s Fifty Shades of Grey. Think about that. This almost certinly means that the “us too!” crowd will be cranking out erotically titillating films for at least the next two or three years. Variety‘s Brent Lang has reminded that more than $350 million of the film’s box-office total comes from foreign markets, and that “while the film opened to record-breaking numbers domestically, it faded fast.” Perhaps because it’s basically a film about “cyborg power sex — sterile, bloodless and wealth-porny,” as I remarked on 2.10.15. The only interesting, dead-on comment on this site came from LexG.

Yesterday afternoon I once again took the DMV motorcycle operator written test, and once again I failed it. Four or five wrong out of twelve questions. My fifth failure since last fall. To say I felt exasperated and deflated doesn’t begin to describe it. I was only a couple of emotional steps away from weeping on the curbside. But it’s not me, dammit — it’s their deviously worded questions. I’m stopping all Hollywood Elsewhere duties at 2:30 pm today to sit down and study the evil pamphlet again and then drive down and take the quiz again. If those malicious DMV people would simply allow learning-disabled persons like myself to view 15 or 20 sample questions online I’d memorize the answers and we could all go home. There are sample questions available at a DMV.org cheat-sheet site but apparently they aren’t from the actual tests.

Any man of spirit understands that drunkenness and debauchery can be joyful in your 20s and 30s, but making a habit of it can be tiresome all around. And God forbid you’re behind any kind of wheel. But oh, the stories! I’m guessing that the late Peter O’Toole‘s visit to Late Night with David Letterman was part of his Venus promotional tour, or sometime in late ’06. Gravestone epitaph (originally from Sycamore Cleaners): “It distresses us to return work which is not perfect.” The camel bit (after the jump) is included, of course, because of the Heineken. Essential viewing.

Two days ago I posted a riff about how the 3.27 opening of Abel Ferrara‘s Welcome To New York feels a little too late in the cycle. The next day I was informed that the version that IFC/Sundance Selects is releasing theatrically is R-rated and therefore tamer than what was shown in Cannes last May and subsequently on European VOD. The R-rated cut was apparently prepared for Showtime as part of a pay-cable sale and then IFC decided to use it for the theatrical release as well, despite Ferrara’s vehement objections. I got in touch with Ferrara yesterday and he’s agreed to speak with me about it tomorrow. Honestly? If the difference between the R-rated cut and the 2014 Cannes cut largely consists of images of the unclothed Gerard Depardieu, I might be okay with the R version. Update: I guess I’ll just buy the British Bluray (released last October) that contains both versions.

Universal is looking to make money off the 30th anniversary of John Hughes‘ The Breakfast Club. Who cares about seeing a restored version of this mildly okay, far-from-earthshaking detention hall character piece? Those who were in their late teens or early 20s when it popped in ’85, one presumes. Which costar has had the most engaged or interesting or productive career? Emilio Estevez, right? Followed by Anthony Michael Hall, who’s done fairly well as a character actor. Ally Sheedy, Judd Nelson, Molly Ringwald have hung in there in various modest ways. Every generation enjoys a blaze of glory kickoff in their early to mid 20s, and then the real-life challenges kick in and we all get to see what the players are made of.