As much as I admire and enjoy the Jacob Burns Film Center — a truly first-rate, well-curated theatre for serious film buffs — I don’t like the 45 minute drive to Pleasantville, and that’s how long it takes from Wilton. A scenic journey for the most part, but those constantly swerving country roads plus the stressful Saw Mill River Parkway X 2 = 90 minutes plus a third of a tank of gas plus everything else.

I can always see the same films (and earlier) in Manhattan. The train is simpler and easier plus I can file stories as I go.

The Bedford Playhouse is only a half-hour drive, but the films are rarely choice and artified — they play the same popcorn fare that you can find at any multiplex.

As long as we’re acknowledging major anniversaries, Errol Morris‘s The Fog of War is now 20 years old. It won the Best Documentary Feature Oscar as well as the Spirit Award for Best Doc Feature. In my book it’s Morris’s best film, easily.

The Fog of War actually premiered on 5.21.03 (Cannes) but was screened in this country for the first time at the ’03 Telluride Film Festival.

I’m mentioning it because I’ve been thinking about great film scores, and for the last 20 years I’ve lietened over and over to Phillip Glass‘s original techno score. My favorite track, which arrives at the 1:08:13 mark on the YouTube soundtrack video, is titled “No Second Chance.”

Robert McNamara died on 7.6.09 at the age of 93.

With the Venice Film Festival’s Maestro premiere only two weeks away (9.2) and the overblown Schnozzgate finally starting to fade, I thought I’d drop this decades-old video of Leonard Bernstein speaking admiringly and, of course, knowledgably about the Beatles’ musical innovations.

Lenny focuses almost entirely on Revolver. 95% of then-current pop music was crap, he said, but 5% of it was sublime.

I wonder what Bernstein thought of the Left Banke‘s “Pretty Ballerina“?

Sex (especially great sex) can make strong men feel weaker or less driven, or at least persuade them to ease up to some degree. Among creative types post-coital drainage always slows your rivers down to a trickle. Okay, I don’t know how true this actually is, but it’s a well-established myth — i.e., “There goes another novel.”

From Jake Malooley’s “After Hours: The Oral History of a Cult Classic” — Air Mail, 8.22.23:

On Friday afternoon Jeff and Sasha faced the music…uhm, the issues of the moment. Bradley Cooper’s Leonard Bernstein schnozz. Rachel Zegler’s woke Snow White flick. The sad finances behind the “Blind Side” situation. “The Pot au Feu” (aka “The Taste of Things”) and other Telluride forecastings.

Again the link.

In the thread for yesterday’s “Speaking of Blind Sides,” Seasonal Aflac Disorder mentioned that the young Steven Spielberg was a film nerd “so you’d expect he’d be listening to film scores as a young man.”

To which I replied that I, too, was listening to film scores as a lad — Elmer Bernstein, Miklos Rosza, Maurice Jarre, Max Steiner, Franz Waxman. Bronislau Kaper, Dimitri Tiomkin, Bernard Herrmann, Hugo Friedhofer. Except I never bought a compilation album of Freidhofer’s best film music, and I dearly love his scores for One-Eyed Jacks, The Best Years of Our Lives, The Young Lions, Hondo, Vera Cruz, Soldier of Fortune, The Harder They Fall, The Sun Also Rises, An Affair to Remember, etc.

Two…no, three observations abut the bizarre persistence of the Bradley Cooper-Leonard Bernstein-Maestro nose thing, which really didn’t warrant much attention in the first place.

One, the Maestro makeup team obviously wanted to create a strong resemblance between Bradley Cooper and Leonard Berstein, which partly meant creating a correctly proportioned Bernstein prosthetic nose. They just wanted the resemblance factor to stand out in the right way, and that’s all — nothing more. I find it astonishing that anyone would ascribe any ulterior motives of any kind.

Two, it is beyond bizarre that the Maestro makeup team nonetheless got the nose wrong. It’s close to the Bernstein original but a bit too extreme — almost Pinocchio-like from side angles.

And three, what possessed Mark Harris to want to write such a long Slate piece (11 heavyweight paragraphs) about this kerfuffle?

Just a slight reminder about Disney’s woke-feminist Snow White (’24), which everyone hates thanks to Rachel Zegler‘s remarks about how profoundly tiresome the 1937 animated version was (who wants a sappy love story featuring a stalker Prince Charming?) and how the forthcoming version is about Snow White becoming a progressive leader of some sort (perhaps vaguely similar to 2012’s Snow White and the Huntsman)…just a slight reminder that this proto-feminist version was co-written by Greta Gerwig and Erin Cressida Wilson. in other words, a fairy-tale version of manosphere pissnado…right?