Keep your head down, accept the Marvel gay-washing, go along with it. Why fight it?

And because Donald Trump, reprehensible scumbag that he is, isn’t pushing the woke femmebot / Kamalot/ LGBTQ narrative, which is that “young straight guys need to shut up and stay on the margins or, you know, sit in the back of the bus…no offense.”

HE to Hightower: Mike Nichols was a sharp, witty, obviously gifted director. A bit of a snob, perhaps, but the man who helped create that brief Santa Barbara gas station scene was obviously not driven by a “mean” mindset or social callousness.

That guy who played the gas-station attendant was directed in just the right way. A genius-level cameo if I ever saw one. “Do ya need any gas, father?”

Mr. Hightower knows full well that most upper middle class teens and twentysomethings lived in their own membranes in the ‘60s and ‘70s. Kids who hail from relative comfort and affluence have always thought and lived this way. Benjamin Braddock and Tom Cruise’s Joel Goodson are two peas in a pod.

Mr. Hightower also knows that if The Graduate had focused more on caring and social activism or if Ben had mentioned an interest in civil rights or a Bob Dylan song or getting stoned or the Vietnam War the film would have been saddled with dated views and attitudes, and would mean a lot less to 21st Century viewers.

I obviously don’t mean Anne Bancroft Jr. but, you know, present-tense film buffs with at least a faint awareness of what happened in movies starting in the mid to late ‘60s until the early ‘80s tits-and-zits genre. Cinema fans who might have at least glanced at a review of Mark Harris’s “Pictures at a Revolution.”

The Graduate wasn’t just a smart, popular social satire that popped in late ‘67. It tapped into a tsunami of generation–gap feelings (plastics vs. rebellion, rebirth vs. tired cynicism) and constituted as much of a social earthquake flick as Easy Rider or Jaws or Star Wars or any other landmark social zeitgeist film from the last half-century or so.

It’s one thing for yesterday’s Zoomer girl (aka “Anne Bancroft, Jr.”) to have never sat down and watched The Graduate but to have never even fecking heard of it? C’mon, man. We’re all obliged to have at least a passing acquaintance with how things were in our grandparents’ heyday. When I was 15 I had at least heard of D.W. Griffith and Buster Keaton and The Shiek and Theda Bara and the 1926 death of Rudolph Valentino and King Vidor’s The Big Parade, etc.

There is no wokeness in The Graduate, granted. It’s basically about a young guy coming to find his own path and values instead of performing for his parents and satisfying their expectations.

Every generation goes through this.

If there’s a perception problem among Zoomer and Millennial women it’s that Katharine Ross’s Elaine seems, by today’s standards, to be a little bit of a hip kewpie doll or even a college-educated airhead. A daughter of wealth and privilege, she doesn’t seem to examine things all that deeply. She seems way too casual-minded about getting married to this or that guy.

But before feminism came along in the late ‘60s and ‘70s Elaine represented a fairly common mindset among younger, middle-class women.

I fell into a yeah-whatever, low-energy chat with a couple of Zoomer women (early to mid 20s) earlier today. We mainly discussed 2024 NYFF flicks vs. recent Cannes and Telluride headliners.

One of them resembled the young Anne Bancroft, except her hair was longish (close to the length of Bancroft’s Mrs. Robinson) and blonde instead of gray-streaked. She didn’t have Bancroft’s Bronx accent but kind of a tough-but-bruised Italian-girl vibe. I was struck by her penetrating, drill-bit eyes and a slightly arched Bancroft-y nose. She wasn’t a dead ringer for Mel Brooks’ wife of 41 years, but the resemblance was certainly there.

I wasn’t going to say anything but then I blurted it out. Does she get the Bancroft resemblance thing now and then?

She didn’t know who Bancroft was. She’d never heard the name. I mentioned The Graduate, and she’d never heard of that either. Her friend chimed in — “Wait, I know The Graduate…I think.” I recited the basic plot — college grad falls into a lackluster affair with wife of his father’s business partner, and then falls seriously in love with their college-aged daughter.

“So you’re kind of a movie buff, buying film festival tickets ,” I started to say.

“I’m a fake movie person,” she replied.

“Okay but you should probably watch The Graduate some day…you’ll see what I mean.”

“Thanks for telling me,” she said.

I asked them both if they’re planning to see the Bob Dylan movie with Timothee Chalamet. They hadn’t heard of A Complete Unknown but know who Chalamet is and had possibly heard of Dylan, but I didn’t want to grill them.

I’d overheard Bancroft Jr. mentioning Lady Gaga to her friend, so I asked if she was looking forward to Joker: Folie a Deux. She hadn’t heard of it.

It’s one thing if a 20something who’s vaguely into movies hasn’t seen The Graduate, but to have never even heard of it?

I fell into a yeah-whatever, low-energy chat with a couple of Zoomer women (early to mid 20s) earlier today. We mainly discussed 2024 NYFF flicks vs. recent Cannes and Telluride headliners.

One of them resembled the young Anne Bancroft, except her hair was longish (close to the length of Bancroft’s Mrs. Robinson) and blonde instead of gray-streaked. She didn’t have Bancroft’s Bronx accent but kind of a tough-but-bruised Italian-girl vibe. I was struck by her penetrating, drill-bit eyes and a slightly arched Bancroft-y nose. She wasn’t a dead ringer for Mel Brooks’ wife of 41 years, but the resemblance was certainly there.

I wasn’t going to say anything but then I blurted it out. Does she get the Bancroft resemblance thing now and then?

She didn’t know who Bancroft was. She’d never heard the name. I mentioned The Graduate, and she’d never heard of that either. Her friend chimed in — “Wait, I know The Graduate…I think.” I recited the basic plot — college grad falls into a lackluster affair with wife of his father’s business partner, and then falls seriously in love with their college-aged daughter.

“So you’re kind of a movie buff, buying film festival tickets,” I started to say.

“I’m a fake movie person,” she replied.

“Okay but you should probably watch The Graduate some day…you’ll see what I mean.”

“Thanks for telling me,” she said.

I asked them both if they’re planning to see the Bob Dylan movie with Timothee Chalamet. They hadn’t heard of A Complete Unknown but know who Chalamet is and had possibly heard of Dylan, but I didn’t want to grill them.

I’d overheard Bancroft Jr. mentioning Lady Gaga to her friend, so I asked if she was looking forward to Joker: Folie a Deux. She hadn’t heard of it.

It’s one thing if a 20something who’s vaguely into movies hasn’t seen The Graduate, but to have never even heard of it?

That’s all you had to say, man…that’s all you had to say.

But not so much the shorts and especially the greenish-gray whitesides…no offense. This is a New York Film Festival ticket-buying line for Average Joes.

One of HE’s all-time favorite Manhattan greasy-spoon, mid-20th-Century diners.

The Order (Vertical, 12.6) is a completely decent, top-tier, action-propelled historical crime drama (set in the early ‘80s) about some FBI guys (led by Jude Law, Tye Sheridan and Jurnee Smollett) looking to bust a thieving white supremacist group called The Order, led by the real-life Robert Matthews (Nicholas Hoult).

The Order was behind the 1984 murder of Denver-based talk-show host Alan Berg. A character based on Berg was played by Eric Bogosian in Oliver Stone’s Talk Radio (‘88).

An HE friendo has called The Order an example of good, sturdy, “old-school” filmmaking.

HE response: “How exactly is it ‘old school’? What would be the ‘new school’ way of telling this story? Dialogue, character, action, milieu, atmosphere…what’s old school about it?”

Friendo: “Not flashy or heavily stylized, absence of hip virus.”

It won’t open theatrically for another two and a half months. Vertical will be streaming it very quickly afterwards (i.e., mid-December).

I was mildly surprised by my positive reaction to The Order, given that Justin Kurzel, whose films I’ve disliked for years on end, is the director. Before last night I’d come to believe that if Kurzel was directing, the film is almost certainly irksome or annoying or even unwatchable on some level.

I own a beautiful-looking Bluray of No Country For Old Men (‘07), and right now I’m watching this Joel and Ethan Coen classic via HD streaming and it looks just as good as the Bluray.

Just as good as it looked, in fact, on that big brilliant screen inside the Salle Debussy in Cannes…17 and 1/3 years ago.

All to say it’s highly unlikely that Criterion’s forthcoming 4K Bluray version will deliver any kind of pulse-quickening bump in visual values, certainly not the kind that might prompt you to sit down at a motel-room desk and write home about.