At a recent New York Film Festival Changeling press conference, director Clint Eastwood announced that he’s not on the team for Obama or McCain, despite a general understanding that he’s always been a right-of-center type of guy. Which he is, except in a Libertarian vein. (I’ve never felt negatively toward Libertarians — I’ve always respected where they’re coming from.)

Eastwood said that first political alignment, which happened in the early ’50s, was to become an “Eisenhower Republican.” Clint used the exact same term with me during a Bridges of Madison County phoner we did in ’95.

The two funniest things in this Fox News video report are (a) the white-haired wife in the rear pushing her husband’s hand down when the reporter says “who’s for McCain?” and (b) the sound of people in the room (mostly 65-plus) chortling when the reporter says the vote is generally split with a little bit of a lean for Obama.

Corrected: Given Thursday morning’s thumbs-up capsule review from a friend of Ridley Scott‘s Body of Lies, this slam review by Variety‘s Todd McCarthy came as a bit of a shock.
“Neither the location-based verisimilitude of Ridley Scott‘s shooting style nor the estimable Middle East expertise of source-material author David Ignatius can disguise Body of Lies as anything other than the contrived phony-baloney it is. Coming on like an inside account of CIA operations against jihad-minded terrorists, pic shows its true colors by featuring a shootout, chase or big explosion every 10 minutes or so, on its way to a climax so conventional it would have been at home in a 1940s Warner Bros. melodrama.”
I read McCarthy’s review on my iPhone while getting gas on the way up to Santa Barbara. I literally said “whoa” out loud while reading the first graph.
The Hollywood Reporter‘s Kirk Honeycutt came in positive, although I wondered what he really meant when he wrote that the film “may not be as much fun as old spy movies starring Cary Grant” — North by Northwest? — “or more recent entertainments such as Spy Game, directed by Ridley’s brother Tony, but it feels all too accurate.” Or this statement: “To be sure, the film retains familiar genre elements…but how the action-thriller crowd will react to such a disturbing environment is a tough call.”

Joe Biden won last night’s debate with a steadier presence and much more explicit and comprehensive explanations compared to what Sarah Palin had to say (although form-wise she handled herself half-decently). But he also made the strongest emotional impression with his story about taking care of two boys alone and essentially conveying his understanding of how life can hurt badly at times and what it’s like to struggle with a limited income. That was it, that was “the moment.”

“I last saw him a few months ago. He’d been in and out of the hospital. I knew what the deal was, and he knew what the deal was, and we didn’t talk about it. We talked about what was on our minds: the election, politics, what needed to be done. Ours was a relationship that didn’t need a lot of words.
“Mostly I’ll miss the fun we had. We played lots of pranks on each other. I used to race cars, and after he took this rare Porsche I owned for a drive, he began to get into racing. He had incredible reflexes, and he got really good, but he talked so much about it that I got sick of it.
“So I had a beaten-up Porsche shell delivered to his porch for his 50th birthday. He never said anything, but not long after, I found a crate of molten metal delivered to the living room of my (rented) house. It dented the floor. I then had it turned into a really ugly sculpture and dropped into his garden. To this day, neither one of us has ever mentioned it.” — Robert Redford on his long friendship with Paul Newman in the current Time.

I have to leave for a black-tie dinner party honoring Appaloosa director Ed Harris in Santa Barbara. Have to be there in time to watch the Biden-Palin debate at 6 pm. Debates are always hyped by the news media, and they almost always disappoint. Biden is going to try to play it genteel and deft; Palin obviously wants to appear a little more secure and knowledgable than she did with Katie Couric the other day. I don’t think much is going to happen. I would love to be wrong.

“We cannot expect one man to heal every wound, to solve every major crisis of policy. So much of the Presidency, as they say, is a matter of waking up in the morning and trying to drink from a fire hydrant. In the quiet of the Oval Office, the noise of immediate demands can be deafening. And yet Barack Obama has precisely the temperament to shut out the noise when necessary and concentrate on the essential.

“The election of Obama — a man of mixed ethnicity, at once comfortable in the world and utterly representative of twenty-first-century America — would, at a stroke, reverse our country’s image abroad and refresh its spirit at home. His ascendance to the Presidency would be a symbolic culmination of the civil- and voting-rights acts of the nineteen-sixties and the century-long struggles for equality that preceded them. It could not help but say something encouraging, even exhilarating, about the country, about its dedication to tolerance and inclusiveness, about its fidelity, after all, to the values it proclaims in its textbooks.
“At a moment of economic calamity, international perplexity, political failure, and battered morale, America needs both uplift and realism, both change and steadiness. It needs a leader temperamentally, intellectually, and emotionally attuned to the complexities of our troubled globe. That leader’s name is Barack Obama.” — from the New Yorker‘s editorial endorsement, dated 10.13.08 but out on stands today. As if New Yorker readers had to be persuaded.

The gist of John Horn‘s 10.2 L.A. Times piece about John Madden‘s Killshot, the release of which has been delayed “at least” five times by the Weinstein Co., is that it will finally come out in January 2009. After sitting around for three years. Why don’t they show it to guys like me, just to get a reaction and see what’s what?

Diane Lane, Thomas Jane in Killshot

The adaptation of Elmore Leonard‘s late ’80s novel stars Thomas Jane, Diane Lane, Mickey Rourke and Joseph Gordon Levitt. Apparently Harvey believes that the heat generated by Rourke’s highly touted performance in Darren Aronofsky‘s The Wrestler (Fox Searchlight, 12.19) will bestow a want-to-see factor.

If and when the proposed $700-billion bailout is approved by the House tomorrow, Hollywood will receive “tax breaks worth more than $470 million over the next decade for movie and TV producers that shoot in the U.S.,” L.A. Times reporter Richard Verrier wrote last night.
“That’s not a lot of money, given that the average studio movie costs $106.6 million to make and market, but it could keep some low-budget productions — and jobs — from going offshore.
“Hollywood has long sought measures to curb so-called runaway production, which it blames for causing thousands of job losses in Southern California as filmmakers have fled to Canada and other foreign countries that offer cost savings through tax breaks and other incentives.
“Specifically, the legislation would allow filmmakers who shoot in the U.S. to qualify for a tax deduction granted in 2004 to domestic manufacturers that capped the top tax rate at 32% instead of 35%. Additionally, the tax package lifts the budget cap on the existing tax deduction, which was limited to movies that cost less than $15 million to make — in effect excluding most studio films, which cost a lot more.”