A few days ago it was reported that Ben Affleck and Matt Damon‘s Artists Equity have acquired “Killing Gawker,” a Charles Randolph screenplay about Hulk Hogan‘s victorious legal battle against Gawker Media in 2016.
What I missed is the rumor that Affleck, 51, has been rumored to possibly play Hogan (who turns 71 in a few days) in the film. Affleck in Hogan makeup — snow white hair, Fun Manchu handlebar moustache, extremely muscled up? That would be fantastic, if true.
Kamala Harris got heckled last night in Detroit…consider those steely expressions. Her voice said “I am speaking now” but her eyes said “do not fuck with me, Gaza gang!”
I’ve had “words” from time to time with women working in certain official capacities (human resources, airport security, motor vehicle departments, hospitals) and when push came to shove they all gave me the Kamaglare, and it definitely made me feel challenged and off-balance and regretful.
You’ll never convince me that the famously rotund Jack Black, 54, wasn’t more or less playing himself in HighFidelity, School of Rock, TropicThunder and Bernie.
I’ve only chatted with him at parties and press junkets but he’s always struck me as an edgy, manic stoner type, suffused with eccentricity and snapdragon instincts. Black is politically liberal, of course, but has never sounded to me like a naive Pollyanna or a cuddly bunny.
Now he sounds like one. Black confided the other night that before Droolin’ Joe dropped out he always believed that American voters would “do the right thing” (i.e., not re-elect Trump).
That’s crazy, man. For months the writing on the wall clearly said that Joe was toast. There was nothing but gloom and resignation on the horizon, especially after the assassination attempt.
It depresses me to think that Black may have gone soft in the head.
Other than the guy playing GarrettMorris (played by LamorneMorris), I’m not seeing even slight physical resemblances between these cast members from JasonReitman’s SaturdayNight (Sony, 10.11) and any of the actual, original not-ready-for-prime-time players (John Belushi, Dan Aykroyd, Gilda Radner, Chevy Chase, Bill Murray, Jane Curtin, Laraine Newman, et. al.). Who’s the fair-haired guy supposed to be? Who’s the chick in the red vest playing? Who’s the older black dude in the left far rear?
…is that I’m having trouble remembering Josh Gad’s performance in Ed Zwick’s LoveandOtherDrugs (‘10), which I overpraised upon my initial viewing. The spark of my ardor was some kind of swoony fascination with Anne Hathaway.
Gad played the annoying younger brother of Jake Gyllenhaal’s pharmaceutical sales rep but nothing specific comes to mind. I’ve blocked it out.
Explanation: In the early Obama era the “f” word was actually allowed in mixed company. Now it’s regarded as a hate speech term. Even I, a proverbial free man in Paris, have abandoned it in favor of this or that substitute. Safer that way.
The 14-year-old commentthread is a real window into the past. In hindsight 2010 was almost a kind of Neverland. The woke virus hadn’t even been dreamt of…imagine.
The only possible way I would begin to even consider watching this pounding headache of a movie would be if Chris Nolan would agree to remix it so you can actuallyhearthedialogue. Which he would never do, of course, so let’s just forget the whole matter.
Since becoming a Fairfield County limo man I’ve been living an especially rushed and pressured life, and this kind of breathless routine sometimes results in going too quickly with the gut and not sufficiently settling in with this or that issue or person or whatever and listening to the music.
In the matter of yesterday morning’s initial response to Tim Walz, I went almost entirely on visual evidence (friendly but homely face, plumpish, mostly bald, horn-rimmed glasses, ghastly suit-and-tie choices) and physical similarities to Warren Buffett, Will Patton, Tim Kaine, Tom Arnold, etc.
In so doing I hadn’t really listened to Walz other than “Trump-Vance are weird,” and I certainly hadn’t listened to the kind of music playing in his head.
Well, I listened last night and I’ve changed my mind. Walz is obviously smart, scrappy, fearless…that deep, vigorous, slightly sandpaper-y voice is exciting and alive. And he seems to have shed a few pounds. Now, if he could only listen to a clothing and style designer with taste.
I also had an epiphany while driving around yesterday and listening to Walz sound clips and assessment pieces on the dreaded NPR, which really is progressive Soviet state ratio (woke Izvestia Pravda).
It hit me that I really like the vibe of this guy despite his being in league with the woke wackjobbers. That means something, methinks. It’s the man’s chemistry — his basic hum, energy field, life force — despite some of things he’s said (especially regarding trans issues) or is saying. He’s got something combustible going on inside. People like guys like Walz, and as a friend said yesterday, “he may be a home run.”
Governor TimWalz, announced this morning as Kamala’s vp, looks less like a balding, white-haired WillPatton (a thought I shared earlier) and more like (a) a chubby WarrenBuffett and (b) a clean-shaven SantaClaus.
43 years ago Conrad Dunn burned himself a hole in the screen legend fabric with this brief, extremely funny “Francis” bit in Stripes. This was his screen debut. Dunn was…what, in his mid to late 20s at the time? Most likely in his early 70s today. His acting credits stopped around 2012.