Joseph Kosinski, Tom Cruise and Jerry Bruckheimer‘s Top Gun: Maverick (Paramount, 5.27) opens two months hence, and will have its first big screening in Cannes on Wednesday, 5.18. I have nothing more to say.
Joseph Kosinski, Tom Cruise and Jerry Bruckheimer‘s Top Gun: Maverick (Paramount, 5.27) opens two months hence, and will have its first big screening in Cannes on Wednesday, 5.18. I have nothing more to say.
So that’s a firm ixnay on Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu‘s Bardo (or False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths) debuting in Cannes a few weeks hence. Look for the premiere, instead, at Venice and Telluride. The Spanish-language comedy stars Daniel Giménez Cacho as a Mexican journalist; Griselda Siciliani costars.
I’m aware that Zero Fucks Given was the title of a Kevin Hart/Netflix concert film, but it’s still a great title for a French narrative drama about an airline stewardess (Adele Exarchopoulos) living an arid, moment-to-moment, divorced-from-deep-feeling life. The French title is Rien à foutre. I’ll be watching it this evening. Co-directed and partially co-written by Julie Lecoustre and Emmanuel Marre; Mariette Desert shares the co-wriing credit.
Here’s a 7.13.21 Hollywood Reporter review by Jordan Mintzer.
Bill Maher’s TMZ interview about the Will Smith-Chris Rock thing is worth it for the Jackie Kennedy analogy. 48 hours after her husband’s head exploded during a Dallas motorcade, the former First Lady showed class and grace during the funeral observances. 1.5 seconds after he was slapped upside the head by Will Smith, Chris Rock showed class and grace by keeping his cool and basically saying “okay, that happened, amazing television, let’s move on.”
Russia’s deputy defense minister says Moscow has decided to “fundamentally cut back military activity in the direction of Kyiv and Chernigiv” in order to “increase mutual trust for future negotiations to agree and sign a peace deal with Ukraine.” pic.twitter.com/2qDYOzAzDp
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I guess I’m sorta kinda wondering why Humphrey Bogart, Clark Gable, Gary Cooper, Cary Grant, John Wayne, James Cagney…why did we never hear about these guys occasionally bitch-slapping each other during the Oscar ceremonies of the ‘30s, ‘40s and ‘50s?
Probably because their testosterone levels were too low, I’m guessing. They resultantly lacked sufficient manliness — unlike Will Smith, they simply didn’t have the nerve to occasionally throw down and “straighten” each other out.
I first noticed Ted Knight’s wordless cameo in Psycho maybe…40 years ago? He played State Trooper guarding the windowless room that Norman Bates was being held in.
I know, I know…”who’s Ted Knight”?
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