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25 days ago the world-famous Tom Hanks, an industry A-lister for 35 years and a 65 year-old boomer looking to project an acceptance of the present, was quoted saying the following to the New York Times:

“Let’s address ‘could a straight man do what I did in Philadelphia now?’ No, and rightly so. The whole point of Philadelphia was don’t be afraid. One of the reasons people weren’t afraid of that movie is that I was playing a gay man. We’re beyond that now, and I don’t think people would accept the inauthenticity of a straight guy playing a gay guy. It’s not a crime, it’s not boohoo, that someone would say we are going to demand more of a movie in the modern realm of authenticity.”

Hanks’ Philadelphia character, Andy Beckett, a hotshot attorney working for a powerful Philly law firm, was professionally closeted but otherwise “out” as far as his family, nocturnal lifestyle and loft-sharing boyfriend (Antonio Banderas) were concerned. And if Jonathan Demme’s 1993 film were to be remade today, Andy would have to be played by a gay actor, Hanks seems to believe — no ifs, ands or buts. (He’d also have to be totally out, most likely.)

But what about Bradley Cooper playing Leonard Bernstein in the currently filming Maestro?

Bernstein was a gay man, and living a life not unlike Andy Beckett’s — publicly and professionally closeted, and accomodating himself to a “beard” marriage to Felicia Montealegre (whom he genuinely loved and with whom he had three kids) to further his career. But first, foremost and finally, in the words of Arthur Laurents, Bernstein was “a gay man who got married…he wasn’t conflicted about his sexual orientation at all…he was just gay.”

So if Andy Beckett was basically Leonard Bernstein and vice versa, will the authentic identity casting fascists be complaining next year that the apparently straight Cooper shouldn’t be playing the esteemed composer of West Side Story? Hanks has called this a settled issue — no more high-profile straight actors playing gay guys because “we’ve beyond that now” and the public is entitled to “demand more of a movie in the modern realm of authenticity.”

It is HE’s view, of course, that the “authentic identity casting fascists” are insane, and that gifted actors should be allowed to play anyone they want as long as they can pull it off, and that includes Hanks as Beckett, Hugh Grant as Maurice, Hillary Swank in Boys Don’t Cry, William Hurt as the gay inmate in Kiss of the Spider Woman, Heath Ledger as Ennis del Mar and even Laurence Olivier as “the Mahdi” in Khartoum and Orson Welles as Othello. But that’s me.

I’ve watched YouTube snippets of The Untouchables, the hit Desilu TV series that ran from ’59 through ’63. But I’ve never watched an actual episode. Partly because the lighting is so flat and the production design and general atmosphere seem so inauthentic, presumably due to the relatively low TV-series budget.

The first 25 minutes of the better funded Some Like It Hot (’59) looked and felt like old-time Chicago, or at least convinced you that it was a reasonable facsimile.

But The Untouchables used a signature image that everyone knew — a main-title drawing of a group of Chicago wise guys up to no good. It was seen at the start and close of each episode, and that image has always bothered me because of the alien-meets-carved-Pinocchio features of the second-from-the-left guy.

If he looked vaguely human there would be nothing to say, but he clearly doesn’t. Plus his hat is two or three sizes too large. Strange vibes.

It’s somewhere between a charcoal drawing and a wood carving with a conveyance of early 20th Century Ashcan impressionism (I’m reminded of George Bellows‘ “Stag at Sharkey’s“, and I especially love the lunging body language of the second-from-the-right guy) and yet none of the other six men are biologically or proportionately beyond the pale. You could call it “Six Gangsters Fleeing An Alien With An Oversized Hat.” I just needed to say that.

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These clips have been viewable on YouTube for years and years, but it’s so soothing and nourishing to just sit back and listen to the best of them…41 minutes of Marlon Brando recollections, one after another, etc. The video quality is mostly awful, and they’re not even the best I’ve seen or heard, and the guy who threw them together repeats a Karl Malden clip. But it’s still something. Especially the observations of Francis Coppola (starting around 17:00). My favorite is Chris Reeve‘s candid admission to David Letterman [31:55] that he “doesn’t worship at the altar of Marlon Brando [because] he doesn’t care anymore.”

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I never even saw the dystopian A Boy And His Dog (’75), the only film ever directed by the late L.Q. Jones. All my life I’ve associated Jones with his Wild Bunch character (“Y.C.”), a bounty hunter described by Robert Ryan‘s character as “egg-suckin’, chicken-stealin’ gutter trash.” Jones was an honored member of Sam Peckinpah‘s stock company (Ride the High Country, Major Dundee, The Wild Bunch, The Ballad of Cable Hogue, Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid). Jones began working as a character actor in the mid ’50s, and he kept at it until the mid aughts. He passed earlier today at age 94 — respect and condolences.

…with the ability willingness to not just tolerate but half-enjoy Thor: Love and Thunder, or you’re not. I was all set to hate-watch it last night, but I couldn’t do it….I couldn’t pull the trigger. That projected $135M to $145M weekend tally matters not. It mustn’t matter.

Tony Sirico‘s career peaked with his delicious Paulie Walnuts character in The Sopranos. Paulie’s feet were always firmly planted and he always came from a real place (there was no trouble believing that he could be malicious and predatory), but a good portion of the time he was funny.

Especially during the two calico cat scenes inside Satriale’s upstairs meeting room. And the entire brilliant Pine Barrens episode. And the scene when James Gandolfini‘s Tony discovered that Paulie had restored the painting of himself (dressed as an 18th Century general) and Pie-Oh-My, and hung it in his living room.

Sirico was a solid, reliable New York character actor (I enjoyed his banter in James Toback‘s The Big Bang) and a good guy off-screen, but Paulie made him a legend and vice versa.

Sirico has died at age 79.

Wiki excerpt regarding The Big Bang:

Eight days ago Award Watch‘s Erik Anderson posted a spitball list of 20 Best Picture nominees, listed in order of hunches or likelihood. Boldfaced HE indicates strong agreement on my part; non-boldfaced WHUT indicates uncertainty, skepticism, halfhearted agreement and/or no comment; no reaction at all means no fucking reaction at all.

I will post my own roster of preferential likelies sometime tomorrow morning. Right now I’m figuring the four hottest contenders are Killers of the Flower Moon, Bardo, Babylon and Avatar: The Way of Water. Please respond in some way, shape or form to the current whatever-this-is.

1. The Fabelmans (Universal Pictures) / HE
2. Killers of the Flower Moon (Apple Original Films) / HE
3. Babylon (Paramount Pictures) / HE
4. Bardo, A False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths (Netflix) / HE
5. Everything Everywhere All at Once (A24) / WHUT
6. Avatar: The Way of Water (20th Century Studios) / HE
7. Women Talking (MGM/UAR) / WHUT
8. The Son (Sony Pictures Classics) / HE
9. The Whale (A24) / WHUT
10. Empire of Light (Searchlight Pictures) / WHUT

11. TÁR (Focus Features) / HE
12. Thirteen Lives (Amazon Studios/MGM/UAR)
13. Broker (NEON)
14. The Banshees of Inisherin (Searchlight Pictures)
15. Elvis (Warner Bros)
16. She Said (Universal Pictures) / HE
17. White Noise (Netflix) / HE
18. Napoleon (Apple Original Films) / HE
19. Triangle of Sadness (NEON)
20. Shirley (Netflix)

The European community is very liberal about abortion laws. 95% of European women of breeding age “live in countries which allow abortion on demand” (the exceptions being Malta, Vatican City, Liechtenstein, Andorra, and Poland). But — but! — the vast majority of European nations aren’t supportive of abortions beyond the first trimester, or roughly 12 to 14 weeks. The only nations that allow abortions beyond 14 weeks are England/Scotland/Wales and the Netherlands, or so I’m gathering.

The legal dispute that led to the overturning of Roe v. Wade, which held that women have a constitutional right to abort their fetuses up until viability (or the 23rd or 24th week), was called Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization. It was/is a Mississippi law that prohibits nearly all abortions after 15 weeks of pregnancy. The recent Supreme Court abortion ruling stated that a women’s right to choose an abortion up until viability was not constitutionally guaranteed, but in holding with Mississippi seemed to state that 15 weeks, not 23 or 24 weeks, was the cutoff, which fell in line with most liberal European nations.

Caitlin Wells disputes:

Would it kill Japanese journalists to indulge in a little thoughtful speculation about the possible motive of Shinzo Abe’s assassin?

All I’ve read so far is that the shooter is in his early 40s, and that “local Japanese police said the handmade gun used in the shooting was more than a foot long and eight inches in height. They also said they seized several handmade guns in a search of the suspect’s home.” The handmade gun angle alone suggests a deranged killer, I realize, but is that all?

Critical Drinker to actor-podcaster Clifton Duncan (6.26.22): “The original Star Trek series, from back in the ’60s…a lot of the writers had served in the military in WWII or Vietnam…giving them all kinds of experience…how chain of command works and how [soldiers] relate to each other in high-pressure situations, and also [they were different] in terms of general maturity about life. But when you look at it now, the people who are writin’ it, the worst hardship they ever had is that someone got their Starbucks order wrong or someone misgendered them on Twitter. That’s not comparable…they don’t have that same well of experience to draw on, and it shows.”

I’m not familiar with Duncan’s acting history (The Good Fight, Scrooge: A Christmas Carol with a Twist, Bluff City Law, NCIS: New Orleans) but he’s a smart, smooth-spoken interviewer, and his discussion with the Scottish CD (aka Will Jordan) definitely gets into the myopic, identity-driven, woke-terrorized nature of screenwriting these days…the climate is too nice, too safe, too sanitized.

YouTube commenter Konstantin Dahlin: “The people in the industry only virtue signal to the people around them. The people they fear. They do not dare step out of line because that can mean losing their jobs. This is a self-sustained ideology where you can have a room with 10 people and none of them is woke, and yet everyone will behave and talk as if they’re woke because they are afraid that some of them, or all, might be. Its a radical ideology that is self-sustained and based on fear. No one except authoritarian types and people with head issues [are cool with] this. Most people are normal, and normal people don’t like radical wokeness.”