From a 7.14.21 heyuguys review of Valdimar Jóhannsson‘s supernatural Lamb, by Joan Titmarsh:

“A childless couple living on a sheep farm, Maria (Noomi Rapace) and Ingvar (Himir Snær Guðnason), deliver a lamb that they decide to take into their home and raise as their own child.

“When Maria performs a terrible act in order to protect her ersatz motherhood, it is clear that she has stirred up the wrath of something ancient, and in her taking the lamb from its mother there is something from the natural == or supernatural — world that will come to seek retribution. Rather than the humans signalling this, it is the animals, most notably the trusty sheepdog, who pick up on the looming danger.

“This is an intelligent and hugely entertaining film that quietly creates a bucolic horror and has much of the ancient fairy tale about it. It deals with important questions such as motherhood, family and happiness, as well as the lengths people will go to when they see any of those things slipping from their grasp. It is a film about grief, but it is full of fun. It joins Rams in that hallowed pantheon of Icelandic films about sheep, a genre that is rapidly turning out to be one of my favorites.”

HE confession: I didn’t care for Rams at all. I felt stuck on that damp farm with those bearded brothers and all that wool, and the smell of it.

Example: Terminator: Dark Fate. A dreaded Mandy McFly in a gender-swapped Back to the Future…”do not ruin Back to the Future!” A male version of Heathers or Mean Girls, Jennifer’s Body, etc.

“If Hollywood just leaned a little bit more into originality…a little bit more.” — Film Threat‘s Chris Gore.

“Some have constructed a counter-narrative to discredit this process on the grounds that we didn’t launch a similar investigation into the urban riots and looting that occured last summer [following the death of George Floyd]. I was called on to serve during the summer riots as an air national guardsman. I condemn the riots and destruction of property that resulted. But not once [during those disturbances] did I ever feel that the future of self-governance was threatened like I did on January 6th. There is a difference between breaking the law and rejecting the rule of law.” — Rep. Adam Kinzinger, speaking this morning during committee hearings on the 1.6 Capitol assault.

Comment #1: Kinzinger is a decent, thoughtful, principled human being who has no future in the sociopathic bumblefuck cult that calls itself the Republican party.

Comment #2: There were some suppressed tears this morning during testimony from the security guys. Kinzinger also let go with a few. There’s no question in my mind that vivid recollections of the pain and trauma of January 6th fueled this morning’s emotion, but the sniffles are one more reason why Kinzinger has no future as a Republican. Rightwing males don’t relate to politial PDE**. Just saying.

Comment #3: Having observed rioting, looting and the burning of a building during one of the Floyd disturbances in West Hollywood, I can testify first-hand that a lot of people helped themselves to free footwear that day.

“…and then something happens.”

My first impression is that Paul Schrader‘s The Card Counter (Focus Features, 9.10) is almost certainly going to prove a better (punchier, more interesting) poker movie than The Cincinnati Kid. How it stands up to Rounders…we’ll see. Obviously the return of a familiar Schrader archetype — God’s lonely man. “Hello, old friend…it’s really good to see you once again.”

Tattoo: “I trust my life to providence…I trust my soul to grace.”

Forwarded last night by Stuart Cohen, this slightly enhanced color snap of Michael Rennie during the filming of The Day The Earth Stood Still (‘51) is, according to Cohen, from a LIFE magazine shoot. The shamrock-green outfit (notice the slight sparkle effect) seems intense, but color flash photography had that effect. Plus the car Rennie was standing next to and the parking lot in which this and other cars were parked and the warm dusk-hour lighting (the area appears remote and undeveloped) seem natural enough.

There’s something odd about this kid. That strangely mature-seeming face. He looks like a 27 year-old shrunk down to the size of an eight-year-old. I’m not “odd”-shaming him — he grew into a sane and sensible performer who went on to fame and fortune — but you have to admit he had a peculiar tyke vibe.

Danny Trejo‘s “My Life of Crime, Redemption, and Hollywood” became an immediate best-seller when it was published on 7.6. It’s currently 11th or 12th on the N.Y. Times list, and was at #3 for a short while. I gave some thought myself to buying the Kindle edition. I’ve always liked Trejo, and I still maintain that his best performance is in Michael Mann‘s Heat (’95)l

I’m presuming that the people who’ve bought the book are mainly Trejo fans…proles who personally relate to his hard-knocks saga and are sold on him as a real-deal sort of guy who’s led a rugged, dangerous life (especially during his tweener and teen years) but managed to save himself and gradually grew into a better person.

A week or so ago I read Lewis Beale‘s Daily Beast profile of Trejo and the book (“Is Danny Trejo the Most Lovably Terrifying Actor Ever?“).

We all understand that most many actors aren’t necessarily gifted at writing, and that whenever they “author” a book it’s usually been tweaked and edited by a professional. In this case the co-author is actor Donal Logue, a longtime friend of Trejo’s.

In a chat with Beale, Logue reveals that Trejo didn’t sit down and try to write anything — not even a half-assed rough draft. He just spoke with Logue extensively, and then Logue did the heavy lifting…hah!

Beale: “The book itself actually got rolling thanks to Logue, whose literary agent suggested Trejo do a work about his life. So Logue wrote a proposal, and then spent two years interviewing his buddy and whipping the project into shape.

“‘He’s the most articulate guy I ever met,’ says Logue, ‘and he pretty much laid out the structure of the story. He has no problem speaking or being quoted, but packaging it, putting some structure to it, fell on my lap.'”

Logue and Trejo first met 22 years ago (i.e., 1999) at an AA meeting. At the time both were acting in Reindeer Games, the Ben Affleck-Charlize Theron film.

Having read the book, Beale offers a criticism about Trejo’s over-reliance on “recovery speak” — the presence of lines like “the magic of forgiveness is so profound, and it starts with us forgiving ourselves.”

Utterances of this sort “are scattered throughout the book,” Beale notes. “You can imagine thoughts like this being articulated at every AA meeting, but their greeting card sincerity can be a bit off-putting.”

Nobody is more excited by color snaps of actors working on legendary black-and-white films than myself. Unfortunately there are very few of them. I’ve posted choice color shots from Some Like It Hot and Dr. Strangelove. In early ’15 I found some cruddy-looking shots from the set of On The Waterfront, taken from the documentary Listen To Me, Marlon.

This morning Larry Karaszewski posted a few color images from the set of Peter Bogdanovich‘s Paper Moon (’73), which was shot in Kansas during the summer of ’72. The images came from Stephen Rebello, Larry reports. The only really good one is a magic-hour closeup of Tatum O’Neal.

Ryan O’Neal‘s precocious daughter was eight during filming; she’s currently two and 1/3 years away from the big six-oh.

In the matter of parent-child films Hollywood tends to cast actors who either (a) vaguely resemble each other at best, or (b) don’t resemble each other at all. In this respect Paper Moon was quite the rarity.

At age 88, Ellen Burstyn has been a combination class act and locomotive for over a half-century (and over 60 years if you count her TV work). She shifted into a big-time film career after her performance in Peter Bogdanovich‘s The Last Picture Show, which will celebrate its 50th anniversary on 10.22.21, and she’s managed to star or costar in mostly cool, tasteful, adult-angled dramas (Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, Resurrection, Requiem for a Dream, W., Pieces of a Woman) over the succeeding decades.

And now, God help her, Burstyn has been sucked into costarring in David Gordon Green‘s $400 million Exorcist trilogy.

Not because she’s even vaguely interested in revisiting the character of Chris MacNeil, the Hollywood actress whose daughter turned into a demon in William Friedkin‘s The Exorcist (’73), but because she can’t turn down the huge paycheck. She has to take this gig in the same way that Lionel Barrymore had to allow Edward G. Robinson and his gangster goons to stay in his Key Largo hotel — he couldn’t say no to the money.

Key passage from Brooks Barnes’ 7.26 N.Y. Times story about Universal + Peacock spending over $400 million for three new Exorcist films from director David Gordon Green (“Hollywood Head Spinner: Universal Spends Big for New Exorcist Trilogy“):

“Universal is not remaking The Exorcist, which was directed by Friedkin from a screenplay that William Peter Blatty adapted from his own novel. But the studio will, for the first time, return the Oscar-winning Ms. Burstyn to the franchise. (Two forgettable Exorcist sequels and a prequel were made without her between 1977 and 2004.) Joining her will be Leslie Odom Jr., a Tony winner for Hamilton on Broadway and a double Oscar nominee for One Night in Miami. He will play the father of a possessed child. Desperate for help, he tracks down Ms. Burstyn’s character.”

Odom: “Excuse me…are you Chris MacNeil? My God, it’s you! How are you? Are you good? I’m asking because my daughter’s been possessed by Pazuzu and I’m wondering if you’re up for kicking that demon’s ass like you did back in the early ’70s.”
MacNeil: “I’m fine, thanks, but I didn’t do anything. I persuaded a Jesuit priest named Damien Karras to exorcise the demon, and he asked an older priest, Father Merrin, to help him. I didn’t do a thing. All I did was scream and weep and plead for help.”
Odom: “Yeah but you know all about demons and shit, right? You know how to deal with the moving beds and green vomit and all that. You’re experienced.”
MacNeil: “I don’t know anything. I just went through a horrible ordeal a half-century ago, and now I’m almost 90. Find your own exorcist.”
Odom: “But I need your help.”
MacNeil: “What’s wrong with you? Look at me…what am I gonna do?”

Except for Ridley Scott‘s non-competitive The Last Duel, most of the headliners for the 78th Venice Film Festival (9.1 thru 9.11, announced this morning) had been predicted or spitballed by HE and World of Reel‘s Jordan Ruimy. The surprise omission of Andrew Dominik‘s Blonde is significant.

Major Competition (13): Parallel Mothers, d: Pedro Almodovar; Mona Lisa and the Blood Moon, d: Ana Lily Amirpour, The Power of the Dog, d: Jane Campion, Official Competition, d: Gaston Depart, Mariano Cohn; Il Buco, d: Michelangelo Frammartino; Sundown, d: Michel Franco; The Lost Daughter, d: Maggie Gyllenhaal; Spencer, d: Pablo Larrain; Freaks Out, d: Gabriele Mainetti; Leave No Traces, d: Jan P. Matuszyski; The Card Counter, d: Paul Schrader; The Hand of God,” d: Paolo Sorrentino; Reflection, d: Valentin Vasyanovych; La Caja, d: Lorenzo Vigas.

Major Out of Competition (5): Les Choses Humaines, d: Yvan Attal; Halloween Kills, d: David Gordon Green; The Last Duel, d: Ridley Scott; Dune, d: Denis Villeneuve; Last Night in Soho, d: Edgar Wright.