World of Reel‘s Jordan Ruimy, who’s previously posted good info about various Cannes Film Festival tremors, is reporting that Joel Coen’s The Tragedy of Macbeth, a black-and-white smarthouse drama costarring Frances McDormand and Denzel Washington, has been screened for Cannes honcho Thierry Fremaux.
Ruimy: “Whether it actually makes it to Cannes is a whole ‘nother story since Apple TV, which recently bought the rights to the film, may want to wait it out for the fall festivals.”
HE retort: Although the Apple deal was announced just a few days ago (5.12), negotiations with Apple had certainly been ongoing and perhaps had been finalized for a while before this. The idea of debuting the film at July’s Cannes festival couldn’t have been a secret to anyone involved. Why show it to Fremaux if interested parties weren’t open to the idea?
If only Ruth Bader Ginsburg had stepped down in ’14 or ’15 and thereby allowed President Obama to nominate Merrick Garland (or someone similar) to fill her Supreme Court seat, we wouldn’t be in this mess. But she didn’t and here we are with Amy Coney Barrett sitting in Ginsburg’s chair, and Roe v. Wade, it appears, is about to be…well, not exactly struck down but diminished.
As I understand it, Roe v. Wade, which became law in 1973, said that states can’t outlaw abortions for any fetuses before they reach “fetal viability“, or roughly 23 or 24 weeks into a pregnancy.
Jesus, really? Roe says no abortions can be refused until after the fifth month and closer to five and a half? I somehow never quite absorbed this. If a woman decides against having a child, shouldn’t she have it aborted within a few weeks and certainly no later than two or three months, tops? Who waits five months to terminate a pregnancy? That’s fucked.
“The new case, Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, No. 19-1392, concerns a law enacted by the Republican-dominated Mississippi legislature that banned abortions if ‘the probable gestational age of the unborn human’ was determined to be more than 15 weeks.
“The statute included narrow exceptions for medical emergencies or ‘a severe fetal abnormality.’
“Lower courts said the law was plainly unconstitutional under Roe, which forbids states from banning abortions before fetal viability.
“Mississippi’s sole abortion clinic sued, saying the law ran afoul of Roe and Planned Parenthood v. Casey, the 1992 decision that affirmed Roe’s core holding.”
As I understand it, if the Supreme Court upholds Mississippi’s contested abortion law, the new reality would be that all abortions have to happen within 15 weeks. Honestly? That doesn’t sound all that crazy to me. A woman’s right to choose is assured — they’d simply have to abort no later than three and a half (nearly four) months into the pregnancy.
It became common knowledge a week ago that Bennifer or BLo (pronounced “Bee-Low”) is back on. Great…the most over-covered celebrity couple of the early aughts (’02 to ’04) has returned like Banquo’s ghost. Okay, fine…if they’re happy, they’re happy. I just don’t want to hear about them doing anything or going anywhere or attending anything or fighting…none of that.
There’s just one quoted remark from a People “source” that bothers me: “[Jennifer] spent several days with Ben out of town. They have a strong connection. It’s all been quick and intense, but Jennifer is happy.”
Shouldn’t it read “and Jennifer is happy”? If you’ve been with an ex-boyfriend for several days, you’ve done so because you’re both feeling the current and it’s all good and foretold…right? And if the connection is strong, it follows that it’s been “quick and intense” since the reunion only kicked off a couple of weeks ago…yes? So why would anyone say “but” — or despite all this — “Jennifer is happy”?
In short, the People “source” is suggesting that BLo 2.0 seems a little too hormonal and whirlwind for her taste, but Jennifer is nonetheless happy riding this bronco steed.
To go by a 5.16 N.Y. Times story about allegedly “questionable behavior” on the part of Bill Gates, it doesn’t sound as if the Microsoft honcho, while disloyal to his wife and apparently capable of behaving “badly”, was any kind of incorrigible, salivating sex hound.
The 5.16 story by Emily Flitter and Matthew Goldstein alleges that on at least two occasions Gates hit on (i.e., asked for dates with) a couple of women who technically worked for him, but apparently he wasn’t all that persistent about it. Gates didn’t score on either occasion.
It’s also been alleged that 14 or 15 years ago Gates emailed a female Microsoft employee whom he’d taken a shine to and suggested that they might share dinner. The story also reports that Gates “sought to initiate an intimate relationship with a company employee in the year 2000”….holy shit, 21 years ago!
Plus he palled around a bit with Jeffrey Epstein.
Unless the Epstein connection builds into something, the N.Y. Times seems to believe that mildly hitting on employees and mildly striking out is inherentlyharassment because Gates was the big boss. It seems as if the Times wants to bag him because SUPER RICH WHITE GUY.
Gates spokeswoman Bridgitt Arnold: “It is extremely disappointing that there have been so many untruths published about the cause, the circumstances and the timeline of Bill Gates’s divorce. Your characterization of his meetings with Epstein and others about philanthropy is inaccurate, including who participated. Similarly, any claim that Gates spoke of his marriage or Melinda in a disparaging manner is false. The claim of mistreatment of employees is also false. The rumors and speculation surrounding Gates’s divorce are becoming increasingly absurd, and it’s unfortunate that people who have little to no knowledge of the situation are being characterized as ‘sources.’”
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Mark Pellington‘s The Mothman Prophecies, 20 years old next January, is possibly the best alien-creep-out film ever made. It’s a middle-grounder that lies between benign alien visitation films a la Close Encounters or The Day The Earth Stood Still, and alien attack films like both versions of War of the Worlds. I fell for this 119-minute Sony release because of this scene in particular, and because I adore the name “Indrid Cold.”
Speaking as a healthy double-vaxxed person, I intend to keep masking indoors for a while yet. I’m not sure when I’ll feel uninhibited about going maskless, but now feels too early. June, I’m thinking. Maybe July. I know for sure I’ll be…well, mostly maskless at Cinemacon (8.23 thru 8.26) and at the Telluride Film Festival (9.2 through 9.6). Does the fact that the fully vaxxed Bill Maher contracted Covid give me pause? Yes, but not that much.
From a Presidential election standpoint, all my life I’ve wanted another guy of this calibre to come along.
Forget the womanizing — I’m talking about intelligence filtered by mature moderation, the cool calculation, the relaxed urban vibe, the not-too-old factor, the measured phrasing, good head of hair, etc. But no one ever measured up. Because of a million factors that fed into our history over the last 57 and 1/2 years, and because you can’t go home again.
But JFK was a superstar, he had the right profile and the right vibe, and we all like guys like this. (Most of us.) As delusional and sentimental as this sounds, I would be delighted if a JFK-like politician (a liberal moderate** who doesn’t feel comfortable with wokesters) was to somehow pop through and run in ’24. A drunkard’s dream, of course.
All to say that I’m genuinely worried about Biden’s re-election chances. Not because of his FDR-like ambitions or philosophy or maturity as a leader, but because a year and a half from now he’ll be 80, and by election day he’ll be pushing 82. Aside from concerns about wokester fanatics I’m as much of a Biden fan as anyone. I don’t know what will happen, but we’re in uncharted territory…that’s for sure. And a sizable percentage of the population (40% or a bit less) doesn’t give a damn about the Democratic fundamentals.
** I realize that by today’s standards JFK was more of a moderate Republican than a Democrat.
If Miklos Rosza‘s “Parade of the Charioteers” one of the most stirring fascist anthems ever composed? I’m not saying it is, but I suspect that rightwing bad guys the world over (Donald Trump, Dick Cheney, Benjamin Netanyahu, Recep Tayyip Erdogan, Vladimir Putin, et. al.) adore this kind of composition and performance. I certainly can’t imagine an audience of wokesters and Critical Race Theory believers responding to this eight-year-old show (Andre Rieu’s Johann Strauss Orchestra in Amsterdam) with anything other than muted horror.
I’m sorry but Rosza was a genius composer, and I can’t help feeling stirred by this. And I’m saying this as a mild-mannered, left-center moderate. Does admitting this make me a bad person regardless? In the eyes of some it probably does.
In the comment thread for “Five Things” (5.14), which was all about the superhack career of Richard Donner, someone mentioned The Omen (’76) and I jumped in with the following:
“The Omen is a good creepy film of its type. The best thing about it is Jerry Goldsmith‘s score. I would have drowned Damian after realizing what he is, but that’s me. I realize, of course, that unless Gregory Peck and Lee Remick remain in a denial cocoon for years on end there’s no movie.”
Because of that posting I re-watched this 1976 film last night, and almost immediately I was scolding myself for calling it “a good creepy film of its type.” It’s not — it’s actually a very stupid film that was made in a lazy, half-assed manner with mostly awful dialogue, and was burdened by idiotic plotting.
The Omen‘s success was based upon a general audience belief in mythical religious bullshit, and it launched itself upon the lore of The Exorcist (’73), which was and is a much better film. So please accept my apology for saying what I said. I don’t know what I was thinking.
With the exception of three good scenes — the nanny hangs herself during Damian’s birthday party, the dogs in the graveyard scene with Peck and David Warner, and Warner gets his head sliced off by a flying pane of glass — The Omen is a painfully mediocre effort.
Almost every scene summons the same reaction: “Why isn’t this better…why didn’t they rewrite the dialogue?…God, this wasn’t finessed at all.”
I came to really hate the tiny, beady eyes of that young actor who played Damian — Harvey Spencer Stephens (who’s now 51 years old).
The middle-aged, warlock-eyed priest who gets impaled by a falling javelin of some sort — why did he just stand there like a screaming idiot as he watched the rod plunge toward him?
Why didn’t Peck and Remick simply fire that awful demonic nanny (Billie Whitelaw)?
Why didn’t Peck just buy a pistol and shoot that demonic Rotweiler right between the eyes, and in fact shoot all the other Rotweilers in the graveyard?
As I mentioned Friday, The Omen depends upon Peck and Remick refusingtoconsidertheobvious during most of the running time. Refusing to reach for an umbrella, wear a raincoat or take shelter during a thunderstorm…that kind of idiocy.
During his career heyday (’45 to ’64) Peck mostly played one smart, restrained, rational-minded character after another. (His roles in Spellbound, Duel in the Sun and Moby Dick were the exceptions.) The Omen was the first time Peck was called upon to play a stuffed-shirt moron — a denialist of the first order. Okay, he starts to wake up during the final half-hour, but it’s truly painful to watch an actor known for dignity and rectitude and sensible behavior undermine the idea of intelligent assessment at every turn.
For some odd reason the footage of Rome made me almost weep with nostalgia for that city — I haven’t been there since ’17.
I could watch The Exorcist once a year for the rest of my life, but I’ll never watch another Omen film again…ever. I was truly angry at myself for wasting 111 minutes of my life.
Eternal Style Godz to sandaled, bearded, ginger-haired schmuck with tennisball haircut, wearing one of the most appalling cream-colored suits in the history of tailored apparel (those rolled-up slacks! no belt!): “If we could assume physical form and descend to planet earth, we would hunt you down and….okay, we wouldn’t attack you personally because you’re just a model for hire, but we would find the Bruno Magli designers and marketing reps responsible for this and give them a good thrashing.”
Does anyone remember a 1963 Twilight Zone episode called “The Bard”, in which John Williams played a renimated William Shakespeare in a modern setting? There’s a rehearsal scene in which a pretentious and egoistic Marlon Brando wannabe (Burt Reynolds) so enrages Shakespeare that a beat-down results. This is what I was thinking of…that kind of “you repulsive little shit” reaction.
