Alan Pakula‘s The Parallax View (’74) would have been a far less effective film. I re-watched the Vudu HDX version a couple of nights ago, and it looks beautiful. There’s no way the Criterion Bluray will significantly improve upon it.
What can R.J. Cutler‘s Belushi (Showtime, 11.22) possibly add to what we already know about the late genius-level comedian, whose wanton drug-taking led to his premature death in March ’82?
Pic shares “previously unheard audiotapes” of colleagues and collaborators Dan Aykroyd, Carrie Fisher, Lorne Michaels, Penny Marshall, Chevy Chase, Jim Belushi, Harold Ramis, Jane Curtin, Ivan Reitman, etc.
Belushi’s glory days were between ’72 and mid ’78 — from the time he joined National Lampoon’s Lemmings and then became writer, director and actor for The National Lampoon Radio Hour, to the first three and a half years with SNL (starting in ‘mid 75) and his breakout performance in Animal House. It was mostly cocaine and downswirl after that.
After Animal House, the best film Belushi ever made was Continental Divide (’81).
Cutler directed, wrote and produced the 108-minute doc.
I somehow missed the fact that Cathy Smith, the backup singer, groupie and drug dealer who injected the coke-heroin speedball that killed Belushi on 3.5.82, died three months ago (8.16.20). She was 73.
Before today I hadn’t paid the slightest amount of attention to Harry Styles since catching his performance in Chris Nolan‘s Dunkirk, or roughly three and one-third years ago.
He was totally fine in that excellent World War II film, but I have to be blunt and say that Styles seems vaguely appalling in some of the photos in a new Vogue profile, which includes a first-ever cover featuring a dude. Possibly because Anna Wintour was intrigued and excited by photos of Styles in dresses and hoop skirts and whatnot.
Can the “d” word even be used to describe Styles after this? Unless you want “d” to stand for douche? A year ago he was quoted saying that he’s not “just sprinkling in sexual ambiguity to be interesting.” Well, he coulda fooled me.
My first reaction was “okay, artists are expected to test standards and push the envelope, and in this regard Styles is doing the good old X-factor thing or, if you will, trying out a ‘Mothers of Invention in early ’68‘ approach or a ‘David Bowie and Mick Jagger in the early ’70s’ thing…free to explore whatever, not hung up on conventions.”
My second reaction was “Jesus, talk about rotten timing…nobody wants to see Styles in a dress right now…please.”
I’m a staunch, rumblehog-riding metrosexual who’s been to Prague twice for micro-hair-plug surgery and who’s long had an affection for J. Crew cold-weather scarves and Italian suede lace-ups and Beatle boot velcro slip-ons. But with Trump receding, Biden ascending and sensible, left-center practical thinkers starting to push back against wokester tyranny in certain corners of the culture, especially in the immediate wake of severe electoral setbacks for wokester-shithead progressives…nobody wants to see Harry fucking Styles in a dress. Not now, they don’t.
Gene Wilder to Zero Mostel in The Producers: “Max, he’s wearing a dress.”
I have a place in my head for flirting with half-feminine stylings. I have broad shoulders but I’m not a manly man. I worked as a tree surgeon in my early 20s, but I never feigned any kind of rugged machismo. I once called AAA to change a flat tire in Brooklyn, for Chrissake, and the idea of motor oil getting smeared on my hands strikes me as abhorrent. But this is the wrong time in the life of the planet for Styles to be modelling dresses in Vogue. Trust me, it just is.
Steven Soderbergh‘s Let Them Eat Cake All Talk (HBO Max, 12.10) is about…? Meryl Streep grappling with writer’s block while crossing the gray, choppy Atlantic? It certainly seems to be about spritzy dialogue. Boilerplate: “An author goes on a trip with her friends and nephew in an effort to find fun and come to terms with her past”. Costarring Gemma Chan, Candice Bergen, Dianne Wiest and Lucas Hedges.
Thank you, drooling American morons of the heartland…thank you for your mule-headed determination to contaminate this country like never before…brilliant.
You can tell a lot about a person if you know their favorite films. Or can you? Here, randomly listed, are mine:
1. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, d: Milos Forman
2. Ida, d: Pavel Pawlikovski
3. Amour, d: Michael Haneke
4. Come and See, d: Elem Klimov
5. Schindler’s List, d: Steven Spielberg
6. Elena, d: Andrey Zvyagintsev
7. Loveless, d: Andrey Zvyagintsev
8. Leviathan, d: Andrey Zvyagintsev
9. Beanpole, d: Kantemir Balagov
10. Dear Comrades, d: Andrey Konchalovsky
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If I had my way in this wicked world, I would exec produce Young Sopranos, a rotoscoped animated Netflix series (10 episodes to start) with somebody voicing James Gandolfini and Steven Van Zandt and Michael Imperioli playing their own Silvio Dante and Christopher Moltisanti characters. It would obviously be huge…you know that.
Posted 2 and 1/2 years ago: Asked by Time Out‘s Phil de Semlyen if he ever lost any roles due to being openly gay, Ian McKellen recounts the following: “One. Harold Pinter wanted me to be in a film of his, [1983’s Betrayal] and he took me to meet the producer, Sam Spiegel.
“We sat in Spiegel’s office and I happened to say that I was going to New York. He said, ‘Will you be taking the family?’ And I said, ‘I don’t have a family…I’m gay.’ I think it was the first time I came out to anyone. Well, I was out of that office in two minutes. It took Pinter 25 years to apologize for not sticking up for me.”
The part that McKellen would have played, of course, was Ben Kingsley‘s — i.e., Robert, the publisher-cuckold. Kingsley was excellent — it’s my all-time second favorite of his, right after Don Logan — but McKellen would have absolutely killed. If I’d been in McKellen’s shoes that day in Spiegel’s office, I would have said “I don’t have a family” and left it at that. Then he would have delivered a great Pinter performance that would last and last forever. A shame.
McKellen came out in 1988.
HE’s Sunday afternoon question: Apart from Ben Kingsley‘s legendary Don Logan in Sexy Beast, who else has played a sociopathic criminal that stands out similarly? A bad-guy performance not just praised for the the full-madman aspect but enjoyed on a humorous level as well?
Over-the-top bad guy performances don’t count if the movie itself is trying to be funny. I’m speaking only of nutty or half-nutty performances that are (a) scary with a funny undercurrent but are also (b) part of a violent crime scenario that deals straight cards for the most part.
In a certain diseased, deliberately anti-realistic, intentionally over-the-top fashion, Jack Nicholson gives a comedic performance in The Shining. But who else?
In Pulp Fiction, Samuel L. Jackson‘s Jules Winnfield is pretty much a smirking riot from start to finish. Obviously Pulp isn’t a realistic crime film — it has an existential tall-tale feeling throughout — but the killings are real world; ditto Uma Thurman‘s drug overdose and that masked male hillbilly rape in the basement.
Barry Levinson‘s Bugsy enjoys itself start to finish, but it’s not a smirking attitude film — it’s history told with a certain flair. Harvey Keitel‘s performance as gangster Mickey Cohen, however, is amusing in nearly every scene.
Al Pacino‘s Big Boy Caprice in Dick Tracy obviously doesn’t qualify given the tone of the film, but his John Milton performance in Taylor Hackford‘s The Devil’s Advocate does. It’s one of those “Al’s going to town and having fun while he pockets a paycheck” performances.
Sorry but Joe Pesci‘s Tommy in Goodfellas doesn’t belong in this fraternity either. Yes, Tommy is brink-of-murder humorous in the “tell me what’s funny” scene in the Bamboo Lounge scene, and yes, there are one or two other scenes that play with this aesthetic. But 95% of Pesci’s performance is about serious psychopathic menace.
Kingsley, on the other hand, is so theatrically out there and unhinged that nearly every line and bit he performs can be read (if you’re able to step back and understand what he’s doing) comedically.
So we’re clear on this, right? If the performance in question is perversely funny within the scheme of a more or less straight-faced enterprise, it’s good to go. But if the film itself is kidding or winking, the performance doesn’t rate in a Don Logan way.
Yesterday Mank director David Fincher was quoted at length about the tragedy of Orson Welles. Money quote: “[His] tragedy lies in the mix between monumental talent and filthy immaturity.”
I don’t know about anyone else, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more delicious adjective applied to “immaturity” than “filthy.” It’s one of those terms or phrases that instantly stick to the zeitgeist wall, like “sexy beast”.
I for one am going to store this away on my shelf and use it forthwith, however and whenever appropriate. Example #1: “I’ve had just about enough of your filthy immaturity and I want this to stop right now.” Example #2: “The filthy immaturity exuded by Orson Welles in word and deed over decades should be a lesson to us all…keep that shit stowed.” Example #3: “I’ve dealt with many headstrong prima donnas in my time, but I’ve never before been confronted with such a gross deluge of filthy immaturity…it’s shameful.” Example #4: “Not only is Don Logan a sociopathic monster, but his immaturity is filthy beyond description.”
HE commenter “Steve Brody”: “[This] quote smacks of something that was said in English, translated (or transposed) into French, and then re-transposed into English. If Fincher ever uttered the phrase ‘filthy immaturity,’ I’ll eat my shoe. Filthy immaturity…hilarious! More hilarious that so many people are buying it.”
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