…how would you play Wednesday night’s debate with the priggish Mike Pence? Would you go right for the Covid jugular? Would you slice and dice like a sushi chef and possibly risk seeming overly aggressive to male bumblefuck voters who may be watching? Or would you hold back on the grandstanding and wait for Pence to strike first or possibly put foot in mouth?

I think Kamala should hit this stooge hard and strong over the Trump administration’s non-handling of the pandemic. Charge with a sharp lance, give no quarter.

Tim Kaine to N.Y. Times‘ Sydney Ember: “Kamala’s good. She’s a prosecutor, and she has evidence to argue. When she was in court back in the day, she would have to argue the evidence. She’s got a lot of evidence to argue.

“But the vice president is a trained communicator who can look in a camera and basically say anything, even if it’s contrary to the facts, and say it as if he believes it. He’ll be praising his boss over and over again. The challenge for him is, how can you do that without it going in a completely discordant way with Americans who are suffering?”

The veep debate will happen between 6 and 7:30 pm Pacific at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City.

Philip Noyce‘s Lakewood, a tense relationship thriller starring Naomi Watts, finished shooting in northern Ontario a week or so ago. Lensing happened in and around the North Bay region, subbing for Maine. A six-week shoot.

Slogan tease: “Someone is threatening the fictional northern Maine town of Lakewood.”

The cast and crew were tested for Covid three times each week. Masks, social distancing, all the required protocols.

Greg Goldstein synopsis: “Lakewood follows a mother (Watts) who desperately races against time to save her child as authorities place her small town on lockdown.” What does that mean? A lockdown over what? Covid contagion, BLM protestors, an active shooter, an army of reptiles?

The Lakewood script was written by Chris Sparling. It’s being produced by (this is a long list) Watts a la Jam Tart Films, Zack Schiller and David Boies, Limelight’s Dylan Sellers and Chris Parker, Untapped’s Andrew Corkin and Stratagem’s Alex Lalonde. Limelight’s Alex Dong is an executive producer.

Pic is basically a one-hander, performed almost entirely by Watts in the vein of Steven Knight and Tom Hardy‘s Locke. It’ll also allow Noyce to show his knack for staging inventive suspense. When it comes to nail-biters, fewer distractions means a more gripping scenario.

Contrary to the photos, the Lakewood producers didn’t insist that each and every cast and crew person wear whitesides — it just worked out that way. Notice: As part of a new mild-mannered policy, Hollywood Elsewhere accepts that whitesides are ubiquitous and no longer has a “problem” with them. Live & let live.

Bret Stephens excerpt from “There Is Too Much Happening,” posted in The New York Times on 10.5:

Taken last night around 7:10 pm, corner of Sunset and Larrabee.

Throughout last summer and until late August some of us were getting $600 per week by way of federal pandemic assistance (“economic stimulus”) funds. On-and-off talks between House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and Treasure Secretary Steven Mnuchin have been searching for a fall agreement by which to resume these payments. Alas, Orange Plague has abruptly ended negotiations while accusing Pelosi of “not negotiating in good faith” and yaddah yaddah. The Republicans were offering a $400 weekly supplement instead of $600. Honestly? $400 doesn’t sound so bad right now. I would’ve accepted that if I’d been in Pelosi’s shoes.

If Donald Trump has truly jettisoned Covid-19 from his system, great. But based on what little I know about coronavirus coping, he could relapse any time over the next couple of weeks. Herman Cain, who’s the same age as Trump, was in and out with the disease (which he probably caught during Trump’s Tulsa rally) for three weeks before succumbing on 7.30.20.

Eddie Van Halen has passed at age 65. Due respect to a great rock guitarist and ’80s superstar. Condolences to friends, fans, family. Never saw the band live during the day. It is believed presumed that EVH’s decades-long embrace of the proverbial rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle had at least something to do with his relatively early departure.

What does Variety‘s Chris Willman have to say?

Rolling Stone‘s Andy Greene: “Eddie Van Halen, the legendary guitar innovator and virtuoso who led Van Halen through five decades and three lead singers, establishing himself as on the all-time great players in rock history, died Tuesday after a long battle with cancer. He was 65.”

Wiki: “Eddie was the main songwriter and founder — with brother and drummer Alex Van Halen, bassist Mark Stone, and singer David Lee Roth — of the American rock band Van Halen. In 2012, he was voted number one in a Guitar World magazine reader’s poll for “The 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time”.

Wiki excerpts: “Valerie Bertinelli filed for divorce form EVH on 12.5.05 after four years of separation. The divorce was finalized in December 2007. Van Halen has struggled with alcoholism and drug abuse. He has stated that he began smoking and drinking at age 12, and that he eventually needed alcohol to function. Van Halen entered rehabilitation in 2007. In a 2015 interview, Van Halen stated that he had been sober since 2008. Van Halen married Janie Liszewski on 6.27.09. In August 2012, Van Halen underwent an emergency surgery for a severe bout of diverticulitis. It was revealed in 2019 that Eddie had been secretly battling throat cancer over the last five years.”

I’ve sampled episode #1 of Darren Star‘s Emily in Paris. I realized soon after that the below Paris motorcycle-roam-around video is much more intriguing than Star’s 10-part Netflix series. Emily is pretty much exactly what you might expect from the creator of Beverly Hills 90210, Melrose Place, Sex and the City and Younger. It doesn’t matter what I think as I don’t represent the target audience, but there is so much more going on in that great aromatic symphony of a city than what Emily even tries to convey.

Earlier today and for months prior Matt Reeves‘ The Batman was slated to open on 10.1.21. This sounded reasonable and prudent. Who believes that the pandemic will be just as fierce and crippling a year from now? I don’t. A Covid vaccine will be available by…what, next February or March? How long will it take for U.S. citizens to be vaccinated? Three or four months? Five or six?

Anyway, today Warner Bros. announced that Reeves’ reboot will open theatrically on 3.4.22, or 13 and 1/2 months after Joe Biden‘s inauguration.

The person who designed the jacket cover for Paramount Home Video’s forthcoming Collateral 4K disc (12.8.20) got it wrong. Tom Cruise‘s “Vincent” doesn’t have a narrow dark beard of any kind. He sports a light 10-day growth…a salt-and-pepper thing that doesn’t begin to merit the “b” word.

The ending of Collateral is one of the most curiously moving I’ve ever seen. For an urban film in which a few guys get killed, I mean.

“This world is just a game but…”

It dawns upon “Guy” (Ryan Reynolds), a non-engaged video-game character, that he’s (a) living inside an action-packed video game and that (b) his world is also about to end. And so he’s determined to change his fate by making himself the hero, and then saving the game before the developers can shut it down. But he’s only a digital construct, of course, and not a part of any organic scheme so where could this possibly lead? Talk about a story with nowhere to go.

Peter Weir‘s The Truman Show (’98) was a somewhat similar fantasy. Jim Carrey played Truman Burbank, an innocent who’s grown up living within a large, dome-shrouded TV set populated by actors…a guy who knows nothing about life except for this fake, fascistic realm. Written by Andrew Niccol, The Truman Show would have had a fascinating third act if (a) Truman had escaped the dome only to be shocked by how sad and frustrating and hugely difficult real life is, and then (b) returned to the dome, suddenly grateful that he has a place to live that’s much less “happier” that what the real world allows.

Free Guy would be interesting if Reynolds and or two of his fellow characters could somehow become human. I doubt this is in the cards.

Directed by the dependably shallow Shawn Levy and cowritten by Matt Lieberman and Zak Penn, Free Guy (20th Century Studios) pops on 12.11.20.

In IFC Film’s Shithouse, director-writer Cooper Raiff plays a somewhat emotionally hindered college freshman named Alex. His problem is that he wears his heart too plainly on his sleeve and therefore isn’t aloof or blase enough. This becomes apparent when he scores with Maggie (Dylan Gelula), who feels weirded out by his morning-after sincerity. Or something in that realm.

My disorientation stems from the fact that Raiff is (a) good looking in a young Harry Hamlin sort of way, and (b) curiously rail thin. This goes against the Schlumpies & Dumpies aesthetic that began to take hold about five years ago…an anti-attractiveness aesthetic that argued with the decades-old Hollywood rule by which the guy who got the girl looked like the guy who got the girl.

Sometime during the Obama administration leading males began to look a little dweebier, a little thicker and pudgier, a little dorkier and a little beardier with pimples on their butt cheeks. Raiff doesn’t fit this paradigm — he actually looks attractive in the old-fashioned waspy-Warren Beatty-in-the-’60s-and-’70s sense. So I don’t get it. Is Raiff an outlier, or an indication of a new direction, a new vogue?

Shithouse, which won SXSW’s Grand Jury Award last March, will premiere in select theaters and on VOD on 10.16.20.

Orange Plague to U.S. Citizens: “Don’t be afraid of Covid…don’t let it dominate your life!”

What Trump means is that if you have the money, blue-chip insurance, power and high-level connections that allow access to the medical equivalent of “the kitchen sink“, which is what he’s been getting since Friday, and if you have those rugged German genes, you might resist the Covid embrace and leave the hospital after three days.

But he won’t be out of the woods for another 12 days if not 21. And only drooling morons will come within 20 feet of this douchebag, if that.

Three days ago Trump was treated with an 8-gram dose of the experimental antibody therapy cocktail made by the biotechnology company Regeneron. He also took doses of Remdesivir and Dexamethasone, not to mention zinc, vitamin D and other mild-mannered remedies.