So Sen. Mitt Romney (R-Utah) and Sen. Lisa Murkowski (R-Alaska) are reportedly against a Supreme Court confirmation vote until after inauguration day (1.20.21). Maine Republican Senator Susan Collins, a notoriously unreliable waffler, has said that confirmation hearings shouldn’t be held until after the 11.3 election. And if Arizona Democratic Senate candidate Mark Kelly defeats Republican incumbent Martha McSally (which is likely), he could be seated in the Senate “as early as 11.30, according to elections experts from both parties,” says a 9.19 N.Y. Times story. Three Republicans who want to wait plus Kelly — four Senate votes in opposition to Mitch McConnell‘s intention to expedite the process, and three if you don’t count Collins. Is there a chance that another Republican Senator or two might follow suit?

I’ll sometimes watch a comfort film after 11 pm or so, the idea being to settle down and gradually nod off. I did this last night with Taylor Hackford‘s An Officer and a Gentleman (’82), which I hadn’t previously seen for at least 25 or 30 years.

It was never much more than a reasonably efficient, occasionally poignant Cinderella story with an Oscar-winning theme song. It doesn’t seem to have improved any (the “Puget Sound debs” out to snag a Navy pilot husband feels like a relic of a bygone age), but it’s well edited, nicely shot and scored (Jack Nitzsche) — a decent watch for the most part.

Three performances elevate it — Richard Gere‘s Zack Mayo, Debra Winger‘s Paula Pokrifki (has a lead character ever had such an unspellable, unpronouncable last name as this?) and especially Louis Gossett, Jr.‘s Sgt. Emil Foley, a tough-as-nails drill instructor.

For this Gossett won a Best Supporting Actor Oscar, deservedly. The Foley character has more intrigue and sensitivity than F. Lee Ermey‘s similar fellow in Full Metal Jacket.

The “I got nowhere else to go!” scene still works, the Gere-Winger sex scenes are still fairly hot, and the suicide of David Keith‘s Sid Worley still feels like too much of a push, too much of a nihilist black-hole strategy. Worley’s self-esteem is such a frail, house-of-cards construct that he offs himself when Lisa Blount‘s Lynette Pomeroy, a calculating schemer for the most part, says she won’t marry him because he dropped out of the program? If I ever pull the plug, I trust it’ll be for a better reason than that.

And that fairy-tale ending when Gere strolls into Winger’s factory and carries her out in his arms is still a tough sell. It feels forced, more performed than felt. But until this morning I hadn’t read the following story about the shooting of this scene:

“Gere thought the ending would not work because it was too sentimental. Hackford agreed with Gere until, during a rehearsal, the extras playing the workers began to cheer and cry. When Gere saw the scene later, with a portion of the score (that was used to write ‘Up Where We Belong’) played at the right tempo, he said it gave him chills. Gere is now convinced Hackford made the right decision.”

I’ve noted at least a dozen times that the best love stories are almost always loss stories — those in which a love affair burns brightly but nonetheless dies (breakup, death, failure of spirit, divorce, bad timing, too late realization by one of the lovers that they made a mistake) or can never quite lift off the ground. “Of all sad words of tongue or pen, none so sad as ‘it might have been'” is always more affecting than “they lived happily ever after.”

But if Hackford hadn’t gone with that dippy finale, the film almost certainly wouldn’t have been such a huge financial success ($7 million to shoot, $130 million in theatrical revenues).

It was also good to rediscover Van Morrison‘s “Hungry For Your Love”, a track from 1978’s “Wavelength.”

Two or three weeks ago Joe Rogan moved lock, stock and barrel to Austin. This morning I watched my first JRE podcast from his new abode (allegedly somewhere in north Austin), and I have to say that the design of the new studio looks…kind of awful?

I first got into Rogan’s podcast at the start of the pandemic. I liked it because, as a friend said this morning, he “talks about stuff people think but never say.” He does guy talk in a plugged-in, plain-spoken, outside-the-effete-liberal-bubble way. But I totally shut down when Rogan said he’d be voting for Orange Destroyer because of Joe Biden‘s alleged cognitive issues, which were absolutely nowhere in sight during that town hall he did with Anderson Cooper a couple of nights ago.

Against this brand and Rogan’s right-of-center identity a studio that radiates a little non-affiliated moderation might help…maybe a little touch of a soothing mystical Zen vibe. But no — Rogan’s quonset-hut-shaped studio goes all in on RED DISCO-LOUNGE EYESORE. It doesn’t say “confident, blunt-spoken guy in a relaxed man-cave environment” but “partisan, super-wealthy Trump guy with too much money and no taste in decor”…an atmosphere that says “members-only South Beach nightclub lounge by way of a tanning bed mixed with HAL’s intelligence storage vault in 2001: A Space Odyssey.”

Consider the YouTube comments about this 9.17 discussion with Douglas Murray, author of “The Madness of Crowds“: (a) “Missing the man cave feeling”, (b) “They should just start from scratch and make it more inviting and less…supervillain tomb“, (c) “Yeah, it sucks…way too much red, nothing to look at”, (d) “It looks like they’re sitting inside a toaster set to high”, (e) “I think he should do an actual cave vibe…boulders, waterfalls, plants, etc.”, (f) “The red is a big no-no…it’s not a nightclub…the old studio had perfect lighting and backgrounds. This studio feels cramped and claustrophobic…you even have to duck to get to your seat if you’re a taller guest.”

The general presumption is that Amy Coney Barrett, a staunchly Catholic “originalist” conservative in the Antonin Scalia mode, is likely to be Trump’s nominee to fill the Supreme Court seat of the late Ruth Bader Ginsburg. If Trump was smart he’d pick a moderate rightie, but of course…

Barrett is currently serving on the United States Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit, lives in South Bend (hello, Mayor Pete!), is married with seven kids (five natural, two adopted), has a thin voice and tiny beady eyes. And the more I read about her the scarier she becomes.

An assessment by Slate‘s Mark Joseph Stern, posted today: “Faced with two plausible readings of a law, fact, or precedent, Barrett always seems to choose the harsher, stingier interpretation.

“Can job applicants sue employers whose policies have a disproportionately deleterious impact on older people? Barrett said no. Should courts halt the deportation of an immigrant who faced torture at home? Barrett said no. Should they protect refugees denied asylum on the basis of xenophobic prejudice? Barrett said no. Should they shield prisoners from unjustified violence by correctional officers? Barrett said no. Should minors be allowed to terminate a pregnancy without telling their parents if a judge has found that they’re mature enough to make the decision? Barrett said no. Should women be permitted to obtain an abortion upon discovering a severe fetal abnormality? Barrett said no.

“There is no question that, if confirmed, Barrett would cast the fifth vote to either hollow out Roe v. Wade or overturn it altogether. Similarly, there is no doubt that Barrett would dramatically expand the Second Amendment, invalidating gun control measures around the country. It’s quite possible, perhaps even likely, that within a year of her confirmation, Americans will be forbidden from terminating a pregnancy in 21 states—but permitted to purchase assault weapons and carry firearms in public in every state.

“Abortion and guns, however, are just the beginning. Barrett’s confirmation would heighten the odds that the Supreme Court will eradicate the entire Affordable Care Act in 2021, stripping health insurance from more than 20 million people. Red states challenged the law after Congress zeroed out the penalty for those who forgo health insurance in 2017, a frivolous challenge that nonetheless found support among conservative judges in the lower courts.”

“Diversity is important, but it’s not the only thing that’s important. It’s also important that we don’t wind up with artists guided less by a creative vision and more by a to–do list. We are talking about a world in which if you want to make the next Schindlers List, the first thing you’ll need to do is give a racial breakdown of all your employees. Does anyone see the irony in that?”

And…

The first ad against Mitch McConnell (@senatemajldr) is already out. pic.twitter.com/9PJc3APbvl

— Michael Skolnik (@MichaelSkolnik) September 19, 2020

BREAKING: A high-level Romney insider tells me Mitt Romney has committed to not confirming a Supreme Court nominee until after Inauguration Day 2021. #Mittrevenge #utpol

— Jim Dabakis (@JimDabakis) September 19, 2020

The NYFF20 poster was designed by John Waters. Easily the coolest Covid-era film festival poster so far. Hats off to Eugene Hernandez.

Last night’s open-air screening of Kiss The Ground happened on an upper-level parking lot behind West Hollywood’s Andaz Hotel. It was Hollywood Elsewhere’s first invitational Hollywood screening in six and a half months, and quite the emotional thing. It felt a bit awkward at first, but we all got used to it and loosened up. Thanks to the Allison Jackson Company and 42West (AnnaLee Paolo, Susan Ciccone), who co-hosted. Technical issues abounded but it was all cool. The FM radio band playing the soundtrack kept switching back and forth between 97.7 and 98something. The parking lot power went out twice. The focus and light levels were fine but the aspect ratio was wrong (it should have been 1.85 but they showed a horizontally squeezed 1.37 image.). And then our car battery, drained by listening to the radio without the engine on, began to flash a power warning. I called AAA and 20 minutes later a guy gave us a jump. But it was all good. Awesome to be with people again in a social setting.

Kiss The Ground director Rebecca Tickell.

Beloved Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg is gone, and with her any chance of at least a semblance of moderate temperance on the court. I was praying so hard that she would hold on for another five months or so, or until Joe Biden‘s hoped-for inauguration on 1.20.21 along with a distinct possibility that the balance of Congressional power in the Senate might tip in favor of sensible liberal allegiance.

Ginsburg’s death means that another Trump stooge will almost certainly fill her seat. With Ginsburg on the Supreme Court, the bench was split between four liberals (herself, Stephen Breyer, Sonia Sotomayor and Elena Kagan), four rabid conservatives (Clarence Thomas, Samuel Alito, Neil Gorsuch and Brett Kavanaugh), and the occasionally sensible if right-leaning, Citizen’s United-supporting Chief Justice John Roberts.

Now the Supreme Court will be six-to-three in favor of conservatives. The ballgame is more or less officially over for many years to come with three Trump friendlies on the bench.

Vox: “Justice Ginsburg died believing that Trump is an ‘aberration.’ Her death ensures that he won’t be.”

I recall reading about an alleged discussion between President Obama and Justice Ginsberg, apparently beginning in 2014 or thereabouts, in which Ginsburg might have retired before the end of Obama’s second term and thereby allowed him to nominate a moderate liberal replacement before his term ran out. Ginsberg’s response was essentially “no way, I’m good, forward march.”

Then came Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell‘s refusal to allow confirmation hearings on Obama nominee Merrick Garland in 2016.

Judicially speaking the rights of the Democratic majority in this country and particularly women, anti-corporatists and people of color are now going to be under severe strain for the next 10 to 15 years, at least. The pooch is really screwed.

Last night I saw Josh and Rebecca Tickell‘s Kiss The Ground (Netflix, 9.22), which basically suggests…actually persuades that the only sensible way to save our poisoned planet is to turn to Mother Earth for nourishment, and more specifically to regenerate topsoil by returning as much compost and shit as possible back into the ground — cowshit, steer shit, pigshit, even human shit.

Soil is nothing without natural ingredients, and modern farming techniques (including the use chemical plant-growth additives) only seem to make things worse in the long run.

The technical term is “regenerative agriculture,” which also means increasing biodiversity (which means rotating crops, right?), keeping the soil dark and rich, figuring out ways to improve water supply, enhancing ecosystem services, etc.

The film is based on Josh’s same-titled 2017 book.

The only thing I didn’t feel wonderful about (although I didn’t exactly mind this) are the generic lefty celebrities who appear on-camera to advocate for regenerative farming, etc. I completely agree with the program, but something in me goes “watch it” when Woody Harrelson turns up as the narrator of anything, or when Patricia Arquette, Ian Sommerhalder and Gisele Bündchen are shown strolling around an organic farm and hanging with the employees and whatnot. I wish that that the Tickells had managed to persuade…I don’t know, Arnold Schwarzenegger or someone with a libertarian or green Republican background to make an appearance.

I’m just a West Hollywood guy who lives for column-writing, rumble-hogging, aggressively fast wifi and movies (Bluray + streaming) on my 65-inch HDR Sony 4K, but I understand and support what Kiss The Ground is saying. It makes sense, I mean. Everyone should see it and think about how they live and what they can do, etc.

To be perfectly honest if I were living and working on an organic farm I would draw the line at pooping in buckets and dumping the contents into a hole. I’m sorry but I’m a Nancy Boy at heart and I need my fresh-smelling, deodorized, ultra-antiseptic, Aqua Velva powder room atmosphere to keep body and soul together.

I have no objection if others wish to use the bucket-and-bury approach to building up soil nutrients, but don’t ask me to go there. Please.