“It’s a not-so-well-kept-secret that the Walt Disney Company often prioritizes skin color in hiring over things like experience, ability and qualifications.
“A damning video captured by O’Keefe Media Group, founded by James O’Keefe, shows a Disney executive, Michael Giordano, telling an undercover reporter all about the discriminatory practices.
“‘Certainly, there have been times where there’s no way we’re hiring a white male for this,’ Giordano said.
“The reporter suggests that this was an ‘unspoken’ agreement, but Giordano shared that it’s actually been said in front of him. However, he said that they are careful how they message those things to outside parties, like talent agents.”
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Academy honcho Bill Kramer hasn’t said that the Academy Awards will go gender -neutral. He’s toldVariety’s Clayton Davis that this option is merely being explored and that “we’re investigating how it could look,” but those words sound a little scary in and of themselves.
If Kramer does this…if he rolls over for a micro-sized community of trans activists, you can stick a fork in the Oscars. It’ll be totally over. A huge “eff you” to Oscar traditionalists. Ratings suicide.
It’s generally agreed upon that come Oscar season, Emilia Perez costar Karla Sofía Gascón, a transgender actress who plays the titular character, is in an excellent position to compete for an acting Oscar.
The question is what category she’ll run in — Best Actress or Best Supporting Actress.
The smart play for Netflix, I wrote yesterday, will be to campaign Gascón in the supporting actress category. Because while she’s playing a vivid figure whose name is the title of the film, Gascon is in fact playing a supporting character.
As a Mexican drug mafioso, named Juan “Small Hands” Del Monte, who wants to disappear from the cartel world by becoming a woman, she instigates the plot and pops into the narrative from time to time, but she’s not really the lead.
The actual lead character in Emilia Perez is Rita Moro Castro (Zoe Saldana), a Mexico City attorney whom Del Monte hires to facilitate his transition.
Castro is unquestionably the main protagonist, the central figure, a woman upon whose shoulders the story is carried. Del Monte and his female manifestation, Emilia Perez, are vivid supporting characters who arrest your attention, but they don’t engage your allegiance.
Practically speaking it makes sense to run Gascon in supporting because nobody knows her, for one thing, and we all know the chances for a win are much greater when an outsider or an ingenue (like Hawaii‘s Jocelyne LaGarde or Sayonara‘s Miyoshi Umeki) doesn’t try for a Best Actress Oscar.
Just ask Lily “I may not have played a lead character but you should vote for my identity” Gladstone.
Plus if Gascon runs for Best Actress some voters will surely have an issue about handing a Best Actress Oscar to a biomale competing against natural biological female actresses whose performances may or may not be deemed worthy of an Oscar.
Here’s a discussion I had this morning with a guy who saw Emilia Perez in Cannes and is a huge Gascon fan.
Cannes guy to HE: “How in the world could you credibly say Karla is playing a supporting role? The movie is called Emilia Perez. She plays both halves of the character, remarkably. It is her story soup to nuts (sorry). Can you name anyone whose character is the title of the film who won in supporting actress?”
HE to Cannes guy: “How about Vanessa Redgrave in Fred Zinnemann‘s Julia (’77)? Then again Jane Fonda was clearly the lead character (Lillian Helman) as she drove the story. Just as Zoe Saldana drives the story in Emilia Perez. You saw it — the film starts with her perspective and stays with her all through. She’s clearly the lead.”
Cannes guy: “I would say Zoe Saldana and Karla Sofía Gascón are co-leads. Selena Gomez (who plays Jessi Del Monte, the drug dealer’s wife) and Adriana Paz are supporting.”
HE: “Nope — Karla’s character is a strong supporting. Plus there’s NO WAY IN HELL Karla wins a Best Actress Oscar. Nobody is going to believe the film anyway — a macho cartel leader wants to become a woman so she can escape the crime realm? I didn’t believe it for a second.
“Okay, Karla could try to ‘game the system’ by running as a lead while discussing trans stuff, the same way Lily gamed the system in order to draw attention to the plight of Native Americans. “
Cannes guy: “But the amazing thing is that Karla plays both roles. I couldn’t believe this was the same performer when I saw the movie. I just kept looking for the credit of who played the male role. Plus Linda Hunt won a Best Supporting Actress for playing a man. What’s the difference? In this case you have to recognize the performer as a (trans) woman playing a man, in part at least. It would be historic.”
HE: “Yes, it would be historic. But for political reasons, not artistic ones. My advice is for you to take the woke needle out of your arm. You mentioned Linda Hunt, who was great in The Year of Living Dangerously. But did she get nominated for Best Supporting Actor?”
Cannes guy: “No, she won for Best Supporting Actress. She is a woman. It doesn’t matter what the gender of character is. What matters is how good is the person playing the character.”
HE: “They’ll be able to pull it off if they campaign Karla in supporting. Karla could get away with that. You may not like hearing this, but there are bumblefucks in the Academy who aren’t quite as progressive about trans issues as you might expect or prefer. If Netflix wants to win, they should go supporting.”
Here’s an interesting rant from a recent “The Rest is Entertainment” podcast (dated 6.17.24). It specifically addresses the recent Fossil Free Book vs. Baillie Gifford contretemps, which led to BG boycotting all book festivals. The rant also alludes to wokesters and Polanski pitchforkers in particular and their particular brand of insanity.
The Guardian‘s Marina Hyde went off on protestors and explained the quaqmire of art, politics and “the contraction of the mind” that occurs when everything is placed within the bucket of activism.
“One of the things I particularly don’t admire is the suggestion that everything is politics, and that art is the same as politics. Now some art is political, and much art is born of its time and therefore can have that sort of relationship to politics. But art and politics are not the same.
“And if you insist that all art must be politicized and that all artists must make statements all the time, then what you are essentially wishing for is a contraction of the human experience. A contraction of human possibility. Because you’re saying that art and politics essentially and semantically map onto each other. And this is absolute nonsense, okay?
“Art can exist just for its own sake. The pleasure of these things, just for their own sake, must be allowed to exist.” [HE interjection — Like Roman Polanski‘s An Officer and a Spy.]
“When I think of these people, I think these are the sort of people who would have confronted William Shakespeare and said ‘Do you, William Shakespeare, condemn Elizabeth the 1st’s brutal suppression of the uprisings in Ireland (1593 to 1603)? And if you do, why haven’t you said anything? Why haven’t you signed a letter protesting this? Because if you don’t sign it, William Shakespeare, then this new play of yours, The Taming of the Shrew, we’re going to protest this.’
“Throughout the whole of human history awful things have been happening, but art must be allowed to exist, in and of itself. And it doesn’t have to answer qny questions.”
A few of us were playing a summer softball game. I was in center field and a guy at the plate really tagged one, and I was running farther and farther back and figuring I’d miss it, and at the last second I reached out with my mitt and somehow caught it, and everyone was impressed. I distinctly recall feeling quite proud, especially when a guy from the other team called me “Mayonnaise” — talk about major respect. It was like being compared to Babe Ruth or Ted Williams or Mickey Mantle.
A little subtitled taste of Jacques Audiard‘s Emilia Perez…before defaulting to streaming, Netflix will undoubtedly open this nervy, trans-friendly musical drama theatrically in October or November. As I recently suggested, the smart move will be to campaign Karla Sofía Gascón in the supporting actress category. An almost guaranteed win.
I decided at a very young age to avoid seeing Hawaii (’66), and I’ve never seen it since. It was directed by George Roy Hill, who was 44 during filming, when the more seasoned Fred Zinnemann withdrew.
As a kid I’d always hated going to church on Sundays, and so I really didn’t want to submit to Max Von Sydow‘s Reverend Abner Hale character, a classic stick-up-his-ass preacher character. I never wanted to know the story or anything, and until today I didn’t know Julie Andrews‘s Jerusha Bromley Hale character dies in Part Two. I only just learned today that Gene Hackman and Carroll O’Connor had costarred. I never knew Bette Midler had a non-speaking background role.
A friend has seen it and swears Richard Harris‘s performance as Capt. Rafer Hoxworth, a whaler, was “really underrated”. The Bluray has both the roadshow version (189 minutes) as well as the general release version (161 minutes),
I forgot to mention yesterday that Lionsgate has acquired U.S. and Canadian distrib rights to Francis Ford Coppola’s Megalopolis. The $120 million mindfuck flick will open theatrically on 9.27.
(a) “Coppola has seemingly lost his mind. Watching Megalopolis just now and listening to random moo-cow boos as the closing credits began to roll was a very sad and sobering experience. It’s not just an embarassment and a calamity — I almost feel like weeping for the poor guy — it’s a film that hasn’t a prayer of attracting any Average Joes or Janes whatsoever, and you can totally forget any sort of fall awards campaign or any distributor even flirting with paying for same…no way, man!”
(b) “On the other hand…Jesus, I don’t know what to say or think as I don’t want to dump on a film that is so nervy and creatively ludicrous and out-there bonkers. I’m not surprised by how Megalopolis played with the Salle Debussy crowd, and I’m certainly not angry about having sat through it, but holy fucking moley.”
(c) “It’s such a head-in-the-clouds goofball thing with such an overload of pompous-sounding, smarty-pants dialogue that it’s almost like a 1965 philosophical psychedelic fantasy flick by the Merry Pranksters, shot in 16mm and edited by a guy who’d been chewing peyote buttons.”
(d) A friend has compared portions of the dialogue as well as the narration (voiced by Larry Fishburne) to Ed Emshwiller‘s “Unveiling The Mystery Planet.” HE is hereby advising the readership to see Megalopolis while tripping. (Not acid necessarily but maybe some soft mescaline?)
(e) Jon Voight‘s Crassus character, adorned in black silk pajamas, during a third-act comic-detour scene: ““Whadaya think of this boner I’ve got here?”
(f) “All this said, I feel MUCH better about having seen Megalopolis than having seen Fast X or any of the shitty, soul-draining, post-Iron Man franchise movies because at least it’s about something other than the usual corporate bullshit and is at least alive with quirky indivduality, and that ain’t hay.”
(g) Journalist friend to HE five minutes after Megalopolis ended: “What the fuck was that?”
The third group of seven include Gillo Pontecorvo‘s The Battle of Algiers, Sergio Leone‘s The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (I didn’t post it yesterday because I’ve never liked Leone, but I have to at least recognize this film’s iconic status), Ingmar Bergman‘s Persona (I’m ashamed for having forgotten it), Jiri Menzel‘s Closely Watched Trains (intriguing Czech new-waver), Michael Anderson and Harold Pinter‘s The Quiller Memorandum, John Ford‘s 7 Women (saw it once back in the ’80s — a respectable ensemble film), Jean-Pierre Melville‘s Le deuxième souffle
I’ve never seen Milos Jancso‘s The Roundup. Howard Hawks‘ El Dorado didn’t open stateside until 6.7.67 so it doesn’t count. Jean-Luc Godard‘s Made in USA doesn’t count because it was blocked for over four decades over a rights issue and wasn’t released until 2009.
Wait…Jesse Eisenberg‘s A Real Pain doesn’t open until 10.18, or four months from now? I’d like to see it right now. It premiered six months ago at Sundance but this shouldn’t prevent it from playing at Telluride…right?
From Owen Gleiberman’s 1.21.24 Variety review: “Keiran Culkin‘s Benji is a loose cannon — a bro who never grew up, the kind of dude who says ‘fuck’ every fifth word, who advance-mails a parcel of weed to his hotel in Poland, and who has no filter when it comes to his thoughts and feelings. He’ll blare it all right out there.
“Since he’s a brilliant and funny guy who sees more than a lot of other people do, and processes it about 10 times as fast, he can (sort of) get away with the running monologue of hair-trigger nihilist superiority that’s his form of interaction. He can also be quite nice, and knows how to play people. Yet he is, at heart, an anti-social misfit, one who’s clinging to the recklessness of youth just at the moment he should be leaving it behind.”
Ms. Hardy passed on 6.11.24 at age 80. Ms. Aimee left the earth on 6.18.23 (earlier today) at age 92
Afterthought: I’m not saying Aimee and Hardy’s passing “doesn’t matter”. I’m not saying that at all. I was simply replying to Shawn Levy by saying we didn’t lose them this week, but we kinda sorta lost them gradually over the decades. Which is what happens to almost all showbiz careers. Careers ignite, heat up, peak for a certain period and then start to cool off. Everyone knows this.
