The first commercial showings of Quentin Tarantino‘s Once Upon A Time in Hollywood are happening as we speak. This is the HE forum for early reactions, but please go gently and non-specifically as far as the final act is concerned. I don’t know when it will be fair to start discussing the final 20 to 25 minutes but I would think that an “olly olly in come free” policy could be instituted as of…what, Monday morning? Is it realistic to expect that people will keep their yaps shut any longer than that?

The below paragraph is from A.O. Scott’s N.Y. Times review, titled “We Lost It At The Movies.” I suppose that my beef with OUATIH is analogous to the fact that I’m a much bigger fan of High Noon than Rio Bravo. I’m never been seduced by the laid-back allure of hang-out flicks. I prefer films with real stories — films that convey character and focus upon goals, and are laden with metaphor and teeming with story tension. Tarantino’s latest ends well, but otherwise it doesn’t satisfy the above criteria.

Woody Allen‘s A Rainy Day in New York won’t be playing the 2019 Venice Film Festival because — hello? — it’s opening in Poland two days hence (7.26) via Kino Swiat. Which means, naturally, that Polish (and presumably trade) reviews will be appearing on Thursday.

Subsequent bookings: Lithuania (8.2), Greece (8.22), the Netherlands (8.29), Turkey (8.30), France (9.18), Czech Republic (9.26), Italy (10.3), Spain (10.4) and Mexico (10.25). As we speak not a single cowardly U.S. distributor has arranged to distribute the relationship comedy. If nobody steps up, I can always catch it in Tijuana three months hence.

I loved Ruben Fleischer‘s original Zombieland (especially Bill Murray‘s self-portraying cameo). But it opened ten years ago, man. What does Zombieland: Double Tap (Columbia, 10.18) feel like? Honestly? Like a harmless but toothless generic rehash. You can’t just remake the original with cosmetic changes — you have to introduce a new idea or two. Even if you’re making a sure commercial bet, you have to be bold. And that doesn’t mean throwing in an unexpected twist, which any jerkwad can do.

With this morning’s announcement of the 2019 Venice Film Festival slate plus last Tuesday’s Toronto announcements, a good portion of the Telluride rundown looks like this **:

Ford v Ferrari, d: James Mangold
Judy, d: Rupert Goold
Uncut Gems, d: The Safdies
Motherless Brooklyn, d: Edward Norton
The Truth, d: Kore-eda
Ad Astra, d: James Gray
Wasp Network, d: Olivier Assayas
The Two Popes, d: Fernando Mereilles
Portrait of a Lady on Fire, d: Celine Sciamma
Pain and Glory, d: Pedro Almodovar
Parasite, d: Bong Joon-ho
Varda by Agnes, d: Agnes Varda

Definitely not going to Telluride:

Jojo Rabbit, The Goldfinch, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, The Laundromat, Harriet, The Personal History of David Copperfield.

Venice Competition:

The Truth, d: Hirokazu Kore-eda
The Perfect Candidate, d: Haifaa Al-Mansour
About Endlessness, d: Roy Andersson
Wasp Network, d: Olivier Assayas
Marriage Story, d: Noah Baumbach
Guest of Honor, d: Atom Egoyan
Ad Astra, d: James Gray
A Herdade, d: Tiago Guedes
Gloria Mundi, d: Robert Guediguian
Waiting for the Barbarians, d: Ciro Guerra
Ema, d: Pablo Larrain
Saturday Fiction, d: Lou Ye
Martin Eden, d: Pietro Marcello
The Mafia Is No Longer What It Used to Be, d: Franco Maresco
The Painted Bird, d: Vaclav Marhoul
The Mayor of the Rione Sanità, d: Mario Martone
Babyteeth, d: Shannon Murphy
Joker, d: Todd Phillips
An Officer and a Spy, d: Roman Polanski
The Laundromat, d: Steven Soderbergh
No. 7 Cherry Lane, d: Yonfan

Out of Competition – Fiction:

Seberg, d: Benedict Andrews
Adults in the Room, d: Costa-Gavras
The King, d: David Michod
Tutto Il Mio Folle Amore, d: Gabriele Salvatores

Out of Competition – Special Screenings

The New Pope, d: Paolo Sorrentino
Never Just a Dream: Stanley Kubrick and Eyes Wide Shut, d: Matt Wells

** per calculations from World of Reel‘s Jordan Ruimy.

28 years ago James Cameron‘s T2: Judgment Day delivered a classic high-velocity action sequence, set in a Los Angeles riverbed of concrete and chain-link fences, punctuated by shotgun blasts and physics-defying vehicle leaps. Robert Patrick‘s T-1000 in a sheared-off truck cab vs. Arnold Schwarzenegger‘s Terminator-on-a-Harley with Eddie Furlong hanging on for dear life. The action pushed the limits of natural law but audiences bought it because it was cyborg vs. cyborg.

In a just-posted trailer for Ang Lee‘s Gemini Man (and specifically between the :04 and :10 mark), there’s a vaguely similar high-speed sequence involving Will Smith‘s Henry Brogen vs. Smith’s “Junior” (i.e., himself as a young man), both on motorcycles and firing weapons at each other. What happens to Junior defies any standard of half-assed credulity, of course — action films have become increasingly hostile to the laws of physics over the last 20-plus years — and this time there’s no cyborg exception. The two Brogens might as well be in a Road Runner vs. Coyote cartoon.

The fact is that CG bullshit is detectable in every standout action moment in the Gemini Man trailer. It goes without saying that Ang Lee is no second-tier genre hack. He’s a serious, grade-A filmmaker, and it follows that I’d like very much to believe in each and every aspect of this visually ambitious thriller. But the trailer is telling me that’s not in the cards.

Respect and affection for the late Rutger Hauer, who passed a few days ago at age 75.

A grand, gentle fellow with a flirting-with-extremes personality, Hauer will always be remembered for two iconic ’80s roles — Roy Batty in Blade Runner (’82) and the creepy John Ryder in The Hitcher (’86) — along with his last hoo-hah performance in Hobo With A Shotgun (’11). I’m not forgetting or dismissing his ’70s work with Paul Verhoeven — Turkish Delight (’73), Soldier of Orange (’77) and Spetters (’80) — but the above three are the keepers.

Hauer was taking cigarette breaks when I interviewed him in Park City eight and a half years ago for Hobo. He was 66 then, and we all know that you can’t smoke at that age. If you need to go there smoking is for your teens, 20s and 30s. You have to quit by age 40 — no negotiations.

From “Shotgun Superstar,” posted on 1.26.11:

My Rutger Hauer encounter this morning was smooth and mellow. Hobo With A Shotgun, which I saw directly after, is a relentlessly low-rent Troma splatter film — another ’70s grindhouse flick in “quotes.” (You don’t mind the awful dialogue spoken by the bad guys, right? Of course you don’t!)

But the title and the whatever-you-want-to-make-it metaphor are brilliant, and Hauer, 66, is reaping the benefits. His scumbag-blasting bum is the most iconic role he’s played since The Hitcher (’86), and before that Roy Batty in Blade Runner (’82).

If I was a director-writer, I’d write something for Hauer in which he plays the absolute opposite of an enraged, socially-avenging hobo. I would cast him as a rich, hip sculptor who lives in lower Manhattan — a guy who meditates and writes poetry, knows how to prepare Northern Italian cuisine and has his grandkids over on weekends. I would leave the hobo behind and never look back.

Hauer is gentle, polite, considerate. Being a famous actor he’s used to a certain amount of attention. And (I mean this in the most admiring way possible) he’s a bit of an eccentric. He talks about whatever mood he might be in. He goes outside to smoke. He politely declined to drink Bloody Marys with everyone else. (Discipline!) He wore black Converse lace-up sneakers — very cool.

Two months ago I wrote that I was getting an Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close vibe from John Crowley‘s The Goldfinch (Warner Bros., 9.13). I tend to have difficulty with trauma-recovery dramas, especially those involving terrorism. And I have to be honest — I don’t like sensitive little boys who wear glasses.

Nothing has changed with the new trailer.

Based on Donna Tartt’s 2015 novel and set for release during the Toronto Film Festival. Ansel Elgort, Oakes Fegley, Aneurin Barnard, Finn Wolfhard, Sarah Paulson, Luke Wilson, Jeffrey Wright, Nicole Kidman. I’m sorry but it feels like a no-go.

The “whoo-whoo” backing vocals on “Sympathy for the Devil” were added when Keith Richard‘s girlfriend, Anita Pallenberg, chimed in during a take and the Stones liked how it sounded. Pallenberg sang it on the record along with Richards, Brian Jones, Bill Wyman, Marianne Faithfull and Stones producer Jimmy Miller.

Miller: “Pallenberg was the epitome of what was happening at the time. She was very Chelsea. She’d arrive with the elite film crowd. During the recording of ‘Sympathy For The Devil’ when I started going ‘whoo, whoo’ in the control room, so did they. So I had the engineer set up a mike so they could go out in the studio and whoo, whoo for real.”

I find the phrase “there are five second acts in this movie” totally fascinating. I’ve never once assessed or evaluated that a film has this problem. (If in fact it is one.) Multiple second acts! Hollywood Elsewhere-wise, this is an entirely fresh analytical construct. I can’t even think of a film that has multiple second acts, but that means nothing as I’m still grappling with this. Perhaps the HE community could point out examples of well-known films that have multiple second acts.

I’ve pasted a bold X next to those 2019 Toronto Film Festival films that I believe will actually matter (or aspire to matter) to persons of consequence, and will presumably stick to the ribs. Tell me what I’m missing or should pay closer attention to.

TIFF World Premieres (i.e., not going to Venice and Telluride):

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (d: Marielle Heller) X
Blackbird (d: Roger Michell) X
Dolemite Is My Name (d: Craig Brewer) X
Greed (d: Michael Winterbottom)
The Goldfinch (d: John Crowley) X
Harriet (d: Kasi Lemmons)
Hustlers (d: Lorene Scafaria)
Jojo Rabbit (d: Taika Waititi)
Just Mercy (d: Destin Daniel Cretton) X
Knives Out (d: Rian Johnson)
The Personal History of David Copperfield (d: Armando Iannucci) X
True History of the Kelly Gang (d: Justin Kurrel)
Western Stars (d: Bruce Springsteen) X
While at War (d: Alejandro Amenabar)

TIFF North American Premieres (going to Venice but not Telluride):

Ema (d: Pablo Larrain) X
Guest of Honor (d: Atom Egoyan)
Joker (d: Todd Phillips) small x
The Painted Bird (d: Václav Marhoul) X
The Laundromat (d: Steven Soderbergh) X
Weathering With You (Shinkai)
A Herdade (Guedes)
No.7 Cherry Lane (Yonfan)
Saturday Fiction (Lou Ye)

TIFF Canadian Premieres (going to Telluride):

Ford v Ferrari (d: James Mangold) X
Judy (d: Rupert Goold) X
Uncut Gems (The Safdies) X
Motherless Brooklyn (d: Edward Norton) X
Portrait of a Lady on Fire (d: Celine Sciamma) X
Pain and Glory (d: Pedro Almodovar) X

Going to Venice + Telluride + TIFF :

Marriage Story (d: Noah Baumbach) X

Not mentioned in TIFF announcement</u>:

Ad Astra (Venice rumored) X
First Cow (Venice rumored)
The Aeronauts (Venice rumored) X
Against All Enemies (Venice rumored) X
Queen and Slim (d: Melina Matsoukas) X
Little Women (d: Greta Gerwig) X
Wendy (d: Benh Zeitlin) X
A Hidden Life (d: Terrence Malick) X
Nomadland
Lucy in the Sky (d: Noah Hawley) X
Waves (d: Trey Edward Shults) X
Falling (d: Viggo Mortensen)
Ammonite (d: Francis Lee)

List categories and content courtesy of World of Reel‘s Jordan Ruimy.

Sometime in the late summer or early fall of ’93 I did a Movieline interview with Leonardo DiCaprio, when he was 18 or 19. He had recently done What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?m but he’d shot up since and was rail-thin and sharp as a tack in conversation. We did lunch in The Grill in Beverly Hills, a noisy place favored by agents, producers and lookie-lous. I remember sitting in that booth and listening to him free-associate while saying to myself, ‘This kid’s got it…I can feel the current.’

Now Leo is 44 and goateed and filled-out (the string-bean physique disappeared 20 years ago) and talking about how Once Upon A Time in Hollywood is a bit of a dinosaur enterprise (shot on film, intended for theatres, invested in physical sets and a certain kind of classic filmmaking), and I’m slapping my head as I realize that this guy who was the age of a high-school senior in ’93 is identifying with the old guard…he’s saying “wow, the world is changing but I hope we can keep making this kind of film for people to see in theatres,” etc.

It’s one thing to hear an older GenX or boomer-aged person lament the way things are going with streaming and whatnot, but to hear a relatively young guy like Leo say this…well, I’ve said it. Leo will be 50 in five and 1/3 years.

Interview footage provided by Variety‘s Marc Malkin.

The trailer for Kasi Lemmons‘ Harriet (Focus Features, 11.1) feels a little too on-the-nose. The obvious gold standard in this agony-of-slavery realm is Steve McQueen‘s 12 Years A Slave, but I’m not sensing a similar degree of investment and authenticity. Tonally it reminds me a little bit of Nate Parker‘s Birth of a Nation. (In that 2016 film the hateful young white slave owner was played by Armie Hammer; here the same type of character is played by Joe Alwyn.) I loved Cynthia Erivo in McQueen’s Widows, but Janelle Monae isn’t exuding “period” vibes. Harriet will play the Toronto Film Festival, but not Venice or Telluride. I’d love to see Harriet become an important, must-see film, if for no other reason than the Trump administration’s reported decision to delay the Harriet Tubman $20 dollar bill until at least 2026.