Gray suit and a black T-shirt…cool. But with shiny white sneakers? I’ve always harbored an inexplicable animal dislike of Taron Egerton, and this cinches it. The white shoes aren’t entirely Egerton’s doing — it’s the fashion frame of reference he grew up with. I’ve long contended that Millennials (Egerton was born in November ’89) have the worst fashion sense of any generation in the history of western civilization.

I can’t believe I’m actually going to hump it down to the Arclight to pay money to see The Best of Enemies, which is allegedly half-decent but less than electric or galvanizing. That’s because STX and Sunshine Sachs didn’t invite a lot of us to a screening, and offer to send any streaming links.

Based on Osha Gray Davidson‘s “The Best of Enemies: Race and Redemption in the New South”, it’s about some kind of mano e mano that led to a rapproachment between civil rights activist Ann Atwater (Taraji P. Henson) and Ku Klux Klan leader C.P. Ellis (Sam Rockwell) in 1971.

To go by this trailer for Andrew Slater’s Echo in The Canyon, there’s a night-and-day difference between (a) what seems like a generic boomer nostalgia doc that explores and celebrates the ’60s Laurel Canyon musician community (Jackson Browne, Ringo Starr, Brian Wilson, Eric Clapton, Beck, Michelle Phillips, David Crosby, Cat Power, Lou Adler, Stephen Stills) that influenced everyone and everything back in the day, and (b) a rich, double-down, grade-A, personal-confession doc like A.J. Eaton and Cameron Crowe‘s David Crosby: Remember My Name.

Echo in the Canyon opens on 5.24 at Arclight’s Cinerama Dome in Los Angeles. Jakob Dylan, the Wallflowers crooner and son of Bob Dylan, handles the narration and interviewing. Right away the question is “why him? what’s the connection?”

From my Sundance review of the Eaton-Crowe doc: “Triple grade-A doc…the antithesis of a kiss-ass, ‘what a great artist’ tribute, but at the same time a profoundly moving warts-and-all reflection piece…hugely emotional, meditative, BALDLY PAINFULLY NAKEDLY HONEST…God! There’s a special spiritual current that seeps out when an old guy admits to each and every failing of his life without the slightest attempt to rationalize or minimize…’I was a shit, I was an asshole, how is it that I’m still alive?,’ etc. Straight, no chaser.

“And this isn’t because I’m partial to boomer nostalgia flicks or because so many are being shown here, or because I grew up with the Byrds (12-string twangly-jangly), Joni Mitchell, Crosby, Stills and Nash and that whole long lyrical–frazzled history. It’s about the tough stuff and the hard rain…about addiction and rage and all but destroying your life, and then coming back semi-clean and semi-restored, but without any sentimentality or gooey bullshit.”

From The Washington Post‘s Ellen Nakashima, Carol D. Leonnig and Rosalind S. Helderman: “Members of Robert Mueller’s team have complained to close associates that the evidence they gathered on obstruction was alarming and significant.

“‘It was much more acute than Barr suggested,’ said one person, who, like others, spoke on the condition of anonymity because of the subject’s sensitivity.

The New York Times‘ Nicholas Fandos, Michael S. Schmidt and Mark Mazzetti first reported “that some special counsel investigators feel that Barr did not adequately portray their findings.

“Some members of the office were particularly disappointed that Barr did not release summary information the special counsel team had prepared, according to two people familiar with their reactions. ‘There was immediate displeasure from the team when they saw how the attorney general had characterized their work instead,’ according to one U.S. official briefed on the matter.”

Like Francis Coppola, Brian DePalma‘s heyday was in the ’60s, ’70s and ’80s. The film looks and feels low-rent. Nikolaj Coster–Waldau and Clarice van Houten (who replaced Christina Hendricks) are “names” but not stars. The 2017 shoot (partly in Spain, partly in Denmark) was reportedly a mess.

“I had a lot of problems in financing Domino. I never experienced such a horrible movie set. A large part of our team has not even been paid yet by the Danish producers. This was my first experience in Denmark and most likely my last.

“Domino is [about] a revenge of a cop duo against terrorists who killed another. For me the film was more of an opportunity to explore a visual narrative. In the film, terrorists are obsessed with the idea that their actions are instantly visible live on the internet or on TV. It’s not my project. I did not write the script.” — Brian DePalma quoted by The Playlist‘s Rodrigo Perez on 6.5.18.

The fifth-estate Cinemacon cheering section went apeshit this morning over a longish Rocketman reel. Most of it seems to boil down to “Taron Egerton‘s performance as Elton John is a lock for a Best Actor Oscar nom.” Fine, great, terrific. Nobody said a word, of course, about the fact that Egerton’s singing voice (how many times have I said this?) sounds like a cruise-ship imitator rather than the real thing. Which would seem to contrast poorly with Rami Malek‘s very Freddie Mercury-like singing voice in Bohemian Rhapsody.

I and I alone will determine the value of Egerton’s performance (which will obviously include his not-good-enough imitation of John’s singing) and of course Rocketman itself when I see it in Cannes.

I think it’s kinda great that Francis Coppola, who will turn 80 in three or four days, is really and truly planning to direct Megalopolis, which he’s been preparing for many years and almost got rolling 18 or 19 years ago.

Deadline‘s Michael Fleming reported this earlier today.

Pic is “the story of an architect’s battle to build an ideal world…a hero’s fight to realize his dream to build a city of the future,” Coppola said in ’01.

On 9.16.15 One Room With A View‘s David Brake described the lead character, Serge Catalane, as “a genius architect, controversial icon and lover of debauchery.”

Coppola to Fleming: “I plan this year to begin my longstanding ambition to make a major work utilizing all I have learned during my long career, beginning at age 16 doing theater, and that will be an epic on a grand scale, which I’ve entitled Megalopolis. It is unusual. It will be a production on a grand scale with a large cast. It makes use of all of my years of trying films in different styles and types culminating in what I think is my own voice and aspiration.”

Megalopolis is “not within the mainstream of what is produced now, but I am intending and wishing and in fact encouraged, to begin production this year,” Coppola said.

Due respect, but inspiration and the chance to deliver a profound artistic creation is usually something that passes through you, like stormy weather through Kansas. You either manage to do something with it or you don’t, but all film artists of note have peak periods in which they’re channelling Godly currents. Mostly this happens in their late 30s, 40s and 50s. There are always exceptions to the rule, of course, but it is not an expression of disrespect to say that Coppola is well past his spiritual and creative grace period, and that he’s almost certainly not going to get it back at age 80 or 81. He might, yes, but look at the odds.

Coppola’s last ambitious failure was 35 years ago — The Cotton Club. His 21st Century indie films — Youth Without Youth, Tetro, Twixt — were entirely negligible. He obviously had a monumental run in the ’70s. His last ambitious mixed-bagger was One From The Heart, which premiered 38 years ago. He’s had his day. We all know this.

I nonetheless find it wholly admirable and salutable that he’s planning to make Megalopolis soon. All power to him.

Earlier today the Toronto Globe and Mail‘s Barry Hertz tweeted an opinion about Will Smith in Disney’s Aladdin…a three-word opinion, I mean, that is certain to become a meme and live in a kind of film-twitter infamy:

“New look at Aladdin includes full performance of ‘Friend Like Me’ (including Will Smith “briefly beat-boxing”). I’m going to be honest: it is pure nightmare fuel. It just looks…unnatural. The #CinemaCon audience liked it, though. Wishful thinking, I guess.”

What does “pure nightmare fuel” mean? That Hertz was suddenly imagining an actual nightmare scenario in which the blue-skinned Smith genie is chasing him around a big cave and threatening to turn him into an animal?

If some kind of LGBTQ cultural dictatorship was to seize power and straights were more or less obliged to either be closeted or “get with the program” in the same way that The Lobster‘s Colin Farrell was told to find a girlfriend or else be turned into an animal…if the message from on high was that I’d be better off if I could find a boyfriend and at least pretend to be gay, I would try to find a guy who looks like Cary Grant did from the mid ’30s to mid ’40s

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I feel a little bit sad that Inbox — Google’s personalized” mail app that I’d been using on my iPhone since late 2014 — was discontinued yesterday. Granted, the new Gmail app is a little more Inbox-y — spiffier, more colorful, more here-and-now. Not the end of the world, but I just thought I’d say “farewell and adieu” to an app I was fairly happy with.

From Owen Gleiberman‘s Sundance review of Joe Berlinger‘s Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile: “So how is Zac Efron as Ted Bundy? I think he’s startlingly good: controlled, magnetic, audacious, committed and eerily right.

“With his hair grown out into a sort of Bert Convy ‘do, Efron looks the part just fine, and he uses his insidious charisma to grab us from the start, when Ted, haunting a college bar in Seattle in 1969, meets Liz Kendall (Lily Collins), the single mom who will become his romantic and domestic partner throughout the years of his crimes.

“Ted is a kind of actor, a maniac playing a role, yet doing it with such sincerity and flair that it’s not just a role. It’s the person a part of him wants to be. Ted is the sort of ladies’ man who turns heads when he walks down the street. He’s a charmer, a sexy-eyed player, a catch. But he’s a shrewd enough manipulator to know when to play up that image, and to know how to play against it as well. He woos the naïve, fawn-like Liz, who thinks no man could be interested in a secretary with a small daughter, and when he’s in her presence he puts on a major show of being kind, warm, doting, and gentle.”

Costarring John Malkovich, Angela Sarafyan, Jim Parsons, Haley Joel Osment and Kaya Scodelario. Opening in select theaters and Netflix on 5.3.19.

Terrence Malick‘s Radegund, a German-language drama about an Austrian guy who was executed for refusing to fight for the Germans during World War II, has been re-titled A Hidden Life. What exactly was hidden about the life of Franz Jagerstatter? Nothing I can detect from what I’ve read about the man, but Malick’s life…there‘s a definition of hidden.

Other Cannes ’19 beliefs and suspicions, courtesy of Jordan Ruimy: (a) James Gray‘s Ad Astra is a no-go; (b) Tarantino’s editing of Once Upon A Time in Hollywood is taking longer than expected, which is causing some concern; (c) Elton John is allegedly expected to attend a Thursday, 5.16 screening of Rocketman, which means, if true, that the musical biopic won’t be the opening nighter; and (d) Pablo Larrain‘s Ema will likely have a competition slot.