President George Bush deserved the shoe and more for igniting the greatest foreign-policy blunder in U.S. history and creating ISIS in the bargain. But I have to admit that his seemingly half-amused expression during the shoe-throwing, which indicated a certain “bring it, I can duck it” attitude, is only thing he did that I found…well, half-appealing.
The most recent CNN/SSRS poll says former vice-president Joe Biden (reliable comfort factor, gaffe-y, neck wattle) is still way in front of other prospective Democratic presidential contenders. Now at 30%, Biden is 16 points ahead of Bernie Sanders, who ran nobly and bravely in ’16 but won’t be happening in 2020…he didn’t do well with POCs in ’16 and nobody wants a president who’ll turn 80 in his first year in office. That leaves the surging Congressperson Beto O’Rourke (9%), significantly ahead of Sens. Cory Booker (5%) and Kamala Harris (4%) and way ahead of Sen. Elizabeth Warren (3%).
Dominic Cummings, the chief instigator and architect of the 2016 Brexit initiative, probably did more to negatively affect the English economy (partly by tapping into corresponding attitudes about immigration) than any other British subject in the 21st Century.
The only person I can think of who ignited a similar economic calamity was the late Howard Jarvis, whose 1978 campaign for Proposition 13, an anti-tax initiative, adversely affected the California economy for years to come.
The slightly curious thing is that Cummings’ facial features are arguably more appealing or, you know, conventionally agreeable than those of the otter-faced Benedict Cumberbatch, who plays Cummings in Brexit.
A co-production between HBO and UK’s Channel 4, Brexit will debut on HBO on 1.19.
Hollywood Elsewhere has almost no issues with the winners of the 2018 Boston Online Film Critics Association film awards, and in fact applauds the top two decisions — the Best Picture prize going to Lynne Ramsay‘s You Were Never Really Here, and the Best Director award to Ramsay. Ditto the Best Actor and Best Actress trophies going to First Reformed‘s Ethan Hawke and Hereditary‘s Toni Collette.
BOFCA’s Best Foreign Language Film prize went to Alfonso Cuaron‘s Roma — I would’ve given it to Pawel Pawlikowski‘s Cold War.
Best Picture: You Were Never Really Here
Best Director: Lynne Ramsay, You Were Never Really Here
Best Actor: Ethan Hawke, First Reformed
Best Actress: Toni Collette, Hereditary
Best Supporting Actor: Richard E. Grant, Can You Ever Forgive Me?
Best Supporting Actress: Regina King, If Beale Street Could Talk
Best Screenplay: Paul Schrader, First Reformed
I can’t be bothered to type out the rest; it’s all available on BOFCA’s website.
A friend recently gave me a Samsung 4K Bluray player. It was an extra unit he had lying around so “here, enjoy…Merry Christmas.” I’ve so far watched 4K discs of 2001: A Space Odyssey and The Revenant, but I’m not going to start buying 4K Blurays until they start issuing 4K remasters of large-format classic films (70mm, Ultra Panavision 70, VistaVision), which they’ll probably never do. However, I noticed today that the Samsung 4K player up-rezzes regular 1080p Blurays to 4K resolution. This afternoon I was watching my Bluray of Robert Harris‘ Spartacus restoration, and it looked significantly sharper and more refined on the Samsung 4K than it does on my regular Oppo Bluray player, which is five or six years old. Plus the Samsung generates much louder sound.
Jett had some professional-grade photos done last weekend at the Long Island City studio of a friend, Ted Ou-Yang. Ted is also a Universal Life Church pastor or minister or whatever the correct term is; he married Jett and Cait on 9.22.17. Ted is clearly a pro — he used just the right amount of light and shading in this shot, plus the high-detail threading in Jett’s gray sweater is fairly amazing.
A hot-shot with Believe Digital as well as a talent manager, Jett turned 30 seven months ago.
Last night I caught a special little screening of Amazing Grace, the nearly 47-year-old Aretha Franklin gospel concert doc, at the Park Avenue screening room. It was hosted by producer-savior Alan Elliott and director Spike Lee, a huge fan of the doc who’s trying to generate interest in hopes of landing a nomination for a possible Best Feature Documentary Oscar.
Amazing Grace has qualified itself with two recent theatrical bookings, one in Los Angeles and another at Manhattan’s Film Forum. The latter booking is totally sold out so I’m glad I was able to attend.
Filmed over two nights (Thursday, 1.13.72 and Friday, 1.14.72) inside L.A.’s New Temple Missionary Baptist Church (So. Broadway near 87th Place), Amazing Grace became an unfinished calamity when it became clear that director Sydney Pollack and his crew had captured 20 hours of footage without shooting clapper boards at the start of each take, which in the analog era made the footage impossible to synch in post.
Amazing Grace producer Alan Elliott, director Spike Lee following Thursday’s Park Ave. screening room showing.
How Pollack, who’d been directing features for six or seven years at the time, could have failed to realize that clapper-boarding was essential is one of the all–time great Hollywood mysteries. Maybe he felt it was more important to be unobtrusive — maybe he felt intimidated by the spiritual vapors and didn’t want to get in the way.
Elliott is the music-industry guy who eight or nine years ago finally synched the footage with digital technology. And yet despite this resurrection Franklin, who died from pancreatic cancer last August at age 76, was curiously opposed to letting the film be commercially released. Or even screened at film festivals. She legally prevented Telluride Film Festival showings in both 2015 and ’16.
After Franklin died her estate agreed to let the film be shown. Neon will distribute sometime in early ’19.
Amazing Grace is just as spirit-lifting as the early-birds have been saying. Classic rhythmic bass-throbby gospel, churning and turning and cranking it up…”Oh, my…oh, yeah! Oh, my…oh, yeah!” (That might have been my own private chorus.) I’ve been listening to Franklin’s singing all my life, but to watch her improvise and embroider and work through a song top to bottom, little beads of sweat covering her face and neck, her concentration fierce and unwavering — pure flight, pure emotion, pure reach-for-the-skies.
Franklin is supported by top-tier pros…maximum energy, discipline, coordination. The barrel-chested Rev. James Cleveland (who died at age 59 in 1991) at the piano. The Southern California Community Choir, led by Alexander Hamilton. And Franklin’s superb backup band — guitarist Cornell Dupree, bassist Chuck Rainey, drummer Bernard Purdie, organist Ken Lupper, conga player Pancho Morales — is as good as it gets. They were a kind of Wrecking Crew-plus; Elliott said last night they were the session guys for the 1962 recording of the Four Seasons’ “Sherry.”
The bass-heavy soundtrack sounded analog-y. You could almost hear the tape hiss. It did wonderful things to my rib cage.
Oh, and there are two or three shots of Mick Jagger and Charlie Watts clapping along from behind the back row. Exile on Main Street had been recorded at the time, but was yet to be released. Sticky Fingers had been in circulation for eight or nine months.
Amazing Grace should obviously, definitely be Oscar-nominated. With a 47-years-in-the-making narrative and arriving only four months after Franklin’s death, there doesn’t seem to be much doubt about this.
The IMDB’s claim of a 120-minute running time is incorrect; reviews have reported 87 to 90 minutes. I’m siding with the reviewers.
Elliott and Lee did a q & a after the screening. I captured about ten minutes’ worth on the iPhone.
When the subject of Oscar attention came up, Spike sounded a little bit ambivalent. He mentioned his heartbreak about Driving Miss Daisy having won the Best Picture Oscar over Do The Right Thing, “like it happened yesterday.”
After the q & a ended I asked Spike if he’s seen Green Book, which some have incorrectly said is similar to Driving Miss Daisy. He said he hadn’t.
I’ve said this 50 times, and here comes the 51st. There is, thank goodness, a genre called elevated horror (Hereditary, The Babadook, The Witch, etc.). There is also, sorry to acknowledge, low-rent, shrieky, electric-shock, horseburgers-with-onions horror. The latter, of course, is at least ten times more popular than the former. This is the country and the culture that we live in.
Michael Cohen to George Stephanopoulos: “He knows the truth, I know the truth, others know the truth, and here is the truth: The people of the United States of America, people of the world, don’t believe what he is saying. The man doesn’t tell the truth. And it is sad that I should take responsibility for his dirty deeds. I’m done with the lying…I’m done being loyal to President Trump.”
Here’s the transcript.
I almost feel as if I’ve seen this already, but the trailer for The Mustang is well judged. Obviously a healing-and-therapy movie, but intriguing. The director is Laure de Clermont-Tonnerre, whom I don’t know. I’m sensing the right kind of vibes. Matthias Schoenaerts, Bruce Dern, Connie Britton, etc. Slated for Sundance, opening in March.
As seriously moved, enthralled or charmed as I am by Green Book, Roma, Vice, First Reformed, Can You Ever Forgive Me?, Happy as Lazzaro, Capernaum, The Mule, Black Panther, First Man and A Star Is Born, Pawel Pawlikowski‘s Cold War sits at the top of the heap. (Setting aside the matter of the ending, which I’ve never let bother me.)
No other 2018 film rang my bell quite as loudly or distinctly. I don’t care what category it’s in — no other film is as concise and self-aware and visually glistening and fatalistic as Cold War. It’s pure silvery pleasure, perfectly distilled, the highest iteration of arthouse porn I ran into all year. And it offers the greatest female performance of the year, courtesy of Joanna Kulig.
It’s not often that identity politics & representation attitudes are spelled out as clearly as they were a couple of days ago on Facebook. [12.14 update: The author has asked me to remove a screen capture of same, claiming that it violates his privacy.] The curious thing is that the author puts down Black Panther in the course of defending it. It doesn’t need real “defending” — I’ve never assailed the craft levels (has anyone?). And I’ve said over and over that Black Panther is (a) an historical benchmark film that serves as a kind of grand totem for the social changes of 2018, (b) it’s the most socially grounded Marvel superhero flick ever made, and (c) the final hour really works.
The author also fails to acknowledge the obvious about Crazy Rich Asians, which is that it literally smothers the viewer in wealth-and-real-estate porn, and that if you have the ability to see through the bullshit attitudes and assumptions that these desperately insecure super-wealthy people are coasting on…if you allow yourself to focus on who these awful people really are deep down, Crazy Rich Asians will make you physically sick.
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