“My Husband Won’t Fuck Me”

“And therefore, being completely post-partum-depressed and hating my dreary motherhood existence and unable to generate any further interest in writing, I am lock-and-load determined to descend into feral madness as well as drag my husband and the audience down into the very same hell-pit….aaaagggghhh!”

HE to JLaw’s “Grace”: “You’re deeply unlikable, as in spitty, sputtering, hell-bent, self-loathing…Jesus.

“If I was in RPatz’s shoes I wouldn’t want to fuck you either. Hell, I wouldn’t even want to receive oral pleasuring from you because you’re in a crazy enough space to abruptly bite into Mr. Happy…I would honestly be afraid of you drawing blood or leaving teeth marks.”

From “Die, My Love Warrants Respect But Joe and Jane Will Hate It,” posted from Cannes on 5.17.25:

“While I respected Lynne Ramsay‘s Die, My Love and what it was on about (i.e., “aaagggghhh!”), the Debussy journos didn’t go for it. Too grim, too downish in a one-note sense, no plot pivots of any kind….just a downward swirl into the gathering storm of Jennifer Lawrence‘s postpartum derangement….down, down, down.

“Then again it’s presented in 1.37…boxy is beautiful, bruh.

“What is Die My Love really about?

“Just as Alfred Hitchcock‘s The Birds wasn’t so much a restrained horror film about malicious winged demons as an indictment of social complacency, Die, My Love isn’t so much about JLaw’s descent into self-destructive madness as a portrayal of the dull horror of doing almost nothing with your life while caring for a child…an indictment of middle-class, stay-at-home-and-burp-the-baby-while-baking-cookies momism.”

“Old-School Oscar Bait…Most Prestigious Hollywood WWII drama of 1988”

Well, guess what? HE loves the idea of sitting through a two-and-a half-hour Oscar bait flick from that electric season of George Bush-vs.-Michael Dukakis-vs.-Willie Horton-vs.Lee Atwater. I really like “competent and watchable”!!

And yet Sony Pictures Classics, the film’s distributor, has been playing a little bit of “hide the ball” as far as screenings and streaming access is concerned. We all know what that means.

Ironic “Nuremberg” Nudge to MAGA Slowboats: “You can reclaim your former glory.”

From Owen Gleiberman’s 9.7 review: “Written and directed by James Vanderbilt, Nuremberg presents itself as lavishly somber and important and includes several not-so-veiled references to the rise of intolerance, and the need to maintain international standards of justice, in the world today.

“But competent and watchable as it is, Nuremberg isn’t big on psychological tension or insight. As Herman Goring, Russell Crowe acts with consummate command even as Göring, by design, keeps the audience at arm’s length. But Rami Malek‘s Lieutenant Colonel Douglas Kelley brings a weird insecurity; along the way, his Kelley almost seems to forget what his job is.”

I distinctly recall being taught in my teens that the central character’s last name was spelled Goering. (The Wiki page confirms this.) So what is this “Goring” shit?

“Turn The Volume Up!”

After last night’s anti-Trump blowout, Democrats with political aspirations coast to coast now absolutely understand two things:

(1) The way to further winning is to run on average-guy affordability issues, which is to say mimic Zohran Mamdani‘s campaign minus the free buses (because we don’t want any smelly, urine-stained bums riding the buses in the afternoons and early evenings); and…

(2) Totally abandon woke identity politics in all its forms, and that especially means throwing the trans issue (including gender-affirming care) under the bus. Just dump that identity shit while embracing affordability issues…simple.

I love (a) Mamdani’s quick mind and smile, (b) his considerable rhetorical skills, (c) the fact that he had the balls to mention Eugene Debs and Fiorello LaGuardia last night (I 100% guarantee that the vast majority of Millennials and Zoomers who voted for Zohran have NEVER HEARD of Debs or LaGuardia), and (d) the fact that he’s a couple of years younger than my two owns, Jett and Dylan.

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Has There Ever Been A Whale-Sized Hero In A Hollywood Monster Flick? Just Asking.

On top of which the once young and matinee-idol handsome Brendan Fraser turns 58 on 12.3.25. Costar Rachel Weisz celebrated her 55th last March.

No one’s advocating for size or age discrimination here, but traditions are traditions.

The only girthy-protagonist-vs.-monster precedent is Lou Costello in those goofball Abbott-and-Costello horror japes. HE’s favorites are (a) Hold That Ghost! (‘41) and (b) Abbott and Costello Meet The Mummy (‘55). But Mummy Costello was ten years younger (48) than Fraser.

Anti-Trump Vim & Vigor

10:06 pm: It’ll probably be another hour or so before the vote on California’s Prop. 50 is known, but here’s hoping for a decisive majority.

11:08 pm update: Prop. 50 passes! — 65% pro, 35% con. Gov. Gavin Newsom rolled the dice with his political ass on the line, and he’s won big.

Friedman Finally Posts 10.16 Woody Interview (i.e., The One He Pulled Last Weekend)

Posted on 10.30.25: Neil Rosen and Roger Friedman have un-posted (i.e., taken down) a convivial discussion with Woody Allen. The chat happened two weeks ago ago inside Woody’s downstairs den.

Friedman to HE (received at 6:54 pm eastern): “I don’t know how you came upon the unlisted link to our Woody Allen interview. It was not yours to publish. We’re always grateful for publicity, but the piece was not finished. It’s been removed and will launch soon properly. I’m disappointed that you didn’t contact me before posting it. Just so there’s no question, Woody loves the interview. It’s our decision to launch it properly.”

Hungry For Seconds

Friendo: “Right now Sentimental Value is one of the most profound arguments against AI. Whatever you may feel about Chat GPT 5, Grok 4, Claude 4.5, Deepseek R1 and Gemini 2.0, they can’t replicate what Sentimental Value holds and nurtures and quietly delivers in a couple of hundred different ways.”

I’ll finally be seeing Joachim Trier‘s film again tomorrow night (Wednesday at 7:15 pm)…my first and only previous viewing was six months ago in Cannes.

Am I sorry that director-cowriter Trier didn’t write a role for an obese, wheelchaired LGBTQ-of-color character? Or that he didn’t least insert a South Korean maid who gets stuck in a heavy rainstorm while shopping? Am I sorry that he decided against making Stellan Skarsgard‘s paterfamilias into a late-blooming homosexual (like Chris Plummer in Beginners)? Yes, I’m sorry for this…all of it. Because Sentimental Value would have a much better chance of taking the Best Picture Oscar if he’d constructed his film with a nice, diverse Wicked: For Good attitude.

Too many white Norweigans = definite Academy issues.

Night of the Living Trans…Whoa, Hold On!

This Gold’s Gym member (POC on the left) is obviously arrogant, egoistic and horridly insensitive. If there was a God she would be sentenced to a year in a damp isolated dungeon for her trans hate.

Darth Vader Levitates…He’s Now Keir Dullea‘s “2001” Starchild, Gazing Down Upon Blue Planet

At least Dick Cheney stood firmly against Donald Trump, whom he regarded (and probably still regards in the afterife realm) as a stone sociopath.

Way back in February 2006

Vice-President Dick Cheney having shot a guy he was hunting with isn’t funny. The victim, a 78 year-old lawyer named Harry Whittington, could have been seriously hurt and thank fortune he’s in stable condition, etc.

What is funny to me is that New York Times report that said Cheney “fired his shotgun without realizing that Mr. Whittington had approached him from behind, spraying his fellow hunter on his right side, on his cheek, neck and chest.”

Full disclosure: I once mistakenly shot one of my own guys with a paintball during a war game I took part in north of Los Angeles, so I know how Cheney might feel. But at least I didn’t tag the guy in the neck and face.

Posted on 10.3.18: Christian Bale‘s Dick Cheney voice is very close to the Real McCoy‘s. Not to mention that unhurried way of speaking and that look of settled, laid-back corruption in his eyes. Plus the bulky appearance (bloated bod, basketball-shaped head) and hairline. And of course the aging as the film moves along. That’s it — I’m a convert. The downside is that Adam McKay‘s Vice doesn’t open until Christmas, which probably means no press screenings until mid-November. Director-screenwriter friend: “I know a couple people who’ve seen Vice, and they’re calling it the movie that Oliver Stone‘s W wanted to be. The only weak link is Steve Carell, who isn’t convincing as Donald Rumsfeld.” I told him I’d heard that Sam Rockwell‘s Dubya is more or less a cameo, two or three scenes. His reply: “Just like in the actual administration, Bush plays a small supporting role. While Bale fully inhabits Cheney like DeNiro did LaMotta in Raging Bull, Carell merely does an impression and shtick under conspicuous makeup.”

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