One thing good about Beto O’Rourke intending to finally announce his Presidential candidacy this week (not at some big staged rally but on social media, according to a source) is that at least he’ll have declared before Uncle Joe “Mike Pence is a decent guy” Biden pulls the trigger. At least that.

Said it before, saying it again: Biden’s candidacy will be strictly about his legacy and his mostly boomer-aged supporters doing a farewell nostalgia lap. Boomers (Trump, Biden, Elizabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders included) are finished as far as steering this country into the future is concerned. The 2020 Democratic nominee has to be youngish (Beto or Kamala realm) and reflective of the spirit and convictions of under-45 voters.

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— Meet the Press (@MeetThePress) March 12, 2019

With curly, carefully styled, longish but not too long hair. And probably shiny moussed.

The History Channel series is called Jesus: His Life (debuting 3.25), and the actor portraying him is Greg Barnett, who could play a young Felix Cavaliere in a biopic of The Rascals, or perhaps a good friend of Anthony Soprano, Jr. 15 years ago. He could certainly portray any 2019 resident of Jersey City, Hoboken, Asbury Park or Fort Lee on a reality series. His face screams “PATH train.”

Any way you slice it Barnett looks as much like a first-century Judean as did Jeffrey Hunter in King of Kings or Willem Dafoe in The Last Temptation of Christ or Max Von Sydow in George Stevens‘ The Greatest (and Most Absurdly Miscast) Story Ever Told.

And don’t allow the day. Here inside. Where I hide. With my loneliness.

When disgraced flim-flammer Paul Manafort received a 47-month sentence from conservative federal judge T.S. Ellis two or three days ago, the general reaction was “too lenient! wrist slap! Well below recommended guidelines,” etc.

This morning in a follow-up sentencing for related crimes, federal Washington Judge Amy Berman Jackson gave Manafort a 73-month sentence, part of which will run concurrently with the Ellis sentence. Boiled down, Manafort will do and 7 and 1/2 years behind bars. Ellis gave him nearly four years, and Jackson, who expressed strong condemnation and very little sympathy for Manafort in her sentencing statement, added 3 and 1/2 years.

Bottom line: The Reagan-appointed Ellis gave Manafort more time than the Obama-appointed Jackson. More bottom line: With good behavior Manafort will do 68 months more (because he;s already served nine months), resulting in a grand total of five years and eight months more in the slam.

Right after the Jackson sentencing Manhattan District Attorney Cyrus Vance Jr. announced an indictment of Manafort on charges “related to mortgage fraud and falsifying business records in order to obtain millions of dollars.” The idea is to ensure that gout foot will still face prison time if President Trump pardons him for his federal crimes.

Sic semper scumbaggus.

“Please let my wife and I be together,” Manafort begged Jackson before sentencing. “Please do not take away any longer than the 47 months. If not for me, then for my family.”

In a Los Angeles Review of Books piece titled “Kompromat: Or, Revelations from the Unpublished Portions of Andrea Manafort’s Hacked Texts,” Maya Gurantz explores allegations by Manafort’s daughter that he arranged (i.e., paid) for his wife Kathleen to be gang-banged in a hotel room by black dudes, while Manafort watched.

In the forthcoming Long Shot, Charlize Theron plays a 40ish Secretary of State planning a run for the White House, and Seth Rogen plays a political journalist whom Theron hires to be her speechwriter, in part because she babysat him when she was in her teens. Reading the reviews got me thinking about a babysitter episode of my own, when I was nine or ten…

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To be fair, Tim Burton‘s Dumbo is no King Kong remake. The 1941 Disney original ran a mere 64 minutes; Burton’s newbie runs 130 minutes. Twice as long, but probably not as indulgent as Jackson’s remake, which, by the way, I will never, ever see again.

“But Tony with his compulsiveness and selfishness…he’s locked up in that fuckin’ head of his.” Such a great line — so many people on this earth are, in fact, prisoners of their personalities and pasts and genetic inheritance…and a lot of them doing solitary.

When I think of Daniel Patrick Moynihan, the first thing that comes to mind is his distinguished record of service as a New York Senator from ’77 to ’01, and as a liberal but practical-minded government guy (Labor Dept. under Kennedy and Johnson, adviser to Richard Nixon, U.N. ambassador under Ford). The second thing is that pulled-down, checked-pattern cap he used to wear when he walked around Manhattan. The third thing is that line he said after JFK was murdered, which went something like “if you’re Irish you know that sooner or later life will break your heart.”

The Writers Guild of America has issued a blistering report that explains the reasons for their displeasure with the top four Hollywood talent agencies, and basically accuses them of extensive and illegal conflicts of interest. The report basically says that the four agencies aren’t really interested in “representing writers” as much as raping and pillaging and becoming super-kingdom conquistadors with their fingers in all kinds of whipped-cream money pies.

“While the major agencies have pursued growth through conflicts of interest, these practices contravene how agents are required to act under state and federal law,” the report said. “By maximizing their own profits and now the profits of outside investors, these agencies have strayed from their core purpose of representing the interests of their clients.”

Variety: “The report, titled ‘No Conflict, No Interest,’ targets CAA, WME, UTA, and ICM Partners and asserts that the four agencies handle 75% of the transactions involving the 12,000 members of the WGA. It was issued at an audio news conference Tuesday and comes amid an acrimonious battle between the guild and the Association of Talent Agents.”

UTA honcho Jeremy Zimmer has explained his position in a longish, sensibly phrased letter.

Four years ago I wrote that I’ve always respected Zimmer for having uttered, when he was at ICM nearly 30 years ago, an uncharacteristically blunt (and, as it turned out, prophetic) assessment of the basic nature of Hollywood’s agent culture:

“The big agencies are all like animals, raping and pillaging each other day in and day out.” (My admiration grew years later when Zimmer’s thought was echoed by Matt Zoller Seitz when he said in a 2006 Slate piece that Barry Lyndon was about “animals in clothes.”)

Zimmer’s quote, which resulted in ICM chairman Jeff Berg showing him the door, was first reported by Variety (I think) and almost concurrently by Spy‘s “Celia Brady”.

…Chris Pratt will be an amiable, cruise-along, conservative-minded, go-for-the-paycheck beefalo…forever teetering between “well-fed” and “whoa, time to watch the intake and hit the treadmill.”

As the fiancee of Katherine Schwarzenegger and future son-in-law of “green” Republican Arnold Schwarzenegger, Pratt is well allied. He’s kind of a John Wayne figure, in a way. Fraternal, smiling, “big,” a traditionalist with his hand out and ready to rock ‘n’ roll.

And I don’t care how amusing the intro to the trailer is (“Sorry, guys, you can’t watch this“).

And I don’t care how shitty the reviews are, to wit: “Those who find joy in 11-year-olds dropping the F-bomb, and otherwise talking smack they really don’t understand, will be in hysterics for the full hour and a half of Good Boys. Anyone looking for a little more in the way of comic inspiration is likely to be disappointed by this mediocre comedy from director Gene Stupnitsky and co-writer Lee Eisenberg” — Variety‘s Dennis Harvey.

Nothing will overtake my initial impression about Good Boys (Universal, 8.16), which was that totally moronic, p.c.-inflamed, tinted-blackface controversy that erupted for a day or two last August. The one involving Good Boys (Universal, 8.16), and which ignited after TMZ posted photos of a stand-in for 11-year-old Keith Williams wearing makeup to darken his skin color? Which resulted in producer Seth Rogen apologizing, etc.? And which Indiewire‘s Zack Sharf tried to further inflame by getting at least one cinematographer to say that the practice of applying blackface for lighting purposes was “unorthodox.”

…while hating it. It’s so smartass modern attitude, so oppressively unsubtle, so CG eye-candy’ed to a fare-thee-well. Tatyana and I were eating last night in a great Indian restaurant (Flavor of India, 7950 Sunset Blvd., next to DGA) and of course they were showing Bollywood films on their two big flatscreens. I got sucked into watching one of them, and it seems so clear that Disney’s new Aladdin is essentially a bullshit pixie-dust Bollywood fantasy, aimed at the domestic family saps but also the Asian-Indian market, which will lap this shit right up.