I was under a strong anesthetic when the news broke yesterday about Kevin Hart hosting the Oscars, and today was mostly about states of woozy-groggy, pain medication, slipping in and out of the cave and not glancing at my reflection in a mirror of any kind. So let’s pretend the Hart announcement happened a few hours ago. The first reactions were approving. Then came the short Oscar jokes followed by the unrepentant homophobia stuff. I presume Hart is going to weather the pushback, but you can bet he’ll be taken to task over the next several weeks. Thoughts?
“Mule” Share
A director-writer pally has seen Clint Eastwood‘s The Mule, and shared the following:
“I can confide this is B-level Eastwood in the tradition of Gran Torino — a star vehicle for the aging actor and compelling because of his iconic presence and star lineage.
“It’s also in the tradition of Space Cowboys in that it’s a well-made programmer with a certain emotional resonance based on longtime feelings about a star whose career is probably near the end.
“Seeing Eastwood play an actual old man is somewhat jarring to see — to his credit. Think of The Shootist in John Wayne‘s canon.
“The Mule isn’t as elegiac as Unforgiven, but is much more compelling than, say, Trouble With The Curve.
“Bradley Cooper adds some contemporary resonance as it’s compelling to see a current triple threat pursuing an older auteur, lending a unique subtext.
“And yes, there’s a song — ‘Don’t Let The Old Man In’ by Toby Keith.”
John Carpenter’s “The Fog”
12.4, 7:30 pm: I’m out of surgery and all stitched up. I’ve been awake for roughly 90 minutes. Physically thrown for a loop or what? I seriously underestimated (under-anticipated?) how traumatized I would feel. Groggy, woozy. Surgery began at 2 pm. Three and a half to four hours under the knife. As I was coming out of the cave I was wondering if I might be dreaming. My gradual realization that this fog state was real-world was very slow in arriving. My brain was operating in slow-mo; my ability to form words and speak with any clarity was limited, to say the least.
11 pm: I’m back to my usual lucid self. Well, 85% to 90%. The MacBook Pro is plugged in, etc. I didn’t begin to snap out of it until 9:30 or 10 pm or thereabouts.
Newbie
Tweeted on 12.3 by Hanna Blanke: “One of my students has used the word ‘fucktangular‘ in an informal essay to describe a situation that was complicated and messy in multiple unpleasant and difficult ways. I am in the presence of greatness and I am stealing this word.”
“Captain Marvel” Flotsam
The message of the new Captain Marvel trailer, which I’ve seen but can’t paste in this space because I’m lying on a hospital gurney, is “here comes more Marvel flashbang jizz-whizz…you know you want it, you know you do. And even if you don’t, you’re gettin’ it.”
From Randy Newman‘s “I’m Dead But I Don’t Know It”: “I got nothin’ more to say / I’m gonna say it anyway.”
No Question
Hotshot director to HE: “Joanna Kulig has to be among the Best Actress front-runners. Astounding performance in Cold War. Unfortunately voters will not see her. Academy cinema was almost empty [during last weekend’s] Academy members screening.”
HE to hotshot: “Really? I love her.”
Hotshot to HE: “And the film itself is easily the year’s best.”
HE to hotshot: “Agreed.”
How Will Things Work In 2030?
Because I go to several film festivals each year, I get to watch the finest feature films under the best of technical circumstances (perfect projection, tip-top-sound) and with the most attuned and responsive audiences in the world — i.e., journalists, distributors and filmmakers.
It doesn’t get much better than that, but the quality plummets when you sink into the realm of commercial cinemas and ticket-buyers. And I guess I’m wondering if viewing conditions will be any better in theatres, or will the slovenly gorilla factor take over exhibition entirely?
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The Only History-Making Best Picture Contender
It’s not a reach to say that 25 or 50 years hence, Ryan Coogler‘s Black Panther will be the only 2018 Best Picture contender to be routinely referenced by film historians. Respect, admire, like or love it, there’s no question it’ll be regarded as one of the most important 21st Century films ever made. Because it became a major cultural game-changer, and because the scale of its financial success made history.
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Echoes of ’68
Snapped on 12.1, the Arc de Triumph image was taken by Veronique de Viguerie of Getty Images. What are the Parisian protests about? Emmanuel Macron’s intention to impose a “carbon tax” on petrol and diesel with the aim of funding changes that will try to remedy climate change and transition the French economy to green energy. But rural French workers are fuming as they will bear the brunt of the tax, and will be forced to pay a higher percentage of their income on fuel.
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A couple of weeks ago I explained that I have a mild basal-cell carcinoma problem that will require surgical removal. That surgery is slated for tomorrow morning around 10 am. I’ll be under a general anasthetic. I probably won’t be filing until the late afternoon, if that. Not a biggie (basal cell skin cancers are benign) but has to be done.
Two Court Martials
In Stanley Kubrick‘s Paths of Glory (’57), Kirk Douglas played a French military officer who defends four French soldiers accused of cowardice under fire, and who were facing a death penalty. The film was shot in Bavaria, Germany. Four years later Douglas repeated this experience. In Gottfried Reinhardt‘s Town Without Pity, which was also shot in Bavaria, Douglas played a military officer who defends four American G.I.’s accused of raping a local girl, and who were also facing a death penalty.
Kubrick’s film is brilliant, of course — arguably the finest anti-war film of the 20th Century. And it boasts one of Douglas’s best performances. But the first two-thirds of Town With Pity, which I streamed this evening, are rough going. It’s basically a crude and rather cruel exploitation film — clunky dialogue, on-the-nose acting, a leering tone, occasional passages that feel almost amateurish.
The last third, however, is shattering. The rape victim (played by the late Christine Kaufmann) is put through the ringer and essentially raped a second time during Douglas’s cross-examination. The pitch-black finale is delivered straight and cold, over and out.
“Opportunity Is Not A Lengthy Visitor”
This is a terrible thing to say, but for the first time in my life Bruce Springsteen is talking like an old guy. A guy who isn’t paying close attention, I mean, and is sounding a bit out-of-it. I’m referring to his Sunday Times Magazine quote, to wit: “I don’t see anyone out there at the moment…the man who can beat Trump, or the woman who can beat Trump.” I was thinking the same thing two or three months ago, but no longer.