Some guy tried to punk me last night by sending a PDF of what he claimed was the first 55 pages of Quentin Tarantino‘s 1969 “not Manson” script. “Couldn’t get the whole thing,” he wrote. “My source only had a brief moment with it, hoping to get the rest next week.” What he sent was the first episode of John McNamara‘s Aquarius, a two-year-old, semi-fictional NBC series, initially set in Los Angeles of late 1967, about a tough L.A. detective (David Duchovny) searching for the teenaged daughter of an ex-girlfriend, and which portrayed Charles Manson (Gethin Anthony) as the cause of her disappearance.

If I was a bigger watcher of network TV I might’ve spotted it right away, but instead I read it. I was initially intrigued by the big “9” on the cover page (the forthcoming project will be Tarantino’s ninth feature that he’s directed and written on his own) and an early scene in which a character orders “a slice of key lime to go” (Tarantino likes pie), but it was obvious early on that it wasn’t a Tarantino script. None of the characters had any of that swagger attitude. No gabbing, no soliloquies, no trademark loquaciousness. Plus the story’s too densely-packed with incident, and Tarantino isn’t big on punch-punch plotting. He’s basically a playwright who works in film.

“I was very shaken. He did a bad thing. What he doesn’t deserve is to be lumped in with Roy Moore, Kevin Spacey or Harvey Weinstein. Or Donald Trump. I know the difference between a man who once acted like a dick and a man who is a dick. I know the difference between someone who behaved like a high-schooler and someone who targeted high-schoolers.”

And by the way…

Earlier today Deadline‘s Mike Fleming asked Get Out director Jordan Peele to explain why Get Out has been submitted for consideration in the Best Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy category for the Golden Globe awards. A little while ago Fleming posted a statement from Peele about this:

“When I originally heard the idea of placing it in the comedy category it didn’t register to me as an issue. I missed it. There’s no category for social thriller. So what? I moved on.

“I made this movie for the loyal black horror fans who have been underrepresented for years. When people began standing up for my voice, it meant a lot. Get Out doesn’t just belong to me any more — now it belongs to everyone.”

The following Peele passage is quite a standout: “The reason for the visceral response to this movie being called a comedy is that we are still living in a time in which African American cries for justice aren’t being taken seriously.” (Wells response: “Agreed, but what does this have to do with trying to pass off a Stepford Wives-like horror film about racial-divide issues as a comedy? Lil Rel Howery is funny in it, but the movie doesn’t seem to be. Okay, except for that ‘I would have voted for Obama three times’ joke.”)

Peele: “It’s important to acknowledge that though there are funny moments, the systemic racism that the movie is about is very real. More than anything, it shows me that film can be a force for change.”

Peele: “At the end of the day, call Get Out horror, comedy, drama, action or documentary…I don’t care. Whatever you call it, just know it’s our truth.” Wells interpretation: “We wanted to win a Golden Globe and figured we had a better shot in the Comedy-Musical category.”

Nominations for the 70th annual Golden Globes will be announced on 12.11, but will Get Out be nominated as Peele has suggested?

The Golden Globe awards will be broadcast by NBC on the evening of Sunday, January 7th.

Earlier today White House Press Secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders noted that while Al Franken has confirmed a claim made against him by Leanne Tweeden, President Trump has denied all claims made by “more than a dozen” women that he pawed or sexually assaulted them, and that this is a plus for the President. Exact Sanders quote: “Franken has admitted wrongdoing and the President hasn’t. I think that’s a very clear distinction.” Asked to evaluate the merits of a possible ethics investigation about a single Franken incident from ’06 vs. several serious-sounding claims against Trump that have been brushed aside, Sanders said that “the American people spoke very loud and clear when they elected the president.”

Sarah Huckabee Sanders on Trump sexual misconduct allegations: "Sen. Franken has admitted wrongdoing and the president hasn't" pic.twitter.com/pUpn6EtYfg

— NBC News (@NBCNews) November 17, 2017

I’m presuming that Griselda Blanco, the real-life narco queen played by Catherine Zeta-Jones in Cocaine Godmother, was also the model for Salma Hayek‘s cartel leader Elena Sanchez in Oliver Stone‘s Savages (’12). Set to debut on Lifetime Network on 1.20.18, Cocaine Godmother was directed by cinematographer Guillermo Navarro, who collaborated with Guillermo del Toro on Pan’s Labyrinth, Hellboy and Pacific Rim, and written by David McKenna (American History X). There’s another biopic about Blanco called The Godmother, which is produced by Nicholas Pileggi. It began shooting two years ago in Puerto Rico, but apparently has no distribution deal. Blanco’s Wikipedia bio is fascinating. Responsible for 200 murders during her heyday in the ’70s and early ’80s, or so it says.

It’s obvious which one-sheet is the grabbier of the two. The tone of the top poster for All The Money In The World (TriStar, 12.22) isn’t just cold-blooded; it borders on sadistic. But once you’ve seen that $100 bill ear with the brownish dried blood, you’re not likely to forget it. You may not like the mentality behind “everyone wants a cut,” but it’s an effective sell. The blood also serves as a metaphor for the occasionally ruthless mindset of billionaire J. Paul Getty, who initially refused to pay ransom demands for his kidnapped grandson, John Paul Getty III.

These are the first All The Money posters, of course, with Christopher Plummer‘s name alongside Michelle Williams and Mark Wahlberg.

I’ve been steering clear of almost all superhero films for quite a while now, and it feels awfully damn good, I must say. Certainly when it comes to DC Comics off-shoots and anything remotely connected to Zack Snyder. I will make exceptions when it comes to Marvel’s Black Panther and Antman and the Wasp, but otherwise I’m going to be very careful. Why, then, am I thinking about catching a Justice League screening at Key West’s Tropic Cinema? (A 2D version will screen at 3:20 and 8:30 pm; the 3D showing is at 5:55 pm.) Because it’ll be something to write about besides the Key West Film Festival, I suppose. I have to be open to new experiences. I’ll also be catching Jeffrey Schwarz‘s The Fabulous Allan Carr, a festival selection…forget it, that’s tomorrow.

Hyenas and wild dogs will attack and eat any animal they can get a jump on, including baby elephants. But they do this out of instinct. Predators are part of nature’s scheme. They kill to survive. Which is more than you can say for the Trump administration and its approval of killing animals for cheap thrills.

Trump’s interior secretary Ryan Zinke has announced the lifting President Obama‘s ban on importing elephant heads and feet from Zimbabwe and Zambia in order to make things easier for their creepy rich friends who shoot elephants for “sport” in these countries. After doing so many of them want elephant footstools and mounted heads sent back so they can display them in their dens and living rooms. (I’ve seen a full-tusk elephant head on a wall exactly once in my life, and that’s when I had lunch a few years ago at Manhattan’s Harvard Club.)

I haven’t studied up on Zinke, but he seems to be yet another aggressive-minded Republican who favors the notion of powerful rich guys doing and getting whatever they want, including the immense satisfaction that comes from drilling a bull elephant between the eyes and watching him moan and stagger and fall to the ground. This action almost certainly won’t help ongoing efforts to protect elephants from wanton murder by ivory poachers. Could the Trump administration get any fouler?

“I guess there are no good people left, so let’s just get it over with. Just tell us whatever you did, Jimmy Carter, Barack Obama, Tom Hanks…Malala.” — Stephen Colbert during last night’s monologue.

I too was crestfallen yesterday. A blot on a good man’s reputation, and now people who aren’t paying close attention have lumped Sen. Al Franken in with all the real baddies. Franken is included, in fact, in a new N.Y. Times rogues’ gallery chart. But with every well-thought-of person presumably guilty of having behaved, however briefly or ill-advisedly, in a way that could be described as demeaning, thoughtless, clumsy, indiscrete, hurtful or ill-mannered, what is there to say? Obviously you have to differentiate. You have to qualify. The focus has to be on serial abusers, and not so much the one-timers.

Franken quickly apologized yesterday, and then apologized again in a longer form. In response to which Leann Tweeden said, “The apology? Sure, I accept it, yes. People make mistakes and of course, he knew he made a mistake. So yes, I do accept that apology. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t accept his apology.”

“When tens of millions of dollars in worldwide marketing and distribution costs are added in, Justice League (Warner Bros., 11.17), which carries a production budget of around $250 million according to several sources, would have to bring in a lofty sum of around $600 million from ticket sales alone and additional revenue from ancillaries like pay-TV and home entertainment in order to turn a profit.

“Warner Bros. executives are already concerned that the movie’s debut this weekend — projected to be $110 million — is less than what they had hoped for. In comparison, last year’s Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice opened to $166 million. The film will also face some competition over the upcoming holiday weekend from another big release, Disney/Pixar’s Coco, though the animated film skews younger. So far, early reaction to Justice League has been mixed among critics and fans. Some have panned it, while others have praised its lighter tone.” — from 11.16 Variety story by Ricardo Lopez.

Donald Crowhurst (1932–1969) was “a British businessman who died while competing in the Sunday Times Golden Globe Race, a single-handed, round-the-world yacht race. Crowhurst had entered with the hope of winning a cash prize from The Sunday Times to aid his failing business. Instead, he encountered difficulty early in the voyage, and secretly abandoned the race while reporting false positions, in an attempt to appear to complete a circumnavigation without actually circling the world. Evidence found after his disappearance suggests that this attempt ended in possible insanity and suicide.”

With the exception of Matt Damon‘s name at the top (which I sliced off to save space), this is Paramount’s new Downsizing poster. Succinct, of course, but a little too minimalist. I’m more favorably disposed toward the tape-measure version, which I found on a New Zealand site.