It’s over. Zohran Mamdani in a walk. Curtis Sliwa is too much of a narcissist to drop out.
The Conversation
A discussion recently raged about which films have the best shot at winning the Best Picture Oscar on 3.15.26.
“In a perfect world, Weapons,” I said, “but I don’t want to even hear about Sinners. I don’t wanna hear that word! Nominations but no big wins. Right now it’s One Battle After Another vs. Hamnet, except smart Academy members know they can’t hand the gold crown to Paul Thomas Anderson‘s film as doing so would brand the filmmaking community as unregenerate, hyperventilating lefty wombats who live on their own full-tilt island. So the problematic Hamnet will proably prevail at the end of the day. Despite the indisputable fact that…”
Friendo: “Yes?”
HE: “Despite the indisputable fact that Joachim Trier‘s Sentimental Value is far and away the best of them all…an honest, drillbitty, perfectly written and performed, Ingmar Bergman-esque family drama that deals straight cards, top to bottom.”
Friendo: “There’s no way a European-made, foreign-language film will win the Best Picture Oscar this year.”
HE: “It’s actually bi-lingual — an English-language title, of course, and performed in a mix of English, Norwegian and apparently a little Swedish. The English-speaking Elle Fanning plays a crucial supporting role (a major American actress) in her native tongue. It’s mostly in Norweigan, but there’s certainly enough English to qualify the film as bilingual and then some.
“In any event what about a little Korean-language film called Parasite? Took the Best Picture Oscar in 2020.”
Friendo: “That was a woke one-off. The younger Academy members refused to embrace Scorsese’s The Irishman, and fell for the then-fashionable notion of awarding a stringent social satire about poor people of color hustling rich people of color. Plus Bong Joon-ho relentlessly worked the town like a pro. Plus the Academy refused to deal with the hustlers letting the fired maid into the house during that rainstorm.””
HE: “So it’s not the foreign-language factor. Not really. You’re saying Sentimental Value can’t win because it’s mostly about a white Norweigan family. Not diverse enough.”
Friendo: “Parasite made $53 million at the U.S. box office, and over $253 million worldwide. I love Sentimental Value as much as you, but it’ll be lucky to make $5 million domestic. Americans are too thick to really get behind it.”
Eerie Cacophony
While driving home last night around 1 am, I had NBC’s coverage of the RFK assassination (6.5.68) on the headphones. Excerpts, I mean. It lasts 102 minutes.
At exactly the 45-minute mark, RFK’s crowded-together supporters, having just celebrated the New York Senator decisively winning the California Democratic primary inside L.A.’s Ambassador Hotel, start to realize that something terrible has apparently happened in an area behind the ballroom stage.
Shock, alarm and panic begins to ripple through the crowd…an eerie cacophonus shrieking starts to fill the room, getting louder and louder.
This ghastly symphony reminded me of an observation shared 25 years ago by former NBC correspondent Robert MacNeil during a Television Academy Foundation interview. The 18-minute segment is all about how MacNeil reported the tragic events of 11.22.63 in Dallas.
Seconds after the Dealey Plaza shooting, MacNeil jumped off the press bus, he says. At the 8:55 mark he recalls the following: “The air was filled with the most incredible screams I’ve ever heard…it was as though there were a bunch of choirs, all deliberately shrieking out of tune, cacophonously…an hysterical, unbelievable sound echoing off all these [Dealey Plaza] buildings.”
No Commuter Train
HE to knowledagble friendo who’s seen Hamnet: At the end of Maggie O’Farrell‘s book of Hamnet (published in 2020), the Stratford-dwelling Agnes Shakespeare journeys to London and attends a performance of Hamlet, written by her absentee husband William, and is very moved.
We all understand that Jessie Buckley and Paul Mescal play Agnes and William Shakespeare in Chloe Zhao’s filmed adaptation, which pops on 11.27.
But is it stated or implied by Zhao that catching Hamnet at the Globe theatre is Agnes’s very first viewing of one of her husband’s plays?
Because it was first performed in 1600, by which time Shakespeare had been banging out plays for rough eight or nine years. Hamlet was in fact his 22nd play. Agnes didn’t catch any of his plays before this?
Friendo: “That’s right. He goes to London, where he establishes himself (and spends increasing amounts of time), and his family is still living out in the country. It’s like they’re many miles away in the burbs, except there’s no commuter train.”
HE to friendo: “Check — no commuter train. But still…he’s written many, MANY big-time plays during the 1590s, including Romeo and Juliet, Richard III and Julius Caesar, and she hasn’t attended ONE of his plays before Hamlet? She’s the playwright’s wife and she couldn’t manage to attend ANY of his big-time plays for a period of eight or nine years (1592 to 1600)? Judi Dench‘s Queen Elizabeth admired Shakespeare (in Shakespeare in Love she attends the debut performance of Romeo and Juliet) and the country-dwelling Agnes was like “look, that’s all very nice with the Queen and all, but I’ve got so much laundry and house cleaning and cow-milking to attend to”?
Friendo: “Hey, I didn’t write the script!”
“Hamnet” Porn Chronology (Grief, Misery, Trauma)
Last March World of Reel‘s Jordan Ruimy spoke to a couple of Hamnet viewers, and resultantly posted the term “misery porn.” So Ruimy was first out of the gate with the association of Hamnet and emotional “porn”…six months ago!
On September 2nd, having seen Chloe Zhao‘s historical drama and then spoken to a few fence-sitting Academy members, THR‘s Scott Feinberg mentioned that some Telluriders were calling Hamnet “trauma porn.”

On September 7th, or roughly seven weeks ago, Film Freak Central‘s Walter Chaw reviewed Hamnet, having seen it in Telluride, and given it “ZERO” stars. In the seventh paragraph of his hilarious pan, he echoed Ruimy by calling it “misery porn.”
The very next day, or on September 8th, Daily Beast critic Nick Schager called Hamnet “grief porn.”
And then yesterday (10.30) Jeff Sneider called it “nearly unwatchable…boring, tedious, insufferable.”
So the sequence is Ruimy, Feinberg, Chaw, Schager and then Sneider.
Again, I’m not launching any kind of takedown campaign here. I have no dog in this. I haven’t even seen Hamnet…come on.




Answer Me This
A 10.31 story by Variety‘s Adam B. Vary has announced that Saoirse Ronan, Anna Sawai, Aimee Lou Wood and Mia McKenna-Bruce (who?) will play the spouses of Paul McCartney, John Lennon, George Harrison and Ringo Starr in Sam Mendes‘ Beatle flick quartet, which is due in ’27.
Ronan as Linda Eastman McCartney (spot-on casting), Sawai as Yoko Ono (fine), Wood as Patti Boyd Harrison (tolerable facial resemblance) and McKenna-Bruce as Maureen Starkey (flatline).
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But wait a minute….whoa, whoa, whoa. Mendes’ decision to cast the hawk-nosed, pointy-chin-chinned Paul Mescal as McCartney and double especially Joseph Quinn as Harrison despite the absolute absence of even a slight physical resemblance between them…I thought this meant that Mendes was bravely and boldly going for something else besides a mere similarity-of-appearance factor…right? Obviously zero interest in any kind of look-alike aesthetic.
But Wood’s signature buck teeth, which stirred some talk during the initial streaming of season #3 of The White Lotus earlier this year….Wood’s scary chompers** align precisely with Patti Boyd‘s rabbit teeth (or ‘rather prominent front teeth,” which is how a guy in the mid ’60s described them)…this is dead-to-rights proof of an inconsistent casting aesthetic.
Wood’s teeth had to be a factor in Mendes casting her as Boyd, but Mescal’s hawk-nose and pointy-chin-chin, which argue strenuously with McCartney’s facial features, wasn’t an issue at all. Hawknose schmawknose…close enough!
Anthony Minghella’s Finest Sequence?
Due respect offered to Eliot Sumner‘s performance as Freddie Miles in Steven Zallian‘s two-year-old Ripley, but Phillip Seymour Hoffman really sunk his teeth into the wiley Miles in Minghella’s The Talented Mr. Ripley (’99). Sorry, but no contest.
Name-Brand Columnist Tosses First Significant Anti-“Hamnet” Grenade
I’ve been waiting for a Hamnet takedown campaign to be launched, and now we’ve got the beginnings of one!
I’m not invested in any sort of negativity toward Chloe Zhao’s film, which I haven’t seen. The Best Picture race is simply more interesting when a strongly favored contender acquires a few influential haters.

Has anyone reported that the 12-year-old kid who plays the doomed Hamnet Shakespeare (Jacobi Jupe) is the younger brother of the 20-year-old Noah Jupe, who plays Hamlet in the Globe Theatre production of the famous tragedy? Obviously Zhao wants the audience to see and feel a physical similarity between the deceased son of William and Agnes Shakespeare (Jessie Buckley, Paul Mescal) and the actor playing Prince Hamlet at the finale.
Ask any Shakespeare authority, and they’ll tell you Noah Jupe is too young for the role. A friend who’s seen Hamnet feels that Zhao’s strategy is cloying, manipulative, contrived.
For what it’s worth, the general consensus is that Hamlet is around 30. Okay, maybe 27 or 28 but no younger. Most of the big-time actors who’ve played Hamlet (David Warner, John Gielgud, Ben Whishaw, Mel Gibson, Kenneth Branagh, Richard Burton, Laurence Olivier, Derek Jacobi, Sarah Bernhardt, Ian McKellen) have been 30ish.
Identity Politics Cudgel Is Social Cancer (And That Includes Identity Oscar Campaigns)
I for one love vitriolic shouting matches on political talk shows. Can’t get enough of them. Mother’s milk.
Yesterday’s piss-balloon battle between conservative Katie Miller (wife of the demonic Stephen Miller) and Cenk Uygur on Piers Morgan Uncensored was as good as it got.
Not for Miller, as she seemed untethered to any sense of candor or humility as she used her Jewish identity like a battering ram, but for viewers everywhere.
It starts at 38:55. Piers’ panelists also included conservative fitness advocate Jillian Michaels and Palestinian American analyst Omar Baddar.
Miller: “Why is it that every time someone wants to criticize Zohran Mamdani, it immediately comes back to the Jews and the anti-Israel movement instead of actually talking about his viewpoints?”
Uygur: “Nobody said Jews. You just said it. You always do that. We say Israel, you say Jews. We say Israel as a government. Please don’t make it about Jewish Americans. You’re totally lying…it’s very normal for a Miller to be completely and utterly lying. You and your husband are supposed to be working for America. Not for Israel. I think you’re betraying this country.”
Good-Time Vibes For The Schmoes?
An industry friendo saw Song Song Blue (Focus, 12.25) the other night. He conveyed this by forwarding a photo of a post-screening q & a, but without an opinion. “I’ve been told it’s a fairly good film,” I wrote, “but it’s aimed at commoners.” Industry friendo: “Si, senor.”
From Owen Gleiberman’s 10.26 Variety review:
“As Song Sung Blue recognizes, there are two kinds of Neil Diamond fans: those who, like Mike, hear the beautiful depths in dozens of his songs (‘Cherry, Cherry’, ‘Brother Love’s Travelling Salvation Show’, ‘Cracklin’ Rosie’), and the bom-bom-bom people — the ones Mike can’t stand, who at a Diamond concert experience an epiphany when they pump their fists in the air and sing-shout ‘bom! bom! bom!’ in the middle of the chorus of ‘Sweet Caroline’, even though it’s not even a lyric. They’re singing along with the trumpet.
“Song Sung Blue is certainly a movie for the bom-bom-bom crowd. Mostly, though, it’s for the Neil Diamond fans who will listen to Mike and Claire, in their solo show at the Ritz Theater in Milwaukee, in a state of slow-burn bliss.”
Luca’s Woody Tribute Isn’t “Weird”
Neil Rosen and Roger Friedman have un-posted (i.e., taken down) a convivial discussion with Woody Allen. The chat happened several days 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.”
HE to Friedman: “Fine, but what’s the big deal? It was a really nice interview. Good stuff. No need to go all Soviet Union or Vladimir Lenin on your would-be fans.”
Back to interview commentary: Right away I was asking myself “okay, but is there a ‘take it to the bank’ money quote here?” Woody stating that he didn’t write Diane Keaton‘s “lah-dee-dah” line in Annie Hall, that she improvised it…okay, that’s one.
Neil trumpets the technical fact that Woody’s first film was Take The Money and Run (’69).
But in my mind, Woody’s first movie was What’s Up, Tiger Lily? (’66). Which I have a special place in my heart for. Partly because I’ve never stopped laughing at the throwaway bit in which the Grand Poobah shows Phil Moskowitz a hand-drawn map and says “this is Shepherd Wong‘s home”, and Phil asks “he lives in that piece of paper?”
Friedman mentions Luca Guadagnino‘s decison to use Windsor Light font — a Woody signature for decades — for After The Hunt‘s opening credits, and calls it “weird” because there’s nothing funny or classically Allen-esque about Luca’s film.
HE reply: It’s not “weird” — the Windsor Light font is an allusion to Woody having suffered over an allegation of sexual assault, which is what After The Hunt is about. It’s also a tribute, a fan gesture…a statement of emotional or political allegiance.
The interview happened by way of Friedman’s longstanding relationship with Allen, so I understand why smart-assed comedian and movie hound Bill McCuddy wasn’t part of this. Three interviewers would have been too much.
High on HE’s Must-Watch List
Why does the title of Clint Bentley‘s Train Dreams (Netflix, 11.7) allude to 19th Century locomotives when it’s more of a “this is the forest primeval, the murmuring pines and hemlocks” thing?
It’s ostensibly about a logger (Joel Edgerton) cutting down huge trees to make way for a cross-continental railroad, but it’s seemingly a Terrence Malick-styled, Tree of Life-resembling meditation about the profound spiritual bounty of big-tree forests…something like that.
I’m certainly obliged to submit to Train Dreams (shot in 1.37!) when it begins streaming on 11.7.