One-third of the way through ACompleteUnknown there’s a brief shot of Timothee Chalamet flipping through vinyl albums inside Bleecker Bob’s, and we see glimpses of Dylan’s first album with Chalamet’s photo subbing for the Real McCoy.
We also glimpse one of Joan Baez’s early albums with Monica Barbaro on the cover.
Chalamet and Elle Fanning posed last year for a substitute version of the famous cover shot for TheFreewheelin’Bob Dylan. I’d like to see cover replica keepsakes of all the early to mid ‘60s Dylan albums, right on through to Highway61Revisited and Blonde on Blonde.
How do you “fall off” a moving vehicle? Even if the vehicle is a motorcycle and you’re a rear passenger who’s had a few, it’s fairly hard to fall the fuck off.
You’d have to be so drunk that your arrogance has over-ruled basic survival instincts, and that’s pretty damn stinko.
Have the reports about the death of Hudson Joseph Meek mentioned booze? Have they stated whether or not Meek was on a friend’s motorcycle or riding on top of someone’s car or on the bed of a pickup truck? Ofcoursenot.
I have a slight insight into this careless tragedy as I once rode spread-eagled atop a Ford LTD station wagon in the dead of night. I was in my late teens and half-bombed, but held on to the chrome luggage rack for dear life. It wasn’t that physically hard but my full attention and concentration were not a subject for debate — they were fully required.
Remember that moment in Goodfellas when Joe Pesci shoves an ice pick into the back of the head of Chuck Low‘s “Morrie” Kessler, the hugely obnoxious wig guy who was part of the Lufthansa heist? And Morrie goes “ahrgggghhh“? That’s what happened to Madame Web on Rotten Tomatoes. Not to mention Metacritic.
…that the percentage of really good films he’s starred in has been fairly low. Hanks has said this plain and straight.
It’s a basic creative and biological law that only about 10% of your films are going to be regarded as serious creme de la creme…if that. Most big stars (the smart ones) are given a window of a solid dozen years or so in which they have the power, agency and wherewithal to bring their game and show what they’re worth creatively. We all want to be rich, but the real stars care about making their mark.
Most name-brand directors, producers and actors enjoy 12-year streaks when everything is cooking and breaking their way. Some directors and actors are lucky enough to last 15 or 20 years or even longer. Your task, should you choose to accept it (and I know I’ve posted about this before), is to list any number of Hollywood heavyweights and when their 12-year hot streaks (or better) happened.
I’m not talking about the ability to work or get work — I’m talking about the years of serious heat and the best years falling into place.
Cary Grant peaked from the late ‘30s to late ‘50s.
James Cagney between PublicEnemy and WhiteHeat — call it 20.
James Stewart between DestryRidesAgain and AnatomyofaMurder — 20.
Clark Gable’s hottest years were between ItHappenedOneNight (‘34) and The Hucksters (‘47).
Humphrey Bogart happened between High Sierra / TheMalteseFalcon (‘41) and TheHarderTheyFall (‘56) — a 15-year run.
Robert Redford peaked between Butch Cassidy (‘69) and Brubaker and OrdinaryPeople (‘80) — 11 to 12 years.
Elizabeth Taylor had 15 years — 1950 (Father of the Bride) to 1966 (Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf).
Jean Arthur — mid ’30s to early ’50s (Shane) — call it 15 years.
Katharine Hepburn — early ’30s to early ’80s (On Golden Pond).
Meryl Streep — 1979 (The Seduction of Joe Tynan) to today…40 years and counting.
Martin Scorsese is the king of long-lasting directors — Mean Streets (’73) to Killers of the Flower Moon (’22)…a half-century!
John Huston had about 15 years — 1941 (The Maltese Falcon) to 1956 (Moby Dick).
Alfred Hitchcock had 23 years — ’40 (Rebecca) to ’63 (The Birds).
Steven Soderbergh‘s had 23 years so far — 1989 (sex, lies and videotape) to 2012 (Magic Mike) and he’s obviously still kicking.
John Ford enjoyed 27 good years — ’35 (The Informer) to ’62 (The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance).
John Wayne had an amazing 37 years — 1939 (Stagecoach) to 1976 (The Shootist).
George Clooney‘s peak period lasted almost 20 years.
Tony Curtis‘s hot streak was relatively brief — 1957 (Sweet Smell of Success) to 1968 (The Boston Strangler).
Kirk Douglas had about 15 years — Champion (’49) to Seven Days in May (’64).
Richard Burton — 1953 (The Robe) to 1977 (Equus) — almost 25.
During my two viewings of A Complete Unknown I’ve understood and enjoyed a fair amount of Timothee Chalamet‘s Dylan dialogue. but only about…oh, 60% or 70% at most. But when I watch the YouTube teaser clips with headphones, I can hear each and every vowel and syllable. The Searchlight trailer makers have simply mixed the sound so you can really hear the words while James Mangold‘s feature mix…not so much.
Don’t tell me it’s my fucking hearing…the dialogue is sharper and cleaner in the trailers, and that’s all there is to it. No arguments and fuck off.
“Babygirl is a film about someone” — Nicole Kidman‘s CEO character — “who feels, and believes, that her deepest desires are wrong.
“It’s important to recognize what a common sensation that is. There’s an old saying that goes, ‘Sex isn’t good unless it’s dirty,” and I think what that expresses is that it’s intrinsic to the nature of human sexuality that people are drawn, in the erotic arena, to acting out things that feel ‘naughty’ or ‘bad’ or whatever. It’s whatever floats your boat. And it’s why we have porn, which Kidman’s character in Babygirl is addicted to. That’s the realm where her libidinous imagination can roam free.”
HE’s answer: No male filmmaker would DARE to try and make such a film, as this would be politically suicidal. And the mob that would lash and eviscerate this guy would, of course, be progressive women.
Woke female mission statement: “We’ve reached a position of power that allows Halina Reijn to make this kind of film, but woebetide any dude who would be stupid enough to try and make such a film himself.”
Gleiberman: “What if a man had made Babygirl You could certainly say it would be more controversial.
“[But] the real answer is: A male director would not and could not have made Babygirl the way that Halina Reijn made it.
“It’s not just about the cultural identity politics. It’s about how the film’s power emerges from a hard-wired female consciousness. Kidman’s performance is extraordinary (the best by a female actor this year, in my opinion), but part of what makes acting like this possible is that the role is conceived with an intimacy that renders Romy’s gaze more potent than ours. She’s gazing into the sadomasochistic abyss of her own longing.”
It goes without saying that Chris Nolan‘s forthcoming The Odyssey will have to surpass (a) Mario Camerini and Kirk Douglas‘s Ulysses (’54), a cheeseball fantasy-adventure based on Homer’s epic poem, and (b) Andrei Konchalovsky‘s 1997 two-part miniseries that starred Armand Assante, Greta Scacchi, Irene Papas, Isabella Rossellini, Bernadette Peters, Eric Roberts, Geraldine Chaplin, Jeroen Krabbe, Christopher Lee and Vanessa Williams.
