The night before last (Tuesday, 2.28) former Mexican president Vicente Fox tweeted this Chris Britt cartoon in response to President Trump‘s State of the Union pledge that there would be a “great, great wall” built on the Mexican border. And here I am, Mr. Lightspeed, passing it along 36 hours later.

This 2009 Johnnie Walker ad (“The Man Who Walked Around The World”) is one of the greatest single-take pieces of cinema ever captured, hands down. Carlyle’s perfect easygoing delivery (and especially the timing), the various props appearing at exactly the right moment, the muted palette, the bagpipes. Directed by Jamie Rafn. I’m mentioning this now because the 56 year-old Carlyle looks a bit bloated in T2 Trainspotting (TriStar, 3.31), and because the film probably won’t cause much of a stir, and because this is the best time since August 2009 to salute Carlyle’s most stirring turn, his BAFTA-award performance in The Full Monty (’97) notwithstanding.

Apart from the fact that I’ve pretty much had it with whiny, wet-behind-the-ears combatants (“I don’t belong here”) in the odious tradition of Fury‘s Logan Lerman, Fernando Coimbra and Chris Roessner‘s Sand Castle might not be half bad. It has a vibe. Nicholas Hoult‘s Matt Oucre trying to get out of combat by slamming a car door on his hand…engaging! Henry Cavill (i.e., Superman) feels right as Cpt. Syerson, and the buzz cut works. Roessner’s original screenplay is based on his own experience in Iraq. Did anyone see Coimbra’s Wolf At The Door? I didn’t but I read good things. (Coimbra also directed episodes from the first season of Netflix’s Narcos.) Keep in mind that the title is singular — Sand Castle and not Castles.

Sen. Al Franken on Attorney General Jeff Sessions‘ clarifying statement about meeting with the Russian ambassador: “If you don’t remember what you talked about, then you don’t remember if you talked about the campaign. That’s contradictory. [Sessions] certainly, at the very minimum — this just makes common sense — has to recuse himself from any investigation [into this matter] at all.” So in addition to being the highest governmental expression of racist swinery, Sessions is also a proven liar. Plus he speaks with the same backporch yokel accent that various Ku Klux Klan guys used in Mississippi Burning.

Mindhunter = Manhunter‘s darker, stranger brother. Muttered voice-over: “I’m trying to warn you…your attitude is going to bite you in the ass.” Exec produced by David Fincher and produced by Charlize Theron, Josh Donen and Cean Chaffin, Mindhunter is a ten-episode Netflix series that, like Zodiac, is set in the ’70s. Okay, 1979. It’s about a pair of FBI agents (Jonathan Groff, Holt McCallany) interviewing imprisoned serial killers to try to solve ongoing cases. Which of course is precisely what Manhunter‘s Will Graham (William Petersen) and Silence of the Lamb‘s Clarice Starling (Jodie Foster) did — i.e., interview Hannibal Lecter in an attempt to capture, respectively, the Tooth Fairy and Buffalo Bill. Written by showrunner Joe Penhall (The Road) with the pilot episode directed by Fincher, Mindhunter is scheduled to start streaming — wait for it — sometime in October 2017.

From Guy Lodge‘s T2: Trainspotting review, posted on 2.2.17: “How do you make a sequel to a film that defined a generation, a whole generation later? Do you define that generation anew, through thicker bifocal lenses, or do you pass the baton to a younger one? Both are valid approaches.

“Neither is quite the one taken by T2 Trainspotting, a shinily distracting but disappointingly unambitious follow-up to 1996’s feverish youthquake of a junkie study, which reunites its quartet of older, none-the-wiser Edinburgh wretches to say simply this: Middle-aged masculinity is a drag, whether you’re on smack or off it.

“As a fan-service exercise, Danny Boyle’s itchy, antic caper just about passes muster, reassembling Trainspotting‘s core ensemble, soundtrack cues, and even its seasick camera moves for two hours of scuzzy nostalgia. Yet it largely passes up the opportunity to update the original’s caustic social snapshot of contemporary Britain — a region itself currently preoccupied with the rearview mirror, though the irony isn’t necessarily noted.”

With the world premiere of Terrence Malick‘s Song to Song happening at SXSW on Friday, March 10th and the film opening commercially a week later, it might be time to once again post a transcript of a phone conversation I had with Malick 21 years and 8 months ago. The date was 10.25.95 (or so I recall) around 11:35 am.

I happen to be one of the only journalists to have had any kind of conversation with Malick since he went into his Thomas Pynchon withdrawal phase in 1979 (right after the release of Days of Heaven) and became a phantom-like figure whom journalists couldn’t get to under any circumstance.

In this context speaking to Malick on the phone was like snapping a photo of Bigfoot. It was a half-pleasant, half-awkward, mostly meaningless conversation, but at least he picked up the phone.

Malick had been staying with producer Mike Medavoy, who wound up producing The Thin Red Line, but Medavoy was leaving for Shanghai and Malick would be staying elsewhere, so I called Medavoy’s home to get a forwarding number. A cleaning woman answered and said Medavoy was out, but that Malick was nearby. She asked me to hold…

Malick: Hi.
HE: Hi, Terry. This is Jeffrey Wells speaking.
Malick: Hi.
HE: And uhh…I was just talking to Mike last night and he said, uh, you might be leaving today and I wanted to see if I could speak with you about an article I’m researching. It’s for Los Angeles magazine and my editor…he worked on that piece about ten years ago with David Handleman for California magazine. It was called ‘Absence of Malick.’
Malick: Yeah.
HE: I don’t know if…did you happen to read it?
Malick: No, I…uhnn…
HE: Anyway, I’m doing this piece and trying to sort things through here. About what’s going on with…well, to start with, The Thin Red Line and that rumored BAM stage production of “Sansho the Bailiff” and…I’ve wanted to speak with you about it, and now that I’m speaking with you I feel…well, I feel nervous.

Audiences decide very quickly if a certain actor is an acceptable, believable choice for a certain character. Or not. We’re all familiar with pre-2010 casting decisions that were instantly derided by the planet earth as unpalatable but what are some of the more glaring casting mistakes of the last, oh, six or seven years?

All-Time Classics: (1) Patricia Arquette as an actress pretending to be a doctor in John Boorman‘s Beyond Rangoon (’95); (2) Jack Black as Carl Denham in Peter Jackson‘s King Kong (’05); (3) Seth Rogen as Britt Reid in The Green Hornet (’11); (4) Hayden Christensen as New Republic feature writer Stephen Glass (his college preppie voice and mock-vulnerable social manner were so grating that it was impossible to accept that seasoned journalists would have bought his schtick) in Shattered Glass; (5) Warren Beatty as a thin Oliver Hardy in The Fortune (’75); (6) Gregory Peck as Josef Mengele in The Boys From Brazil (’78); (7) Jamie Dornan in Fifty Shades of Gray (lacking in studly intensity); (8) Denise Richards as an idiotically grinning pilot in Starship Troopers; (9) John Wayne as a Roman Centurion in George Stevens‘ The Greatest Story Ever Told (’65); and (10) Frank Sinatra as a soft-spoken priest in Miracle of the Bells (’48).

If Hollywood was run like Russia and a Vladimir Putin-like figure was the big cheese, PricewaterhouseCoopers partner Brian Cullinan — the guy who fucked up by slipping Warren Beatty the wrong envelope (Best Actress instead of Best Picture) — would already be gone. I don’t know if Cullinan and Academy bigwigs met on Monday to assess the damage, but if they had two ape-sized goons would have stormed in and thrown a bag over Cullinan’s head and dragged him out of the room.

Obviously we don’t live under a Russian strongman and yet Cullinan was harshly dealt with this morning by a smoking-gun Variety article — a Moscow Central timeline piece with exclusive photos and reported/written by Lawrence Yee, Stuart Oldham and Jacob Bryant.

The long-haired person hugging Warren Beatty is Manchester By The Sea‘s Casey Affleck.

The photos and a corresponding timeline show that Cullinan had two envelopes in his hand (along with his cell phone) just prior to handing Beatty what Cullinan thought was the envelope containing the winner of the Best Picture Oscar but which was actually an envelope containing the winner of the Best Actress Oscar (i.e., La La Land‘s Emma Stone), which had been handed out moments earlier.

From the Variety article: “The newly uncovered photographs not only show Cullinan engaged on his phone shortly before the La La Land miscommunication — he’s also photographed mixing two red envelopes backstage alongside Beatty and Best Actor winner Casey Affleck, who had just exited the stage.

“This would dispute PWC’s official explanation that Cullinan grabbed the wrong envelope from a ‘backup pile,’ and shows he was likely always in possession of both the Best Actress envelope (which was given to Beatty) and the Best Picture envelope, the night’s two final awards.

Bill Maher: “I don’t know who writes these speeches…the problem isn’t so much the policy as the personality…Teleprompter Trump doesn’t really match off-the-cuff Trump…you can’t have somebody who is diagnosable as a narcissist and all the rest and think that it’s going to come out well for us…we’re living in Cuckoo Cloudland and this is what he believes…you can see he doesn’t know anything…it’s all well and good to elect this guy who’s going to be the bull in the china shop, but the china being broken is your china…the disconnect between the rhetoric and the reality…his fans don’t believe in facts, mostly, and certainly not fact-checking…all this talk about the forgotten little man…tell me one thing he’s done for [that guy].” Or has even announced intentions along these lines.

It was revealed last August that David Michod and Brad Pitt‘s War Machine (Netflix, 5.26), a comedy-drama about the Afghanistan conflict and Gen. Stanley McChrystal (renamed Gen. Dan McMahon in the film), would not get a 2016 award-season release.

Apparently Pitt, who’s also producing War Machine, didn’t want attention divided between Allied, the World War II shortfaller that opened on 11.23, and War Machine. This, at least, was one of the considerations. Another may have been that War Machine just isn’t an award-season type of film…who knows?

The news disappointed me as War Machine, which is based on Michael Hastings‘ “The Operators“, seemed (and still seems) like it might be an edgier, more interesting film than Allied.

War Machine costars Anthony Michael Hall, Topher Grace, Will Poulter, Tilda Swinton, Jonathan Ing and Ben Kingsley.

I’m actually revved for this…seriously. Too bad about Crudup getting face-hugged (I like the guy — my favorite among the crew) but all is forgiven if Fassbender gets torn limb from limb and then bleeds a combination of milk and Elmer’s Glue-All all over the place. Oh, and I want McBride to squeal like a pig getting its stomach slit open. Not too big on that ridiculous looking cartoon squid in the Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 2 trailer. I’m not sure this is going to work as well as the original. You can’t just recycle the same jokes and expect everyone to have the same good time. Galaxy 2 pops on May 5th; Alien: Covenant opens two weeks later.