Skin Deep

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Aaron Schimberg‘s A Different Man opened around five weeks ago and promptly bombed. I can’t imagine why. If there was ever a dark comedy made for Joe and Jane Popcorn…a film that’s partly about a pretty, sexy theatre director (Renate Reinsve) falling in love with a modern-day Elephant Man (i.e., a guy afflicted with neurofibramitosis, played by Adam Pearson)…talk about a date movie!

The theme, as you might presume if you’ve seen the trailer, is basically “you are what you are inside” or, if you will, “ignore the physical in order to concentrate on the interiors.”

I was initially resigned to watching it last month, but at the end of the day I couldn’t go there. I wimped out.

A majority of critics, possibly fearful of being labelled as brusque or cruel or insensitive by shrieking neurofibromatosis wokies, bestowed thumbs-up reviews (92% Rotten Tomatoes, 78% Metacritic).

I didn’t want to see it for obvious reasons (one of them being that I didn’t want to be reminded of nature’s random cruelty), but now that I’ve read the Wiki synopsis I’m stunned to learn that Renate’s character enters into a full-on, fucking-and-fellatio relationship with Pearson’s Oswald character.

On top of which before hooking up with Oswald, Renate’s Ingrid is sexually involved with Sebastian Stan‘s Edward, another victim of neurofibromatosis who is magically transformed into a normal-looking fellow through surgery.

A friend explains that A Different Man is presented as a tongue-in-cheek fable or fairy tale. I don’t care whose tongue is in what cheek…there’s no buying Renate Reinsve fucking a charming Elephant Man…no!

We all understand the necessity of expressing kindness and compassion in our lives, but I’m not sure I can do this…cue the neurofibromatosis wokies…”you slithering bastard…you need to commit suicide!”

A Better Man will begin streaming on Tuesday, September 5.

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Remember The Good Old Days…?

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…when using non-attributable quotes for a serious state-of-things piece was considered journalistic malpractice? Or at least it was 26 years ago. In the minds of David Poland and Peter Bart, I mean.

In an Indiewire piece posted earlier today, producer, industry consultant and former Fine Line production executive Liz Manne outed herself as a major anonymous source for a controversial, once-heavily-criticized 1998 Premiere story that described a culture of sexual harassment at New Line Cinema, which at the time was run by Bob Shaye and Michael Lynne.  

The article, written by John Connolly and fact-checked by Premiere staffers (including then-editor Jim Meigs and senior film editor Glenn Kenny), was called “Flirting With Disaster.”

The article asserted that all kinds of nasty shenanigans (drinking, drugs, sexual harassment) were happening at New Line, and that Shaye and Lynne ran the place “like a college dorm,” according to a producer who spoke anonymously to Connolly. The piece began with a story about a boozy New Line party that happened the year before (1992) at a lodge in Snowmass, Colorado, and about how Lynne made an aggressive sexual pass at an unnamed female executive. 

That executive, according to Manne’s Indiewire piece, was Manne herself. As noted, she flat-out admits to having been one of Connolly’s anonymous sources.

In hindsight, the Connolly piece can be appreciated as a tough expose that described a predatory climate that sounds all too familiar by today’s understandings. But because it depended on anonymous sources (when she left the company Manne signed an exit agreement that forbade her from talking to anyone about anything in any context) the article was strongly attacked as an example of reckless or irresponsible journalism.

Two of the attackers were Movie City News’ David Poland and Variety‘s Peter Bart. Coincidentally, there was also a “Reverse Angle” article on page 51 in that same issue of Premiere, written by Harvey Weinstein of all people, that complained about “the reckless use of unnamed sources.”

From Poland’s 6.17.98 MCN article: “Can you say ‘hatchet job?’ I know for sure that Premiere magazine can. It had to be the phrase of the day when it decided to print its story, ‘Flirting With Disaster’” on alleged sexual and drug-related misconduct at New Line Cinema. I am often disgusted with the state of entertainment journalism, but usually it’s because we throw softballs in exchange for access to the talent that sells magazines, newspapers and TV shows. (And yes, some Web sites.) This time, it’s the opposite. 

“What was Premiere thinking when it ran the results of John Connolly‘s eight-month ‘investigation’ which added up to little more than a handful of gossipy accusations by unnamed sources that any reporter working this beat on a regular basis could have come up with over a three-day weekend?”

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Phil Lesh and the Meaning of “Seem”

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Full respect and affection for the late Phil Lesh, who famously and joyously played bass for the Grateful Dead for 30 years (’65 to ’95) and then kept playing with The Other Ones and one or two other groups into the early teens.

Lesh was 84 when he passed on 10.25.24, apparently from cancer.

This may sound off but when I heard of Lesh’s departure, the first thing I flashed on was that Altamont footage from Gimme Shelter (’70)…that brief discussion between Lesh, Dead headliner Jerry Garcia and Santana drummer Mike Shrieve about the Hells Angels beating people up, etc.

I remembered it because the very first time I saw this 1970 Alfred and David Maysles documentary I was struck by Lesh’s slight hesitancy in condemning what had reportedly happened.

Jerry Garcia: “Oh, that’s what the story is here?”
Mike Shrieve (Santana): “Yeah.”
Garcia: “Oh, bummer.”
Shrieve: “Really, man. I mean, like…it’s scary.”
Phil Lesh: “Who’s doing all the beating?”
Shrieve: “Hell’s Angels.”
Lesh: “Hell’s Angels beating on musicians?”
Shrieve: “Marty [Balin] got beat up. Hit in the face.”
Lesh: “It doesn’t seem right, man.”
Shrieve: “It’s really weird, man. It’s really weird.”
Garcia: “Oh, man. Really?”

Doesn’t “seem” right? My immediate reaction way back when was “hey, Phil, don’t go out on a limb!”

Joe & Jane Pudgeball Experiencing Mixed Reactions

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A B-plus grade isn’t a major problem, but it is a slight one. It means that a certain percentage of the Conclave respondents had an issue or argument withg the ending. trust me. Traditional Catholics, traditional-minded people, Average Joes and Janes, etc. I saw it for a third time on Thursday night (I had to flush that awful Montclair Film Festivql screening out of my head), and there was a somewhat older couple sitting behind me, and when the lights came up they were obviously a bit displeased, and perhaps even a bit stunned. I could feel their vibe

“Rolling Around, Fighting Some Monkeys or Something”

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The word around the campfire is that Paul Mescal may be a bit of a problem in Gladiator II.

Friendo: “Critics are going to be too scared to say he’s terrible in the movie but two [fellows] I spoke to tell me he has zero range and is incredibly miscast.”

HE: “Because he’s…what. too dweeby or peculiar? Not macho enough?”

Friendo: “They’re telling me Mescal is not as muscular or intense a presence as Russell Crowe was. [They’re also saying that] Denzel is far and away the best in show.”

I asked a certain thorny and contentious film guy, whom I assume has seen Gladiator II (although I don’t know this for a fact), whether or not this assessment is fair. His response: “Fuck off.”

Film guy #2: “NOT. AT. ALL. I was actually surprised how good he was, immediately putting him in the Best Actor race when I didn’t expect to. Talked to a few Oscar voters there who loved it and him. I know you don’t like him so you may not go in with an open mind. He is strong in this, even reminding me in a couple of shots of Spartacus-era Kirk Douglas.”

Kamala Should Visit Joe Rogan…Dodging His Show Is A Mistake

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The reason she hasn’t yet agreed is almost certainly because her people don’t trust her unscripted abilities…they’re afraid that she’ll somehow misspeak or put her foot in her mouth.

I think Kamala needs to step out of the scripted arena and let her hair down. She could finally address how woke insanity took over the progessive left in 2020. She could candidly state that the Biden administration, reacting to the cruelty of Trump’s resrictive border policy, arguably leaned a bit too far in the other direction for three years. Why hasn’t she said the obvious about the vice-presidency, which is that it’s essentially a ceremonial, rubber-stamp job that has no independent agency? (Ask Lyndon Johnson and John Nance Garner.) Chris Christie said the same thing yesterday on The View.

As we all know, Kamala flubbed it when Anderson Cooper asked if the Biden administration had made any mistakes and, if so, whether those mistakes taught her anything.

What she should have said: “As you know, Anderson, that’s a ‘damned if you do and damned if you don’t’ question. If I admit to mistakes I’ll be trashed for throwing President Biden under the bus, and if I say there were no mistakes I’ll be called a delusional liar and a fantasist.

“It’s part of human nature to make occasional mistakes, and hopefully to learn from them, and c’mon…there’s never been a White House administration that didn’t screw up here and there. I could acknowledge rhetorically or admit that some believe Joe’s team tactically screwed up on the Afghnistan withdrawal. I could acknowledge rhetorically that some maintain we were too liberal in our border policy for two or three years. But I’m not going to say that because it’s a no-win. To be human is to be fallible. I believe in learning, growing and improving our game. I’ll leave it here.”

Kelly’s Trump Allegiance Aside, This Is Absolutely Verifiable

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How many of the 3678 recipients of gender-affirming bottom surgery, kids between the ages of 12 and 18…how many of these kids changed their minds in the aftermath?

How many minors have had bottom surgery between 2020 and the present?

“The number of people seeking gender-affirming surgeries such as breast and chest operations or genital reconstruction nearly tripled during the three years before the coronavirus pandemic, a new study shows.

“The number of patients getting these operations nearly tripled from 4,552 in 2016 to 13,011 in 2019” — the Trump years — “before decreasing slightly in 2020 amid the coronavirus restrictions that postponed or halted many types of non-emergency operations, according to the study published Wednesday in JAMA Network Open.

“Gender-affirming surgeries were most popular with young adults; more than 25,000 people ages 19 to 30 received these procedures. Fewer than 8% of patients — a total of 3,678 — were 12- to 18-year-olds, a group scrutinized by lawmakers pursuing restrictions mainly in conservative states.” — USA Today, 8.23.23.

Why didn’t Megyn Kelly stick around for the Overtime segment?

Shakespearean Bellowing

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Conclave begins with the death of an elderly pope…that and the subsequent need to choose a replacement. Ralph Fiennes portrays plays Cardinal Lawrence, the British-born manager of the conclave — a cloistered Vatican City gathering of cardinals — that will choose a new pontiff.

Fiennes’ performance is exquisitely subdued…highly concentrated but low-key, solemn, down-under. You can read every thought and consideration on his lined, late-50ish face, but on a seep-out, leak-out basis.

Fiennes does, however, have fun with a pair of vocal outbursts…brief Shakespearean gushers.

One at the conclusion of an intense discussion with John Lithgow‘s Cardinal Tremblay. It ends with Tremblay suggesting that for discretion’s sake “this conversation never took place”, and then walking off. Lawrence waits a couple of beats before bellowing “but it did take place!”

10 or 15 minutes later Fiennes is discussing the latest pope vote with Cardinal Benitez (Carlos Diehz), who hails from Kabul. Benitez tells the reluctant Lawrence that he’s voted for him three or four times. Fiennes goes loud again: “I don’t want your vote!”

In my mind these hors d’oeuvres are almost in the same ballpark as Daniel Day Lewis‘s “I drink your milkshake” in There Will Be Blood. Except Fiennes sounds more like Ian McKellen.

My Heart Longs For Old Boxy “Dial M for Murder”

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I’ve said this once or twice before, hut if WHE were to release a Bluray of the boxy version of Alfred Hitchcock‘s Dial M For Murder, I would buy it in a split second.

All through the 20th Century and into the 21st I watched Dial M for Murder at 1.33 or 1.37. I also saw it in 1.33 or 1.37 3D at the Eighth Street Playhouse in ’80. And the compositions and framings were and are entirely satisfactory and didn’t need to have their tops and buttons CHOPPED OFF WITH A MEAT CLEAVER.

Sidenote: This is a very small deal and barely worth mentioning, but in Dial M for Murder Ray Milland and Grace Kelly‘s street-level, one-bedroom flat is not in Mayfair, as Marty says below at the 1:19 mark, but Maida Vale.

“Dial M Mauled By Fascists,” posted on 4.28.12:

The 1.78 or 1.85 a.r. on the Dial M For Murder Bluray was favored because of one reason only — because this a.r. conforms to the 16 x 9 aspect ratio of high-def flat panels. The people who made this call were nothing but a FASCIST REVISIONIST GANG.

“We have a vision,” their manifesto reads. ‘A vision of all films shot from the early ’50s to mid ’60s with their tops and bottoms CHOPPED OFF, and we will stop at nothing to achieve that goal. Because of 16 x 9 high-def screens, we are committed to killing visual information. And we will succeed because we have the factual data and research to back up the assertion that these films were shot to be shown at 1.85, but could also be shown at 1.33 or 1.37 for purist film buff screenings and for television airings and VHS and DVD versions.

“Repeat after us: WE HAVE A VISION, and it is about KILLING VISUAL INFORMATION by slicing off the tops and bottoms of films.”

More height is always right.