As I understand it, the Academy’s decision to classify Damien Chazelle’s Whiplash screenplay as adapted, even though it’s (a) somewhat autobiographical and (b) an expansion of Chazelle’s own short film about the exact same subject, is due to their own curious definition of “adapted.” When a script has been adapted from another form, that’s all that matters to them. They don’t care if Chazelle adapted his own short film into a feature-length screenplay or if he based his screenplay on a short film by Donald Duck. The point is that he adapted it from another source, period. This is a somewhat absurd way to look at it since Whiplash is clearly Chazelle’s original idea, but that’s the Academy for you. If they wanted to be cool and easy about it, they would rescind this decision and reclassify Chazelle’s screenplay as original…but that’s unlikely.

Eight days ago (i.e. 12.28) Sony Pictures Entertainment announced that The Interview had taken in $15 million in online rentals and sales in the United States and Canada, thus making it “Sony Pictures #1 online film of all time.” Around 2 pm today Deadline‘s Jen Yamato announced that The Interview is still the company’s #1 online film of all time with $31 million earned from 4.3 million online transactions. (I’m not clear if the Interview‘s $5 million in theatrical rentals is part of this figure.) What comparable online sales and rental figures have been earned by other films? Has another straight-to-online film ever topped $20 million, much less that $30 million? It’s hard to find data but I’m guessing that The Interview might be the Ultimate King-Kong Downloader…the biggest online feature hit in cyber history. The Interview is still a loser, of course, with production costs around $44 million not to mention a marketing tab in the tens of millions.

Yesterday Hardball‘s Chris Matthews jumped into the Selma/LBJ hoo-hah. Joseph Califano, James Peterson. Matthews to Peterson: “The Democratic Party lost the South because of that kind of statement. LBJ stood for civil rights. Why take that away from him? They both deserve credit. There’s only one guy who gets the holiday in this country. What’s the reason to put down LBJ to supposedly help the legacy of Dr. King? I don’t get it. What’s the purpose?”

MCN’s David Poland to Indiewire‘s Anne Thompson: “I think the idea that Unbroken and Selma didn’t get [Zanuck-nominated by the Producers Guild] because both had female directors is childish pouting. The notion of two films with female directors (Angelina Jolie, Ava DuVernay) getting PGA, DGA, WGA, and Oscar nominations this year became a talking point that was hyped by many. But neither film was a natural lock for this. And I will not be shocked if neither woman gets a DGA nomination next Tuesday. That doesn’t mean that at least one might be deserving. But three, four or five films with Best Picture nominations will not get Best Director nods, likely leaving out the likes of David Fincher or Bennett Miller or Wes Anderson or James Marsh or Clint Eastwood or Christopher Nolan (again).

“The idea that sexism would be the defining character of a DGA nominee group of Inarritu, Linklater, Anderson, Marsh, and Eastwood/Miller/Fincher/ Nolan is pretty silly. I won’t be shocked, btw, to see DuVernay nominated by DGA. But it’s no cakewalk, especially this year. And it would be unfair to the entire group of directors to make this about sex. Or in the case of DGA, race.”

An eight-part miniseries from Kids Are All Right and Olive Kitteridge director Lisa Cholodenko and written by Jon Robin Baitz, The Slap is a U.S. remake of a three-year-old Australian miniseries. The original was based on Christos Tsiolkas 2010 novel, noted for “its raw style, liberal use of profanity and racial epithets, and laserlike focus on the travails of suburban life.” It was called “a down-and-dirty version of Tom Perrotta’s Little Children. At a barbecue in a Melbourne suburb, a man loses his temper and slaps the child of the host’s friends. This incident unleashes a slew of divisive opinions, pitting friends and families against each other as the child’s parents take the man to court. Told from eight different viewpoints, the novel also deftly fills in disparate backstories encompassing young and old, single and married, gay and straight, as well as depicting how multiculturalism is increasingly impacting the traditional Aussie ethos. For good measure, the author also throws in male vanity, infidelity and homophobia.”

Another observation from the afore-mentioned thick-of-things guy about award-season advertising, passed along as I sat in my car in front of Holloway Cleaners. He basically repeated a common lament among the smaller bloggers and columnists, which is that the big sites (Deadline, Hollywood Reporter, N.Y. Times, Variety, The Wrap, Hitfix) are sucking up 90% of the ad money, forcing the smaller guys to beg and harangue to earn a proportional slice of the pie. The irony, of course, is that the smaller guys (myself, Awards Daily, Gold Derby, et. al.) are the real spiritual sages and blog-whisperers — the passionate buzz-starters and advocates who get things started with films like Birdman and Boyhood and The Hurt Locker — and not the big sites, which tend to play it neutralish and moderate, reporting this and that in the usual diligent, dispassionate, big-media way. The smaller guys are absolutely the heart of awards season, but the big guys take almost all the dough. And it sucks. I do okay but it’s a struggle and a hustle every step of the way. Every year I say the same thing because every year the ad buyers forget the same thing — healthy page views are always vital but the main thing during Oscar season is the quality of the eyeballs.

I was talking last night to a guy who’s right in the awards-season thick of things, and he says that The Theory of Everything‘s Eddie Redmayne, Mr. Cuddly Bunny, is coming on in the Best Actor race strong while Birdman‘s Michael Keaton, who’s been at the top of my list since Telluride…well, he won’t play along with the narrative that journalists and columnists want him to follow. Academy members vote for the narrative behind the performance and the campaign as much as for the performance. Dallas Buyer’s Club Oscar winner Matthew McConaughey won for his McConnaissance narrative (i.e., he saved himself from a lifetime of Kate Hudson romcoms by manning up and doing quality work), which he totally played along with. The Keaton narrative (which I don’t need to hear because it’s partly bullshit) is that his Birdman character, Riggan Thomson, obviously reflects Keaton’s own career history. But at every juncture, my guy says, Keaton has been saying “naah, not really…I just took some time off to raise my kids on top of which Riggan is really based on Inarritu and his feelings about Hollywood and superhero movies and how it feels to be 50,” which is true but not entirely. “Thick of things” guy is saying that whatever the truth of it, the smart play for Keaton would be to just go along with the simplistic b.s. narrative and leave Inarritu out of the equation in this context. Just say “yeah, it’s more or less me up there…I am or was Riggan Thomson, and now I’ve been saved by Birdman.” But he won’t do that, which is why Redmayne might (I say “might”) be surging ahead. I’m posting this not as an indication of agreement (I think Keaton is totally cool on all fronts) but as a friendly heads-up to Fox Searchlight. Don’t punish me for being the messenger.

Boy, those CG de-aging techniques have gotten better and better. Nightcrawler star Jake Gyllenhaal, 34, looks 27 years old in this trailer. Oh, wait…he was 27 when David O. Russell‘s Nailed was shot six and a half years ago. The Arrow Films release is now titled Accidental Love. In early November 2014 is was called Politics of Love, or so Screen Daily‘s Ian Sandwell reported. Pic will pop in England sometime soon. Which means, of course, that sooner or later it’ll stream in the States. Russell is probably pissed about this but I can’t say I’m not curious. I realize it probably doesn’t work but it can’t be a total wipe-out. Russell is too sharp, too exacting.

Originally posted in April 2009: Here’s a story about working for the Del Monte bean and pea plant in Markesan, Wisconsin. Fresh out of Wilton high school, five or six of us drove out to America’s heartland to earn a little money and have an adventure. It was fairly miserable work all around. Back-breaking, tedious, soul-killing. We wound up working different jobs and different shifts — pushing cans, operating fork lifts, end-of-shift cleanup, hosing down freshly picked peas and beans. Migrants did the actual picking in the fields.

For a week or two some of us were working the 8 am to 5 pm shift. We’d shower, eat and head out for a night of beer-drinking at a local tavern. We’d sometimes go to a place in Fond du Lac called the Brat Hut. And when we got back to the plant around midnight or so we got into a habit — for a couple of weeks, I mean — of taking out our rage at Del Monte.

A friend worked the evening shift atop a wooden chimney-like structure. His job was to clean freshly-picked beans and peas. Every night they were unloaded off trucks and sent up to his area on electrically-powered conveyor belts set at a 45 degree angle. The vegetables were then dropped into huge spinning cylindrical containers made of chicken wire. Our friend operated sprayers that bathed them in steaming-hot water.

The beans and peas were then dropped into tall metal chutes that fed them straight into a stream of open-topped, label-free cans about 20 or 25 feet below — constantly moving, spotless and gleaming. It would take no more than a second or two to fill up each can, maybe less. It went on like this all night, every night, and with a fairly deafening sound.

I’ve stayed twice in Park City’s Yarrow Hotel. The semi-spacious rooms are the size of any other room in any other moderately upscale hotel. But the place is clean and cozy and well-tended, and of course well located for anyone running around the Sundance Film Festival. But nearly $2500 and change for five days? The Creative Coalition guys are calling this a discounted rate. Tony Montana‘s response: “Thass 500 bocks a night, mang.” My place, the Park Regency, is about 3/4 of a mile south of the Yarrow, and just as nice in terms of the usual comforts. And bigger. A large one-bedroom apartment with bunk beds in an alcove for week #1 (1.17 through 1.24) and a smaller one-bedroom apartment for week #2 (1.24 through 1.30) for $1800 for two weeks, or $900 per week. The TCC post is wrong, by the way. A check-in on Thursday, 1.22 with a check-out on Sunday, 1.25 = three nights.

For at least the last six months of 2014 many Oscar know-it-alls had Angelina Jolie‘s Unbroken right at the top of their likely Best Picture lists. The vast majority of shepherd-following Gurus and Gold Derby-ites sang the tune in four-part harmony…”Unbroken, Unbroken, Unbroken, Unbroken…we can’t wait to fall to our knees and celebrate the wonder of Angie!” Well, this morning’s PGA nomination snub was a very sobering harbinger, I’m afraid. Unbroken is now seriously diminished if not down for the count in the Best Picture contest, and even Fandango‘s Dave Karger — one of Angie’s most loyal and steadfast soldiers — has thrown in the towel. It now seems fair to take a little bow for expressing reservations about this film ten and a half months ago, or on 2.27.14. I was just going on a hunch, a whiff of an aroma to come…but damned if what I wrote then isn’t a pretty good summary of what many people with taste (i.e., not those who offer opinions to CinemaScore) have been saying since Unbroken opened a week and a half ago. I can sense the drift of things months in advance. I’ve always had this ability. It’s why I’m good with a column like this.