All rugged heroes (or anti-heroes) in American-made films about gritty machismo under fire need to be shot at least three or four times before going down. Like a certain big-name actor in a soon-to-be-released film…one or two bullets are not enough to kill our guy as he’s made of sterner stuff. An enemy bullet in the chest cavity…aaggh but fuck you! A follow-up bullet in the shoulder…try again! Only bad guys or wimpy second- or third-billed good guys die after one shot. The more bullets it takes to bring you down = the more movie-star status you have, the greater your Hollywood reputation, the bigger your salary, etc. It all started when King Kong refused to fall off the Empire State building until he’d been hit by machine-gun fire…what, 10 or 12 times? The movement picked up steam during the Wild Bunch finale when William Holden, Ernest Borgnine, Warren Oates and Ben Johnson all took six or seven or eight bullets before signing off.

Exception to the rule: William Petersen went down and stayed down after getting plugged once in William Friedkin‘s To Live and Die in L.A..

In yesterday’s “Try To Look Serene or Cosmic…Like You’ve ‘Been Somewhere’” thread, I remarked that “every time the subject comes up, people say the same thing. The Theory of Everything vs. The Imitation Game. Battle of the Sound-Alikes. Eccentric British Genius vs. Eccentric British Genius. Wife vs Secretary. Dickens vs. Fenster. Mutt vs. Jeff.” And “Avatar” wrote the following: “As well they should, since both of them take up 75% of the same squares on a person’s Oscar Bait Bingo card. The main difference is that Theory takes the ‘Actor Imitates a Physical Ailment’ square, while Imitation takes the ‘…In the Fight Against the Nazis’ square.”

Fury director-writer David Ayer has stated that “the knives are out” over his “polarizing” hell-piss-blood-mud film. I don’t know about that. Most reviewers (myself included) have called it a grimly respectable adrenalized war flick. Yes, it’s presented by way of videogame action aesthetics but them’s the breaks if you wanna attract GenY and GenX males. The “knives”, if you will, are mainly about the absurd finale, and so far only six reviewers have manned up and called a spade a spade. If anyone else has levelled with his/her readers in this respect, please advise.

“[The finale] is occupied by a quasi-suicidal mission that Wardaddy (Brad Pitt) is ordered to undertake by a captain (Jason Isaacs). The command is issued so quickly that it’s not really clear why it’s so important for tanks to rush behind enemy lines; the Americans know they’re going to win, so the puzzlement over the reason for sending men into such peril at this stage impedes one’s investment in the climactic action. Plunking Wardaddy and his men down in such an impossible position doesn’t feel right dramatically, and [Pitt’s] stoic reaction…introduces a note of windy grandiosity that mildly rubs the wrong way against everything that’s come before.” — Todd McCarthy, The Hollywood Reporter, 10.10.

“The film’s climax…abandons realism entirely, as the devastated crew seemingly takes on the entire German army with a single rusty, immobile tank. Fury lives up to its title with its great ferocity, but at a certain point, it begins to feel like a macho fantasy.” — Nathan Rabin, The Dissolve, 10.16.

“Would a team of five men with a half-disabled tank really dig in their heels and fight a [company] of Germans nearly 300 strong? This choice is [Fury‘s] most ‘Hollywood’ element.” — Peter Debruge, Variety, 10.10.

This morning I asked a Variety guy who recently attended the Hamptons Film Festival and Mill Valley Film Festival what film seemed to really hit the bullseye. They didn’t show everything and he hasn’t seen everything, but in the context of these gatherings The Imitation Game is “the one that really went over, like gangbusters,” he said. “No head-scratching at the end of it…you come out knowing that you’ve seen a really solid movie about a guy who triumphs despite having been victimized. It works way better than The King’s Speech, and it doesn’t throw you a hook or a curve…it operates within a classic traditional form.”

This, then, is what “they” want. No hooks, no tricks, no curve balls…nothing too unusual or challenging…just something straight and true, a nice 40 mph pitch across the plate that they can connect with. In other words, if Interstellar is clean and conservative and not too weird or curious…if it’s engaging enough without making people feel unsure of themselves…if it melts them down in just the right way and gives them the “big thing”…that good old lump in the throat that delivers some profound bedrock truth about our common experience, that makes you want to hug your father or your daughter…that comfort, that assurance, that touch of a high…if it gives this particular crowd what they want or need, it’ll be Oscar time on top of being a big box-office champ, which everyone believes is 100% guaranteed.

Today I received a cooler-than-cool Birdman action figure — relatively rare (one of only 1500), hand-crafted in London, hand-painted, mounted on a stand. It only made me want more, of course. A Michael Keaton-as-Riggan Thomson figure with a little digital player that says some of his lines. Or an Edward Norton-as-Mike Shiner action figure. Not economically practical, of course. Thanks to Fox Searchlight.

I’m not an audiophile. I’ll probably never own an upscale turntable system. I’ve been listening to nothing but mp3 music for years, and before that music on CDs and cassette players. But I’m considering plunking down $400 bills for one of Neil Young‘s Pono players (which won’t be shipping until January or February) and then forking over even more so I can download Pono versions of all the great albums, past and future. Because it’s supposed to be like vinyl. Because while mp3s offer roughly 5% of the dynamic range of what was originally recorded, Pono music will deliver more than 90% of that. So I’m really thinking about this. Anyone else?

The well-paid cyborg known as Warner Bros. studio chief Kevin Tsujihara has announced an intention to anesthetize if not suffocate U.S. movie culture with 10 superhero flicks over the next six years — Zack Snyder‘s already-rolling Batman vs. Superman: Dawn of Justice, David Ayer‘s Suicide Squad (2016…what a whore!), Wonder Woman with Gal Gadot (2017), Justice League, Part One (2017), The Flash with demon-eyed Ezra Miller, an Aquaman movie (2018), a fucking Shazam flick, Zack Snyder‘s Justice League, Part Two (2019), Cyborg (2020), a new Green Lantern movie (2020). Plus another stand-alone Superman film starring Henry “Ernest Borgnine” Cavill and a stand-alone Batman flick with Ben Affleck. There’s also a Sandman movie with Joseph Gordon-Levitt plus Guillermo Del Toro’s Justice League Dark. I hope that the scraggly-bearded, overweight, ugly-T-shirt-and-flip-flop-wearing cretins who live for this CG flotsam will be happy.

With Christian Bale now locked to play Steve Jobs in an Aaron Sorkin-written, three-chapter film about the late Apple honcho with Danny Boyle directing, the rumored plan is to shoot in the spring. Which means it might be released in late 2015. Or not — you never know. But if it happens Jobs will almost certainly become one of next year’s Best Picture contenders. This is the same Scott Rudin-produced film that David Fincher was going to direct until he walked over a compensation dispute with Sony. Leonardo DiCaprio was interested in the Jobs role but “passed to take time off from acting,” according to Variety‘s Justin Kroll. Except DiCaprio is now shooting Alejando G. Inarritu‘s The Revenant under miserable northwestern conditions so what kind of a “time-out” was that?

When I say I can’t stand Asian action cinema? This. Even when presented in ironic meta terms, it’s unfuckingwatchable.

Oscar telecast producers Craig Zadan and Neil Meron have hired veteran award-show emcee Neil Patrick Harris (the Tonys and this year’s Emmy awards) to host the 87th Oscar show, which will happen on Sunday, February 22nd. The Gone Girl costar has won Four Emmys and earlier this year snagged a Tony for his musical lead performance in Hedwig and the Angry Inch.

One of the first results of Quentin Tarantino‘s hostile takeover of the New Beverly Cinema, which Deadline‘s Jen Yamato reported about on 9.7, was, of course, getting rid of that damn digital projector and committing to an all-35mm, all-the-time policy. It also resulted in the respectful removal of Michael Torgan (son of the late honcho/founder of the New Beverly) who had managed the cinema for many years. (I posted a recap and reaction on 9.17.) And now recently appointed co-manager Julia Marchese, who’s also been with the New Beverly for years, serving as the face and the personality of that down-at-the-heels establishment, has revealed that QT’s personal assistant and NB superior Julie Mclean has told her she’s “not manager material” and that she’s perfectly free to leave the New Beverly if she wants. This action apparently had something to do with Marchese balking at an order from Tarantino that no one can talk about the new operation on social media. What has happened to Marchese is standard African wildlife behavior. When a new lion takes over the pride, all the cubs sired by the previous lion have to be killed. “It absolutely breaks my heart to say this, but the New Beverly Cinema that have I loved and stood so ardently for — and that I believe so many of you out there love and stand up for — is gone,” Marchese has written on her site.

I generally regard Fox News anchor Megyn Kelly as a rightwing harridan and a cold-hearted, logic-defying ideologue, but not this time. CDC Director Dr. Tom Frieden is obviously too moderate, too mellow, too laissez-faire. He needs to be whacked and I mean right now. Frieden obviously hasn’t taken the lessons of Steven Soderbergh‘s Contagion (’11) or Wolfgang Peterson’s Outbreak (’95) to heart. President Obama needs to man up and get someone with the temperament of Dustin Hoffman‘s Colonel Sam Daniels to take Frieden’s place. Two Dallas-based infected hospital workers now — how many more have been exposed? Mild-mannered bureaucrats don’t cut the mustard in situations like this. The CDC needs a strong decider who isn’t afraid of pissing people off or being…you know, “brutally efficient.”