I’m irked that Universal isn’t opening Brian Helgeland‘s Legend until October 2nd. Who wouldn’t be? The period crime drama looks snappy and noirish and altogether delicious. You just know that Tom Hardy‘s dual performance as Ronald and Reginald Kray is going to ring a whole string of bells. A perfect antidote to the summer doldrums. But all we’ll get for the next three months are Legend trailers, Legend trailers and more Legend trailers. Pic might turn up at the Venice or Telluride festivals; it’ll certain play Toronto.
McGowan Wenzel Muller Sandler
Last night Rose McGowan tweeted that her agent had cut her loose because she’d recently tweeted a complaint about an allegedly sexist casting call for an Adam Sandler film, one that urged auditioning actresses to wear a “form-fitting tank that shows off cleavage (push-up bras encouraged).” McGowan tweeted that “I just got fired by my wussy acting agent because I spoke up about the bullshit in Hollywood.” This morning it was reported that McGowan’s agent, Innovative Artists’ Sheila Wenzel, has left Innovative, but before the McGowan tweet surfaced last night. McGowan may have been referring to her other Innovative agent, Steve Muller. Today McGowan tweeted that Wenzel “is a wonderful agent that ceased working with Innovative before my firing. She’s a good, strong woman I’m proud to know.”
Adam Sandler, Rose McGowan.
Sheila Wenzel, formerly of Innovative Artists.
Ray Hicks, Pigs In Utah, etc.
The 2001 MGM Home Video DVD of Karel Reisz‘s Who’ll Stop The Rain has never looked great, and in some portions (particularly the opening passages in Vietnam) it seems to have been processed in barley soup. There’s now a high-def version available for rental on Vudu, and I’m telling you it’s a major revelation. For the first time since it opened in the spring of ’78 (it’s vaguely horrifying to think that was over 37 years ago) you can see what this film actually looked like — how it was truly meant to be seen by dp Richard Kline. All hail “Samurai Ray” Hicks — the greatest character ever played by Nick Nolte and arguably his finest performance. When I first began to self-describe as “samurai,” you can bet I wasn’t thinking of Toshiro Mifune. Created by “Dog Soldiers” author Robert Stone, Hicks is one of the great 20th Century American heroes, “semper fi”…and inspired, of course, by the legendary Neal Cassady. Here’s an absolutely vital Hicks dialogue clip.
HE’s own Svetlana Cvetko during a commercial shoot in Utah, taken a day or two ago
Relationship Between Ted 2 and Dylann Roof
“This is probably not the moment for Ted 2, a time when a young white man can sit among a group of black Charleston churchgoers for the better part of an hour before taking out his weapon and shooting nine of them dead; one in which the ensuing conversation focuses on whether the cause was racism and why we have to keep going there even after it’s been demonstrated that the shooter was well steeped in white-supremacist concerns. It’s one in which the president can come under fire for saying the n-word as though he were using it the way [it’s used] in Seth MacFarlane’s movie; and one in which the cross-racial outrage over the racist flag that waves on the South Carolina capitol lawn reached such a political pitch that, for the first time, there’s actually a possibility that it could be removed.” — from Wesley Morris’s 6.2 review, posted on Grantland.
Having missed the Ted 2 all-media (I won’t see Seth MacFarlane‘s film until Friday or Saturday), I’m not in a position to connect the dots between a potty-mouthed toy bear and the recent Charleston slaughter. But you have to give credit to Morris, at least, for pushing a curious hot button that, whatever the merits, everyone is paying attention to this morning. And not cynically — Morris obviously means every word.
I Shag Therefore I Am
“Described by its own writer-director Leslye Headland as ‘When Harry Met Sally for assholes’, Sleeping with Other People is so deeply in debt to its predecessor that it’s a near-remake. Which could be awful, except Headland’s script is so hilarious, so full of achingly well-observed one-liners on sex and relationships and parenting that it qualifies as a sparkling new rethink of a beloved film we’ve all seen too many times.” — from Kyle Smith’s 1.25.15 Sundance Film Festival review.
HE Half-Time Oscar Noms
Instead of listing the best films of 2015 so far, which is what everyone is doing, I’m breaking it down as half-time Oscar nominations. The Best Picture category is a full boat (ten noms) but the other categories are threadbare, catch-as-catch-can. If I consider commercial releases only, the first six months have been somewhat thin. So let’s include new films I’ve seen this year in all formats and situations — mostly theatrical and film festival but also cable and VOD. This is just a first draft, of course. Suggestions, reminders and disputes are solicited.
Keep in mind that things always look a bit fallow in late June, and that at least 21 heavy hitters have yet to be seen (A Bigger Splash, Black Mass, Bridge of Spies, Brooklyn, By The Sea, Concussion, The Danish Girl, Demolition, Everybody Wants Some, Hail Caesar!, Joy, Money Monster, Our Brand Is Crisis, The Program, The Revenant, Silence [‘2015 or ’16?], Snowden, Spotlight, Steve Jobs, Suffragette, Trumbo).
Top Five 2015 Best Picture nominees (in order of excellence/preference): 1. Love & Mercy (d: Bill Pohlad), 2. Son of Saul (Cannes, d: Laszlo Nemes), 3. Carol (Cannes, d: Todd Haynes), 4. Mad Max: Fury Road (d: George Miller), 5. Going Clear: Scientology and the Prison of Belief (HBO, d: Alex Gibney),
Best Picture nominees, second grouping: 6. Drunk Stoned Brilliant Dead: The Story of the National Lampoon (Sundance, d: Douglas Tirola); 7. About Elly (d: Asghar Farhadi); 8. Inside Out (d: Pete Docter — I didn’t care for the experience of watching this film but I have to give the animated devil his due — this is a smart, clever, thematically engaging go-getter “ride” movie); 9. Far From The Madding Crowd (d: Thomas Vinterberg). SPECIAL ADD-ON: 10. Brooklyn (missed it at Sundance but everybody did cartwheels so I’m going on faith here — d: John Crowley, screenplay: Nick Hornby).
Wipeout
Thank you, Time Warner, for the total collapse of wifi and even TV cable service starting around 10 this morning. I need to go down to the local TWC office and switch out the modem. Plus I’ve been dealing with (a) my late mother’s insurance policy and (b) a multi-millionaire deadbeat who controls a subsidiary company that hasn’t fully paid for an ad that ran on HE last January. I’ll try to file by the late afternoon but no promises. One of the topics will be Amy, the Amy Winehouse doc that I finally saw last night after missing it in Cannes. Update: TWC wifi back on after three and a half hours of nothing. I still can’t file until later.
Too Dumb To Do It Right
It’s the same broad joke over and over, no? For one brief shining moment Zach Galifianakis was cool in Birdman. Now he’s back to playing diaper men.
“Leave Me Alone, I’m A Family Man…”
The following anecdote was written by legendary producer Robert Evans, and can be found in his 1994 autobiography “The Kid Stays In The Picture“:
Thanks to HE reader Tim Jackson for providing the excerpt.
Who Cares?
A 1969 Harley Davidson motorcycle bought and presumably ridden around by Marlon Brando is being auctioned on Saturday, 6.27 at Julien’s Auctions in Beverly Hills. The bike is expected to sell for at least $200K. Can I ask why? The Brando machine to bid on is the one he rode in The Wild One (’54), which was a black 1950 Triumph Thunderbird. (Triumph quickly exploited this by introducing a line of black T-Birds, nicknamed the Triumph Blackbirds.) Or, failing this, how about auctioning the red Moto Guzi motorcycle that Brando posed with to promote The Wild One? You’d have be pretty gullible to put any value on the ’69 Harley…seriously.
Action In The South Pacific
“It was during the campaign on Guam during the summer of ’44. Seven of us were about to do a job on a cave in which some Japs were reputedly hiding. We fanned into formation and worked out way to vantage points around the entrance. Then I signaled, and one of the flame throwers sprang up and shot a full load of liquid fire into the cave. He darted back and two men perched near the top of the cave leaned over and hurled in grenades. Two more Marines ran forward to spray the inside of the cave with .30-calibre bullets from Browning automatic rifles. And then the coup de grace as a demolitions man lighted the fuse of two blocks of TNT and flung them into the darkness.
“The job was over. Any sons of Nippon who might have been inside were certainly having tea with their ancestors. We relaxed and were lighting cigarettes when one of the guys suddenly pointed and cried “look!”