In the wake of a new U.S. government climate change study, a 5.6 N.Y. Times article by former Utah governor Jon Huntsman quoted a Pew poll that said 41 percent of Tea Party Republicans believe “that global warming was not happening” and that “another 28 percent said not enough was known.” A related Times article by Megan Thee-Brenan reported that Americans are generally the most denial-prone among all the industrialized nations regarding climate change. At what point should climate-change deniers and disputers stop getting a pass? 10 or 15 years hence if not sooner they’ll be gone from news-channel discussion panels. Their views will be deemed so absurd as to not even merit passing consideration.

The more pernicious and threatening this situation gets, the less radical my green reeducation camps idea will seem. If you don’t want any kind of future for your grandchildren and great-grandchildren, fine…let’s just cruise along and do nothing. But there’s really no way to argue against the notion that rural yokels and their Congressional reps are, no exaggeration, the most malicious villains of our time. Public enemies in every conceivable sense of that term. I explained it all in an 8.5.09 piece called “Argument Over Beers.”

It’s close to 20 years ago, man, when Mr. Othello Complex nearly sliced his wife’s head clean off. The DNA and blood trail evidence was pretty close to irrefutable, but the “downtown” jury (including the infamous “Brenda Moron“) found the accused innocent because they wanted to push back at (i.e., balance out) the railroading of African-American perpetrators and defendants for decades and decades by the LAPD. The jury basically said to us and themselves, “We’re horrified at the murder of two innocent people (Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman), but the glove not fitting gives us a way of dodging the truth in the service of addressing something bigger…an issue that matters more to us personally and culturally.”

And the reactions are…?

I’ve forgotten if it’s been previously rumored or half-assedly reported or whatever that Abel Ferrara’s Welcome to New York, a drama about the financial, political and sexual intrigues of Dominique Strauss-Kahn, will screen during the Cannes Film Festival. In any event it was announced today that a Cote d’Azur screening will happen at a private-level venue (i.e., outside the festival) on Saturday, 5.17. Costars Gerard Depardieu and Jacqueline Bisset will hobknob with selected press. Wild Bunch is orchestrating the event, handling sales, etc.

Abel Ferrara (second from left) directing Gerard Depardieu during filming of Welcome to New York

I’ve honestly never gazed at International Space Station live high-def video footage. Four high-def cameras attached to the exterior of the space station and transmitting in real-time, etc. Here’s a crew activity and location chart.

It’s 85% my fault for being late for today’s 11 am press screening of Craig Gillespie‘s Million Dollar Arm (Disney, 5.16). (The MTA and more particularly the F train are 15% at fault, but let’s not get into that now.) So I arrived at the 42nd Street E-Walk at 11:35 am, which was roughly 30 minutes after it started. (I didn’t think I’d miss much if I began at the half-hour mark as it would be all set-up about Jon Hamm‘s sports-agent character having career trouble and deciding to go to India to find some talent.) But E-Walk management wouldn’t let me in. The manager’s first name is/was Kumudu. I took his picture four times and he kept blocking with his hand. He said that the Disney-affiliated publicist had left instructions for no one to be admitted after she left. What are the odds, honestly, that some wino or internet psychopath or axe murderer is going to ask for entry to a screening that no one except Disney and journalists know about? I tapped out the following to Disney publicity after realizing it wasn’t happening: “Came all the way up from Brooklyn with subway delays and other hassles, and E-Walk management wouldn’t let me in, per Disney’s instructions. Thanks very much. Is there another screening tomorrow? I can’t believe you & yours would instruct E-Walk management to deny access to invited journos. Brilliant! I guess I’ll just buy a ticket if all else fails.” A journalist friend who saw it this morning just called: “Jerry Maguire meets Slumdog Millionaire…a lot of it really works really well.”

The hand of Kumudu during a discussion about why he was denying me admission to the press screening of Million Dollar Arm.

There is no joy in 1.85 Mudville this morning with DVD Beaver having posted 1.33:1 screen captures from the upcoming BFI Bluray of Werner Herzog‘s Aguirre, The Wrath of God (’77). Herzog’s dp Thomas Mauch obviously framed each shot to allow for 1.66 or 1.85 cleavering, but the fact that Herzog and the producers of this Bluray decided to go full boxy is one more stone in the shoes of 1.85 fascists. Their pain is my gain. This film and Fitzcarraldo and My Best Fiend are among my all-time Herzog favorites. Furies in the jungle, metal helmets, blonde against green, howled obscenities, etc.

Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter has introduced Lini Anolik’s piece about how the O.J. Simpson murder trial gave birth to reality TV as follows: “[During the relentless media coverage] competition for guests among the cable news channels was fierce, making those with any sort of connection to Simpson or the victims, however tenuous, fair game. Found objects like Kato Kaelin and Faye Resnick became de facto news items. They were the first generation of what we have come to refer to as ‘reality stars.’

“As Anolik writes in “It All Began with O.J.,” the distinction between celebrity and infamy suddenly ceased to be. It was all the same. The doors to the formerly exclusive celebrity club had swung open, even to those with no discernible talent. And especially to those with no shame.

One of the marks of a brilliant comedian is the ability to get laughs with lines that would offend and piss people off if someone less talented had said them. An amazingly brave performance considering the usual wrath of p.c. Stalinists. Let us never forget Gottfried’s telling of the Aristocrats joke.

I’m really glad I got to see Bridges of Madison County before it closes on 5.18. It was recently nominated for four Tony Awards but not for Best Musical, and that apparently sealed its fate. Is it a great musical? Perhaps not but it’s a deeply moving one. Like the 1995 Clint Eastwood-directed film version, it’s about the kind of brief passionate love that can’t last (but good God, the sex!), followed by a sense of irretrievable loss lasting a lifetime and perhaps beyond. I’m sorry but that shit gets me every time. The Tony-nominated Kelli O’Hara is sadly mesmerizing as the unhappily married Francesca (i.e., the Meryl Streep role) but I was actually a bit more touched and affected by Steven Pasquale‘s Robert, the hunky National Geographic photographer whose brief affair with Francesca is the raison de la tragedie. Jason Robert Brown‘s score (also Tony-nominated) melted me down on at least four or five occasions. The singing and the staging and the sets…all first-rate. Marsha Norman‘s book delivers, I feel, a more complex and affecting tale than the film version did. The best musicals cut right to the core of life’s passages — the grieving, longing, needing, hoping, hurting, weeping and all the delights. And when they connect it’s amazing. Some primal part of you comes alive and some special beating of your heart kicks in, and suddenly the world feels more vibrant and teeming with feeling. That’s what happened tonight — an extraordinary emotional experience. My son Dylan, 24, wasn’t as affected but that’s to be expected as he doesn’t get/like the musical form. Tomorrow I’m seeing Bryan Cranston in All The Way…can’t wait.