“To live outside the law you must be honest” — a line from Bob Dylan‘s “Absolutely Sweet Marie“.

Derek Cianfrance‘s Roofman (Paramount/Miramax, 10.10), which I saw late last night, is much, much better than I expected. It hums with serious heart, tension, anxiety, inner conflict. And if you ask me, Kirsten Dunst is a shoo-in for a Best Actress nomination.

As we speak the woke-theology fanatics critics aren’t being effusive enough about Roofman — it’s only merited an 82% from Rotten Tomatoes and currently has a droopy 64% score from Metacritic. And that’s really wrong…it’s really fucked up to dismiss or semi-dismiss a film as good as this. Fucking assholes.

Plus Roofman‘s first weekend will only pull in $10 million, give or take.

Roofman might nonetheless qualify as a Best Picture contender once the word gets around; ditto Cianfrance for Best Director. Tatum is pretty damn impressive also. It’s that fucking good…seriously.

The first trailer sold a semi-comical, character-driven, fact-flirting caperflick about a lighthearted, small-time thief (Channing Tatum) falling in love with a nice, decent woman (Kirsten Dunst) who eventually finds out, etc.

That trailer shamelessly and sociopathically lied through its fucking teeth.

A more recent trailer [below] was a bit more candid about what kind of film Roofman is, but it still lied because it emphasized the “antsy, anxiety-besieged thief having to lie and pretend and skulk around in order to survive” aspect.

What Roofman is, in fact, is an oddly fascinating and curiously touching love story…actually a kind of suburban schizophrenic love story because Tatum’s Jeffrey Manchester is torn between living the sketchy, dodgy, blade-runner life of a thief while falling into the vibe of being a nice, nurturing, church-attending guy who loves Dunst’s Leigh Wainscott, a mother of two teenage girls who works at a Toys R’ Us in Charlotte, North Carolina.

The film is basically about Tatum’s inability to to be loyal to one or the other and trying to split the difference, and eventually succumbing to the yield of his own indecision.

Pic is generally based on a five-year period in Manchester’s felonious life, which began in ’98 and ended in early ’05 (i.e., between his late 20s and early 30s). But it’s more particularly about the Wainscott period (June ’04 to early ’05).

Roofman isn’t guided as much as punctuated (not defined or propelled but punctuated like a dash or an ellipses or a semi-colon) by Manchester’s thievery, which basically amounted to roof-drilling into a series of McDonalds outlets and grabbing the cash as well as living inside a Toys ‘R’ Us and subsisting on baby food and M&Ms peanut candies.

Manchester’s relationship with Wainscott and her daughters is the heart of the film, as well as the primary, paradoxical reason why he gets popped at the end. (The 54-year-old Manchester is currently in the slam and not due for release until 2036.)

And I’m telling you that Dunst’s performance really brings the honesty, the feeling, the hurt and the do-re-mi. I know what an Oscar-level performance looks, feels and sounds like, and Dunst really brings it.

But you still have to be able to roll with the mystery of Jeffrey Manchester, whom Tatum portrays as a real humdinger of a puzzle…an amiable but hidden, strangely conflicted dude….decent but conniving and gently felonious…unconcerned with the usual social commandments but desiring family ties.

It’s actually not so much the Blonde on Blonde poetry of Dylan as the core philosophy of Neil McCauley that Manchester fails to heed.

McCauley’s view is that living outside the law requires a coldly calculating form of discipline when it comes to significant others, to wit: “Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.”

Alas, Tatum/Manchester isn’t cold or tough enough to adopt the McCauley ethos, and it is this failure from which Roofman‘s story tension and emotionality flows. This is what makes Roofman curiously fascinating. Manchester is obviously some kind of fleet-fingered sociopath, but one who paradoxically manages to con himself into believing that he can find comfort and respite in the straight, conventional, church-adjacent life of Wainscott and her two teenage daughters.

The whole time you’re muttering to yourself, “Listen, asshole…I feel the rapport with Dunst and her daughters like you, and I understand why you want to live in that world while taking part in their churchgoing life and all that, but you fucking can’t because you’re chosen the life of a thief. Haven’t you seen fucking Heat? If you don’t want to get sent back to jail you have to maintain that McCauley discipline, and if you fail to do that you’re toast. Do you get it? Wake up, man!”

If a reporter or editor puts quote marks around a term, it means that he/she regards the term as exotic and to some degree suspect. Especially if they qualify it by adding “so-called”.

In Jessica Testa‘s 10.6 N.Y. Times story about Bari Weiss (“How Bari Weiss Won“), the following passage appears in paragraph #5:

“[Weiss] achieved [her CBS News hiring] without climbing the typical journalistic career ladder, and with no experience directing television coverage. She is richer in social clout than in Emmys or Pulitzers. And she is known more for wanting to rid the world of so-called wokeness than for promoting journalistic traditions.”

Testa and her editors are obviously casting doubt upon the validity of the “w” term. It follows that they wouldn’t dare use “so-called” as an adjective when mentioning certain sacred-cow terms.

If, say, a reporter or editor were to put quotes around “systemic racism” with a “so-called” qualifier, they would be instantly suspected of being Republicans if not white supremacists and probably fired and ex-communicated on the spot. Same result if they were to post an article that used the term “so-called ‘sexual harassment'”. Ditto if a reporter or editor were to publish an article that included “so-called ‘climate change'” — only a rightwing denialist would use such terminology.

From “Variety Shows Its Hand“, posted on 9.22.21:

“So we know where Variety reporter Jamie Lang (and/or his editor) is coming from when an opening paragraph about a Johnny Depp press conference at the San Sebastian Film Festival reads as follows:

“‘Johnny Depp was only meant to be asked questions relating to his career during a press conference preceding his Donostia Awards reception at the San Sebastian Film Festival. But in response to one journalist’s bold attempt to parse the actor’s thoughts on so-called ‘cancel culture’ and how social media can affect public figures, Depp did not hold back.'”

JFK spots Abraham Zapruder, etc. The JFK voice (created or branded by “Inspector Theory” or Sora or whomever) isn’t an imitation…it’s him! Same vocal chords! The most accurate-sounding artificial JFK simulation I’ve ever heard. Presumably AI-generated.

Why didn’t the creator get the proper seating, the angle and the Dealey Plaza atmosphere right? How hard could that have been? And why does Jackie look like Lois Chiles in The Way We Were?

As we all stand together before the gaping, fang-toothed jaws of AI engulfment, I’ve never felt more of an intense longing to see films that operate on the simplest renderings of dramatic or comedic or fantasy-seeking basics — movies that hopefully arouse the mind, trigger the heart and generally go deep.

Translation: AI is fine, but it has to be invisible.

I will hereafter stop badgering David Kittredge about a possible Best Documentary Oscar campaign for the great Boorman and The Devil, as I learned today that so far nobody has gotten in touch with key journos and conversation-starters who might want to see it.

I don’t know for a fact that Boorman and the Devil hasn’t even been verbally pitched as a possible awards contender, but this certainly seems to be the situation.

I don’t know if the film’s reps are keeping silent because they simply don’t see it as an award-season player, or because they don’t plan to qualify it until next year or what.

I’m sure that key players in the award-season universe would love to see Boorman and the Devil. They just haven’t been offered the chance to do so.

In other words, Kittredge has basically thrown in the towel. For now, I mean. Maybe next year.

Boiled down or at least apparently, there’s one basic reason why Peter Kiefer has written a Kevin Costner takedown piece for The Hollywood Reporter (the article has two titles — “How Kevin Costner Lost Hollywood” and “How Kevin Costner Lost The Plot”).

It posted today (10.8) because Costner’s epic-sized Horizon project has been a big bust, and all big-swing failures must be punished.

Mitigating quote from Rick Nicita, Costner’s agent from 2002 to 2008: “The word difficult gets used a lot. It can mean someone who won’t come out of their trailer, or someone who doesn’t know their lines, or is rude. [But] that’s not Kevin. He wanted what he wanted and knew what he wanted and if he didn’t get it…well, he was never a great compromiser. It’s a firm belief in himself and a confidence that to some can play as arrogance.

“Nothing that’s happened surprises me because Kevin firmly believes in himself. He thinks he can will things into happening because he could, and he did. I don’t think that’s changed.

“What happened is the circumstances no longer allow for that. I’ve never known him to play the angles — it’s all fast balls down the middle. It’s just that the strike zone has gotten smaller. But I would never write him off.”

In One Battle After Another, the 25-year-old Chase Infiniti gives a vivid supporting performance as the brave and resourceful Willa, the 16-year-old daughter of Leonardo DiCaprio‘s “Bob Ferguson” and Teyana Taylor‘s “Perfidia Beverly Hills”.

Willa is obviously supporting because the film doesn’t rest on her shoulders — it rests on Leo’s, as he’s with us, arc-wise and struggle-wise, from start to finish. (Perfidia bails early on and dishonorably at that, and therefore doesn’t count.) Willa is first and foremost a reactive victim character after getting kidnapped by Sean Penn‘s Colonel Steven J. Lockjaw, and then escaping and taking charge with a weapon, etc. Chase is playing a tough nut, but clearly not a lead.

Why, then, is Infiniti going for a Best Actress nomination? Because her reps are looking to game the system. They’re basically saying to the industry, “You may have thought Willa was a supporting character while watching One Battle After Another, but we’re not accepting this. We’re setting our own agenda. As far as we’re concerned, Willa is a lead character even if she isn’t because it’s better for Chase, career-wise, to go the big gold. She’ll get a bigger bump out of a Best Actress nomination than a Best Supporting one.”

Another way of putting it is that I’m not determined to hate it.

Roofman (Paramount/Miramax, technically opening tomorrow) is clearly a movie-movie, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It also seems to be a dishonest sell-job as far as the real-life Jeffrey Manchester is concerned, but I can accept movie bullshit if it’s sufficiently clever, charming and confident.

“Obviously Broad, Goofy…A Chuckly Popcorn Flick“, posted on 6.25.25: “Perhaps there’s more substance to Derek Cianfrance‘s Roofman (Paramount, 10.10) than what the trailers have indicated.

“But a certain early trailer indicated that as far as Channing Tatum and Kirsten Dunst‘s characters** are concerned, Roofman is definitely not Out of Sight. It’s going for easy sitcom laughs…a tone of light silliness and zero sophistication.

“Tatum, 44, dropped some weight for this role. Dunst, 43, is too old to play the proverbial girlfriend (sensible, morally grounded). If she was ten years younger, okay, but she’s not.

“The red powder exploding in Peter Dinklage‘s face is the best bit.

“Tony Revolori was only 18 or thereabouts when he played a slender, poker-faced bellboy in Wes Anderson‘s The Grand Budapest Hotel (’14). Now he’s 29 and chubby.”

** Tatum plays Jeffrey Manchester, a polite, well-behaved stone sociopath felon who robbed a whole lotta McDonald’s restaurants in the early part of this century. Manchester is in jail as we speak, and looking at release in 2036…only 11 more years!”

The current wokey answer is “we don’t care how good Mr. Wonderful might be as ‘Milton Rockwell’ in Marty Supreme (A24, 12.25)…he’s a ruthless Trumpie and there’s no way he’s getting any award-season action…not if we have anything to say about it…not if we can nip this shit in the bud.”

Alternate wokey exclamations: “Naaahhh”, “Fuck that guy!”, “He’s the devil!”

Reddit (24 hours ago): “I skimmed through a handful of Letterboxd 5 star reviews for Marty Supreme and was shocked by how much mention there was of Kevin O’Leary, who seems to have a larger role in the film than many expected.”

HE interjection: O’Leary is fourth-billed on the Marty Supreme Wiki page.

HE sez: If O’Leary really nails the Rockwell character and is thereby a major standout, he shouldn’t be discriminated against for behaving like a flinty prick on Shark Tank or in real life or whatever.

Back to Reddit: “I can’t really expect a movie that largely features a Trump apologist who goes on CNN to defend the current administration granting much respect into Awards season. Is it possible?”

@gma “What I think is important in life is spend about 30% of your day outside of your comfort zone.” Kevin O’Leary shares what pushed him to jump into the world of acting in his new film, “Marty Supreme.” #martysupreme #sharktank #kevinoleary ♬ original sound – Good Morning America

Friendo: “I wish there was a link to Dreams, the Michel Franco-Jessica Chastain drama about a reckless affair. But ever since premiering in Berlin eight or nine months ago and aside from the recent screening at the Hamptons Film Festival, it’s been a no-show all over…Telluride, TIFF, NYFF, etc.”

HE: “Yeah, a bit odd. Greenwich Entertainment execs obviously liked it enough to acquire U.S. rights, but are obviously and somewhat curiously feeling skittish on some level. They’re not releasing it until early ’26.”

Friendo: “The ending apparently pissed a lot of people off.”

HE: “The pissed-off contingent was triggered by what? Chastain’s to-the-manor-born character deciding to blow off the Mexican ballet dancer-lover (Isaac Fernandez) or …what, something more drastic?”

Friendo: “I’m not entirely sure. Reviews only hinted that what Chastain does is morally repugnant.”

Never fuck anyone who’s below your social station. Or, if you will, never fuck the help.

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