Lynn Hirschberg‘s New York profile of Behind The Candelabra star Michael Douglas is typical for her — not fawning but fair, smoothly written, sharp observations. But here’s what got me: “[Douglas] took out his iPhone. ‘Look at this,’ he said. It was an ecstatic e-mail about another one of Douglas’s upcoming films, Last Vegas, in which he plays an about-to-be-married bachelor out for a final hurrah with his buddies (played by, among others, Robert De Niro and Kevin Kline) in Las Vegas. The film had tested through the roof.

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The subject of last night’s Oscar Poker discussion between myself and Sasha Stone was initially the Cannes Film Festival, and how this year’s lineup looks like one of the best in a long time. But then we detoured into a glum assessment of how shallow and smug and soulless the movie-watching realm is becoming due to the effing Millenials being indifferent or oblivious to any film that isn’t massive or powerfully marketed or sequel-y or in some other way culturally unmissable or unavoidable.

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An hour ago a friend and I walked into a friendly neighborhood video store called Cinemania Videothek (Neue Kantstrasser 32, Charlottenberg). It’s so cool to just browse around in an old-fashioned DVD rental store, discussing the alleged merits of this or that film and the clerk offering knowledgable comments and suggestions…a nice nostalgia trip. Anyway, my friend asked about renting Billy Wilder‘s One, Two, Three and the clerk soon conveyed that it was all Greek to him.

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A 5.12 N.Y. Times story by David Segal reports that Scott Thorson, former boy-toy lover of Liberace who’s played by Matt Damon in Steven Soderbergh‘s Behind The Candelabra (HBO, 5.26), is currently doing time in Washoe County Jail near Reno after buying $1300 worth of merchandise with someone else’s credit card and driver’s license. “It’s hard to connect this worn and anxious man in a blue prison shirt to the beefcake grinning in photographs in the late 1970s,” Segal writes. “Time, an on-and-off meth addiction, several stints in prison and what he describes as Stage 3 colon cancer have taken their toll.”

A BBC documentary called The Great Gatsby: Midnight In Manhattan came out on DVD last Tuesday (5.7). It includes interviews with William Styron, George Plimpton and Hunter S. Thompson. (Tip of the hat to Speakeasy’s Barbara Chai of The Wall Street Journal.)

This morning I finally got around to reading Kelly Marcel‘s script of Saving Mr. Banks, the story of the contentious script collaboration between Walt Disney (Tom Hanks) and Mary Poppins author P.L. Travers (Emma Thompson) during the development of Disney’s Mary Poppins film, which came out to great success and acclaim in 1964.

Tom Hanks as Walt Disney as Emma Thompson as P.L. Travers in John Lee Hancock and Kelly Marcel’s Saving Mr. Banks (Disney, 12.20).

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For some bizarre reason a U.S. version of this Fruitvale Station trailer denies embed code access so I went with a French-subtitled version. This fits with Ryan Coogler‘s film, which the Weinstein Co. is releasing on 7.16, about to screen in the Un Certain Regard section of the Cannes Film Festival.

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Today I spent the late afternoon and evening in Friedrichshain, the hip neighborhood in Eastern Berlin (just east of Kreuzberg) that is obviously the cool place to be. It’s like the Bedford area of Brooklyn about 10 or 12 years ago. Full of life and couples and pizazz. Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection, dragging themselves through the negro streets and looking for an angry fix. Everyone on the streets is under 40, graffiti and big shady trees and scooters and bicycles. Dozens of outdoor cafes and not a tourist in sight.

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I had an issue today with the wonderful people at Superfit, a health club in Berlin Charlottenberg (Wilmersdorferstrasse 54). I wanted to just hit the treadmill and use some of the machinery, but I didn’t think to bring sweats or shorts with me to Europe. So I tried to skirt the fashion norm by paying my 10 euro-per-day fee and using the facilities with my Nike workout shoes and jeans. Yes, I know, of course — jeans don’t pass muster in a workout club. It’s not cool and I get that. They’re totally right. But I was looking for a little leniency.

Call me a cheapskate but I just couldn’t see shelling out 20 or 25 euros for a pair of bathing suit trunks or gray sweatpants so I could pay 10 euros to do two miles on a treadmill for one time. I was being a pain and a bit obstinate, okay, but was it really that crazy to ask for a little slack? As a one-time deal?

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The following are responses to Michael Fleming‘s 5.10 Deadline story about the Weinstein Co.’s decision to move up the release date of Lee Daniels‘ The Butler from October 18th to August 16th. “That slot has done well for films that include The Help, Julie and Julia and Eat Pray Love,” Fleming writes, “and TWC will hope to follow suit.”

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