Cheers to Kate Beckinsale (best thing she’s done since Nothing But The Truth), Judy Greer (finest achievement since her phenomenal Descendants performance) and Andrea Savage.

I saw Sydney Pollack‘s Jeremiah Johnson once in late ’72, and that was it. Despite an excellent memory for particulars, I have no recollection of this 116-minute film having a roadshow aura with an overture, entre’acte and whatnot. But DVD Beaver’s review of the just-out Bluray says it did. An intermission for a film lasting 116 minutes would have been unusual, if not bizarre. The Wiki page says there was a shorter version lasting 108 minutes.

A sense of increasing warmth and a gradually approaching summer was unmistakable in Los Angeles and New York in recent days. And then I came to Berlin. Grayish, grumpy weather tends to make people (i.e., me) feel the same. On top of which I wasn’t able to see last night’s super moon because of the heavy cloud blanket.

The gist of Michael Cooper‘s 5.5 N.Y. Times article about swing-state prospects in the 2012 Presidential election is that (a) Colorado, Florida, Iowa, Nevada, New Hampshire, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia and Wisconsin are where the action will be, and that (b) despite “a range of economic data provided by Moody’s Analytics [showing] that all nine states are rebounding and that most now have unemployment rates below the national average, the so-called grumpy voter effect” will kick in to some extent and perhaps even prove decisive.

Explanation: “Despite economic improvement in a state, if the economic situation in a state is really too bad the grumpy voter will discount the improvement.”

Not to mention the various enlightened voters of all stripes who want to rid the country of the nation’s first socialist Muslim foreign-born president who routinely kowtows and bows down to foreign despots, and who wants to rob Americans of their economic freedom by forcing them to accept a limited government-funded health care system and to live their toothless, tattooed, trailer-trash, fast-food lifestyles with impugnity.

Bottom line: The grumps could hand Romney a win.

The 4% Rotten Tomatoes and 14% Metacritic scores for Nicole Kassell‘s A Little Bit of Heaven (Millenium, 5.4.12) suggests it may be 2012’s absolute worst of the year, at least as far as critics are concerned. Not, in other words, just the latest chapter in the ongoing career suicide of Kate Hudson but also a potential career-damager for Kassell.

If any HE regular has seen it, please advise. I was never invited to an LA screening. Odd as this may sound, I’m going to rent a DVD at a nearby Berlin video store later today. The film opened in Europe last year. A German DVD was released three months ago.

If not A Little Bit of Heaven, what 2012 stinker would currently occupy the top slot? The contenders so far: The Devil Inside, Contraband, Darling Companion, Red Tails, Man on a Ledge, One for the Money, Flowers of War, Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax, Let the Bullets Fly, Tim & Eric’s Billion Dollar Movie, One for the Money, Gone, Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance, Wrath of the Titans.

Second best line: “You promised me that Hugo would be under two hours.”

The Dictator “is frequently funny and fast-moving and inventive,” I wrote from Las Vegas on 4.24. “And it’s not just another Borat-Bruno here-we-go-again yaddah yaddah, which I had feared it might be.

“Okay, don’t trust me (I don’t care) but it was clear to yours truly and presumably others last night that (a) The Dictator is much, much better than Bruno, (b) it’s not a victim-punking mockumentary but a ludicrously farcical movie-movie with an arc and character development and a payoff — a personal journey of awakening (‘like Eat Pray Love,’ as Sacha Baron Cohen‘s General Admiral Aladeen quips during the last third) that is mostly ridiculous but isn’t dismissable, partly because (c) it has actual political content and a great political third-act speech that for some reason reminded me of a payoff moment in a Preston Sturges film (like Hail the Conquering Hero, perhaps).”

On the promotional circuit for whatever film Kristen Stewart, being as inwardly directed as you or me or perhaps more so, is constantly trying to say things that don’t lend themselves to promotion. But that’s not the job at hand so she’s asked all the usual-usuals (as usual) and she’s always saying “well, yeah, kinda…uh-huh, thank you…I guess so” and other defaults. An obvious reticence and discomfort angling toward otherness…right?

After spotting this two or three years ago I thought Stewart might share the moodiness and perhaps some of the talent of Sean Penn or Marlon Brando. Or that she might at least indulge in experiments from time to time that might unleash something. Now I don’t know. Because Snow White and Huntsman (clip at 9:40) looks profoundly ridiculous, and I’m wondering when will the Penn-like, Brando-ish career experimentation start…or is she just going for the money and saying “fuck it” and whatever else?

It’s very heartening to sit in a warm Berlin apartment on a Sunday morning with a strong cup of coffee and watch YouTube fragments of Friday night’s Real Time, etc. You have to be out of the country to feel this particular form of affection.

“Did anyone notice that the projection framing” for a faux-IMAX (or ‘Lie-MAX’) Boston Common screening of The Avengers, for which customers pay an extra $6 per ticket, “was so off-kilter that all the actors’ heads were cut off just above the eyebrows in every shot? Did anyone care that they were seeing only about 70 percent of the movie they’d been awaiting for years?

“Nah. No one noticed. And that’s why AMC, Regal, and the other chains will keep charging you exorbitant fees for movies that are under-projected, mis-framed and otherwise presented so poorly their makers would weep if they knew.

“Why should the theaters bother to do it right? They know audiences don’t care, that they’re too mesmerized by the 3D digital bread and circuses on the screen to understand that they’re being ripped off.

“I wrote about this issue last year, and while some projection practices at the Common have since improved (and others have remained), the underlying problem is the same: Not enough people at the individual theater level care — or are in a position to be able to care — about how a movie appears to the people who are paying money to see it.

“Kinda makes you want to stay home and fire up your 42-inch plasma screen with the surround sound, doesn’t it?” — from a 5.4 Ty Burr Boston Globe piece about typically shitty projection standards in Boston as well as a general lament about exhibition presntation in general.

The Watch is the adjusted title (post-Trayvon Martin killed by George Zimmerman) of Neighborhood Watch. My insect antennae are telling me it’s a curious little comedy about small-town, middle-aged doofusness, and that the alien plot is ridiculous. Fox’s squeamishness is understandable, but changing the title won’t matter. It’s thin. It’s going to tank. I’m sorry but I can smell it.

It also tells me that Vince Vaughn has heard the cries and is doing what he can to lose some weight — good on him.