Start to finish, No Country For Old Men is filled with scenes of this calibre. Perfectly shaped and performed….exactly right, triple or quadruple spot-on.

And now their souls have been psychedelicized or, you know, cosmically fulfilled in some perfect way.

Life is an endless valley of pain, struggle, boredom and torment, broken up by little moments (occasional, relatively brief) of peace, chuckles, solace and euphoria. All of that is now over for the five men whose lives ended a few days ago aboard the Titan. There is, at least, that finality. All things come to an end. Every last living thing on this planet (myself included) will face such a moment.

Are the five bodies recoverable? The depth where they died — nearly 12,000 feet down — is “a very unforgiving environment,” a Coast Guard spokesperson has just said. The bodies were certainly subjected to a sudden and intense increase in pressure so use your imagination. I’m very sorry but at least it was quick.

Stockton Rush, the founder and chief executive of OceanGate Expeditions, the company that operated the submersible, is the principal bad guy here. There’s no other rational conclusion.

Not for a single delusional second did I believe that Jack Nicholson‘s Melvin Udall and Helen Hunt‘s Carol Connelly had a snowball’s chance in hell of actually working out as a couple, but I so loved that moment when Melvin tells Carol that she “makes [him] want to be a better man” that I suspended my disbelief.

In Billy Wilder‘s Sabrina (’54), the idea of Humphrey Bogart‘s Linus Larrabee somehow filling the heart and soothing the soul of Audrey Hepburn‘s Sabrina Fairchild for a decade or two…no way in hell. The age difference alone (Bogart was around 55, Hepburn in her mid 30s) said “forget it.”

At the close of North by Northwest, I could imagine Cary Grant‘s Roger O. Thornhill and Eva Marie Saint‘s Eve Kandall giving it a go and maybe lasting for a decade or so. Who knows?

What other romantic couples seem good to go or not? I realize we’re talking about a vast number of potential relationships — choose and pick as your whims may suggest.

Billy Bean (Brad Pitt) to Peter Brand (Jonah Hill) in Moneyball: “Would you rather get one shot in the head or five to the chest and bleed to death?”

Brand to Bean: (beat) “Are those my only two options?”

In Titan submersible “you’re fucked” terms, would you rather die instantly from a catastrophic implosion (and I mean so fast you probably wouldn’t even have a half-second to say “oh, shit!” before hearing the angels sing) or would you rather die slowly from a lack of breathable oxygen and grapple with all the psychological torment and panic that goes with that?

If (and I say “if“) the five travellers perished from a submersible implosion, they obviously, in a manner of speaking and given an either-or death scenario…they caught a kind of break. Compared to the other agonizing option, I mean. If the sub imploded, they wound up dying faster and smoother than any of us probably will.

Reported by The Daily Mail‘s Martin Robinson, Rory Tingle, Darren Boyle and Jen Smith / Updated at 13:24, 6.22.23:

“The landing frame and rear cover of the missing Titan submersible have been discovered on the ocean floor, according to experts involved in the search. [The experts] say it points to the vessel suffering a ‘catastrophic implosion‘ that will have claimed all five of the lives on board.

“The US Coast Guard announced on Twitter that the ‘debris field’ had been found on Thursday.

“They are yet to confirm what was found, but Richard Garriott, President of the Explorers’ Club, tells DailyMail.com his understanding from the teams involved in the search is that those items were found.

“It would mean the sub suffered a crack and imploded, killing all five men on board instantly.

“A debris field implies there’s a break up of the submersible and at that depth, because we know that they lost communications at around [garbled] so that really indicates what is the worst case scenario which is a catastrophic failure, an implosion.

“The only saving grace is that it would have been immediate, literally in milliseconds and the men would have no idea what was happening,’ David Mearns, a friend of two of the men on board, said during an appearance on Sky News in the UK this evening. He added: ‘My worst fears have now been realized.’

“A Boston press conference has been scheduled for 3pm EST (10pm BST) where the Coast Guard said it would discuss the ‘findings’.

“It brings a devastating development to the search mission, which had been emphatically categorized as rescue effort — and not a recovery — by US officials. The world has been praying for a ‘miracle’ after rescuers estimated the vital oxygen supply would end at 7.08am EST (12.08pm UK time).

Halfway into a story about a few likely or at least promising 2023 Venice Film Festival highlights, Variety’s Elsa Keslassy has almost begrudgingly mentioned that Woody Allen‘s Coup de Chance has been invited to screen outside competition.

This is admittedly a day late and a dollar short, but yesterday Brian Wilson celebrated his 81st birthday. On the very same day Sutton Wells, aged 19 months, was dancing in her bedroom to that Pet Sounds instrumental track (i.e., the second-to-last cut, just before “Caroline No”). Will someone please send this to Brian already? Seriously.

In keeping with the general wokester view that older white guys are evil, and especially so if they’re wealthy, Melissa Hung recently complained about receiving three N.Y. Times alerts about the lost (and apparently still missing) OceanGate submersible vs. zero alerts about the week-old (4.26) drowning of 55 Libyan migrants after their boat capsized and sank.

Hung’s lament sounds like a close relation of that classic joke about what to call a thousand lawyers at the bottom of the ocean. Answer: A good start.

It’s now 5:30 pm eastern on Wednesday, 6.21. The oxygen supply aboard the Titan is due to run out around 10 am on Thursday morning. If they’re still alive, the five trapped travellers (British billionaire Hamish Harding, OceanGate honcho Stockton Rush, French explorer Paul-Henry Nargeolet, Pakistani billionaire Shahzada Dawood and his son Suleman Dawood) have about 16 hours of breathable air left as we speak. To the best of my knowledge the submsersible hasn’t even been located; the odds of finding it and somehow hauling it to the surface seem astronomical.

Warner Bros. Discovery, under the command of untrustworthy buccaneer David Zaslav, has begun to weaken and undermine Turner Classic Movies, beginning with 100 employees (overseen by Kathleen Finch) cut loose. TCM general manager Pola Changnon, a 25-year veteran, is ankling TCM.

I feel the same outrage as everyone else, but can someone help me understand Zaslav’s thinking? He talked a good supportive game during a panel discussion at the 2023 TCM Classic Film Festival, and now he’s whipped around and wreaked havoc.

Zaslav doesn’t have an apparent argument with TCM’s film lover programming — he does, however, seem to have a beef with TCM’s spread sheet, due to on-demand streaming and new financial realities. But TCM represents a fundamental faith among movie-culture fanatics, and killing this channel is wrong, wrong, terribly wrong.

I’ve never once watched the Turner Classic Movies channel — really, not once — but I recognize the value and importance that it occupies in the hearts of film lovers everywhere.

So the dinky eyebrowless gremlin in charge of Warner Bros. is gutting TCM, one of their most beloved brands?

What an utter nincompoop. pic.twitter.com/iVG64Perqv

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