The Terror

In order to address financial concerns, a corporate bitch or bastard is hired to run a family-type organization. He/she soon institutes a reign of terror that would give the ghost of Robespierre pause. Employee after loyal employee is isolated, accused and sent to the guillotine. Those that are spared are focused on two things — shuddering and deciding whether or not to buy a pack of Depends.


Mara Manus, executive director of the Film Society of Lincoln Center

We’ve all seen this movie before, and the melodrama that’s been going on at the Film Society of Lincoln Center for the past two or three months pretty much is that movie. But if you were the casting director which actress would you hire to play Mara Manus, the FSLC’s sabre-toothed exec director? Laura Linney? Allison Janey? Catherine Keener?

It’s commonly understood that the numerous firings and resignations that have decimated the FSLC community are due to Manus’s iron hand since she was hired as executive director last September. Yesterday’s news of the departure of the org’s associate program director Kent Jones is the latest in a series of rolling heads that have included publicist Jeanne Berney, arts programming Joanna Ney and something like nine or ten others — a 25% staff reduction.

An FSLC spokesperson says that Jeanne Berney and Kent Jones resigned of their own accord.

The kisses of steel have been officially attributed to the tight economy and a need to streamline and bring down costs. But a former employee told me this morning that “it’s not a money problem [but] a leadership issue” — i.e., Manus and her ruthless, control-freak management style.

Manus was hired due to a notable run as chief of Manhattan’s Public Theater which, according to Indiewire‘s Anthony Kaufman, resulted in “doubling the downtown theater institution’s budget, increasing individual support by 270% and subscriber revenue by 134%.”

And yet Manus “reportedly clashed with artistic director Oskar Eustis and was disliked by some staffers for her aloof corporate style, hierarchical approach, and hiring those who shared her views and firing or alienating those that didn’t. ‘Her office was pretty much off-limits,” said one former Public staffer. ‘There was never any effort to be inclusive. When she started bringing in people, she set up barriers and people felt the pressure of not being connected.'”

Largesse

“While griping about unappreciative bosses has been rampant among William Morris underlings, one of Endeavor’s founding partners, Tom Strickler, has cultivated internal good will with gifts as elaborate as reconstructive jaw surgery for one employee and an Argentine polo pony for another.” — from a 3.11.09 N.Y. Times story about a possible Endeavor-William Morris Agency merger, reported by Brooks Barnes and Michael Cieply.

You Wanna Know?

Only saps believe you can somehow discern or predict the future. Because saps are especially afraid of what the future might bring, living as they do with a kind of suppressed undercurrent of anxiety. These are the same intrepid souls who believe in numerology, the biblical End of Days and the general theology of supermarket reading. It follows that Knowing (Summit, 3.20) is made for them — i.e., folks who are under-educated and eat the wrong foods and have problematic taste in clothing.

And yet — I have to admit this — I want to see Knowing because the effects look fairly decent. Despite the myriad assurances provided by this trailer that it will make me groan.

Warning lights are flashing due to the hand of director Alex Proyas, whom I was wary of after Dark City and whom I will never trust again after sitting through I, Robot.

“Pound Them, Charlie…”

The money footage starts at 3:50: “Are you proud of the economic record of George W. Bush?”

Question: What film is the above line of dialogue — the full line is “Pound them, Charlie…pound them” — taken from?

Diminished Expectations

“DreamWorks’ big-budget bet, Monsters vs. Aliens, has faced one hurdle after another — including a whipping from the blogosphere over its extravagant Superbowl ad in January,” The Wrap‘s Carolyn Guardina reports. “But now comes the worst news yet: Fewer than half of the theaters that were supposed to be ready for digital 3D projection will be ready by the movie’s release on March 27.

“DreamWorks announced a year ago that it expected 5,000 theaters to be 3D-ready for a wide 3D opening of Monsters. But the economic recession has further delayed the already-long-delayed conversion of movie theaters to digital projection.

Expectations have been revised downward.”

Drag My Ass To Hell

Universal will open Sam Raimi‘s latest film, which is about the joy of making heartless bank officers suffer, on May 29th. Alison Lohman‘s character is apparently less heartless than her boss.

Non-Competing TFF Picks

Among the out -of-competition 2009 Tribeca Film Festival highlights (for me)…

* Don McKay (director-writer: Jake Goldberger). Thomas Haden Church as a guy returning to his hometown at the bidding of his cancer-stricken ex-girlfriend (Elisabeth Shue). Costarring Melissa Leo.

* An Englishman in New York,” (director, Richard Laxton — screenwriter, Brian Fillis). John Hurt revisiting real-life writer, actor, and gay icon Quentin Crisp. Focusing on the 72-year-old star’s move to New York in 1981, and the fallout from a reckless comment about the burgeoning AIDS epidemic.Costarring Cynthia Nixon, Jonathan Tucker, Swoosie Kurtz.

* Serious Moonlight (director, Cheryl Hines — screenwriter, Adrienne Shelly) Type A attorney Louise (Meg Ryan) busts her husband (Timothy Hutton) for cheating with a younger hottie (Kristen Bell), duct-tapes him to a toilet. In the indie realm, Hutton is the absolute go-to guy for playing dissolute womanizers.

* In the Loop (director, Armando Iannucci — screenwriters, Jesse Armstrong, Simon Blackwell, Tony Roche and Iannucci). My pre-Sundance review says it all.

General Rule

Whenever a guy goes postal, nobody who knew him in any capacity ever cops to noticing anything askew about his manner. (Has a woman ever gone on a shooting rampage?) The guy is invariably described as nice, quiet, considerate, well liked, etc. Because admitting to having noticed even the faintest sense of turbulence or unrest in a shooter-to-be would mean that the observer might be regarded as being very slightly responsible for the carnage. It’s safer to say you detected nothing.