Yesterday I heard a little something about Paul Newman being close to talking that walk across the footbridge, and today the Hollywood Newsroom guys, who know absolutely nothing (and don’t even put timestamps on their postings), reported they’ve heard from “two sources” that he’s passed. It sounded to me like a time-waster but you never know. You have to at least ask, I mean. Vanity Fair, after all, decided to run their obit piece weeks ago so they wouldn’t be bringing up the rear by waiting for Newman’s curtain to literally come down.
So I called Newman’s biographer Shawn Levy (who’s just finished writing about Sometimes A Great Notion) and he hadn’t heard squat. And then I called Ashley Varese, the smug-sounding managing editor of The Westport News. I say this because Varese chuckled when I repeated the rumor and asked if she’d heard anything. Despite Newman having reportedly ended his chemotherapy treatment and returned to his Westport home to wait for it, Varese thought it was amusing that anyone would be so daft as to suppose there might be some truthful basis to the rumble. She chuckled the way certain publicists chuckle when they try to dismiss something you’re trying to learn about as being a “non-story.” I took an instant dislike to her. People who chuckle derisively when you’re making an honest inquiry need to slapped upside the head.
This, in any event, is my last Newman-watch posting. To be on the safe side this afternoon I’m going to record some of my favorite Newman dialogue moments (which I’ll run as part of my obit), but otherwise I’m just going to bide my time and wait for it.
Jett just pointed me to this Daily Kos piece about the PUMAs, calling it “another example how stupid and bitter the never-say-die Clinton supporters can be. They sound like children, saying Obama isn’t the nominee till the convention. Hello? GET OVER IT!”
At the end of David Grubin‘s LBJ, the landmark 1991 documentary about the tragic story of Lyndon Johnson, historian Ronnie Dugger says that Johnson “was just interesting as hell. I mean, you know, compared to most people who kind of go through life vainly, making their dreadful moral points of condemning this or hoping for that or scratching the back of their head, Lyndon really moved. He was moving all the time. The few times I was with him, it was — he was just fun to be around.
“And you liked him. You liked him. I liked him when I was with him more than I did when I was thinking about him…heh-heh.”
It struck me last night that the dual worlds of politics and the film industry are overflowing with people of this type. Slick operators who are quite likable and charming and have really gotten around and seen the world and learned about human behavior first-hand — people you always enjoy talking to, hanging with and are always waving to at parties — but when you take a couple of steps back and seriously consider what they do, what they’ve done and what they’re actually about, you can’t help but go “hmmmm.”
I for one love morally or ethically dubious people who are walking energy forces as long as they’re not sexually molesting children or serving as concentration- camp guards. I love wit, energy, color and intensity of spirit, and while I respect virtue, principle and goodness I’ve never been very enamoured of people who embody these traits. The truth is that I tend to like right-wing guys as people, in part because they tend to shoot straighter than liberals. I just can’t stand their beliefs and alliances. I’d probably be okay with Bill O’Reilly over beers.
Last night I finally read Patrick Goldstein‘s 8.12 story about Warner honcho Alan Horn‘s lack of interest in releasing anything but tentpolers, and particularly his willingness to sell off three mid-range Warner Bros. films — Gavin O’Connor‘s Pride and Glory, Danny Boyle‘s Slumdog Millionaire and Guy Ritchie‘s RocknRolla. As Goldstein put it, Horn is “open to offers” as far as Pride and Glory is concerned.
I haven’t seen the Boyle or the Ritchie, but I saw and raved about O’Connor’s film after catching it last April, and now, several months months after New Line’s Bob Shaye pulled the plug on its March 2008 release and bumped it into 2009, and a few subsequent months after Warner Bros., the inheritor of New Line’s slate after New Line became a WB subsidiary last February, said it would open Pride and Glory on 10.24.08, another big cheese is talking about pushing it aside. Again.
As Ned Beatty‘s character says in the third act of Deliverance, “My God…there’s no end to it.”
I’m not predicting that Pride and Glory is going to set the box-office on fire when and if it opens on 10.24. I do know that as high-velocity moralistic family crime dramas go, it’s way above average and in no way a burn.
As I wrote last April, Pride and Glory is “wild and manic and surging with energy and sometimes mad as a loon (but rightly so, given the dirty-borough-cops storyline), and it really left me open-mouthed at times. If you’re a distributor, you don’t yank movies like this. You need to show some moxie and push them as best you can because quality wills out, damn it, and demands a day in the sun.”
I realize that Pride and Glory is still slated to open on 10.24 and good for that, but Horn said what he said and that’s what I’m responding to.
In the same way that historian Ronnie Dugger once said that he just knew back in the ’60s there was something fundamentally wrong about the Vietnam war — about “a huge industrial power going in and crushing a small agrarian nation” — I’m dealing with a similar voice saying that it’s just fundamentally wrong on a deep-down level for a company like Warner Bros. — ostensibly in the business of providing gripping entertainment for the paying public — to talk about blowing off a film as good as Pride and Glory because, in the view of management, it won’t make box-office history.
Horn is right — it won’t. But it’s a good film that deserves to be put out there. Not because it’s a cash cow but because you don’t throw away movies of quality any more than a farmer fails to water his crops or feed his livestock. Not releasing Pride and Glory would make things a little easier for those working for Warner Bros. distribution, yes, but there are actions one can take in life that are spiritually honorable and spiritually dishonorable, and this is one of the latter.
Do this, Mr. Horn, and the ghosts of Hollywood past — ethereal remnants of those people who built this town into a formidable cultural force by putting out movies that fit into the idea that theatres are chuches — will forever wince at the mention of your name. Plus the Movie Gods will darken your karma for many moons to come.
I realize, of course, that Warner Bros. has been trying to extricate itself from the “movie business” for a long while and is trying to get itself more and more in the event movie or tentpole business yaddah yaddah, but even with this barren agenda a top WB honcho talking about a willingness to sell off O’Connor’s film — particularly after all the prolonged grief and political maneuvering he was forced to go through with New Line earlier this year — is some kind of dereliction of duty. Movies have souls and so do audiences, and theatres are churches.
In Contention‘s Kris Tapley has dissed the casting of Mike Myers in Quentin Tarantino‘s Inglorious Bastards as British Gen. Ed Fenech, “a military mastermind who takes part in hatching a plot to wipe out Nazi leaders.” As Tarantino’s script is essentially a jape, Myer’s performance will almost certainly be a “bit.” My guess, since Myers has spoken about a spiritual connection he feels with Peter Sellers, is that his Bastards Brit will be some sort of incarnation of Sellers’ Group Captain Lionel Mandrake in Dr. Strangelove. I’ll take bets on this.
Mike MNyers; Pete Sellers in Dr. Strangelove.
Jerry and David Zucker have a rep for borrowing material from old films to make new ones. So it should come as no surprise that David’s forthcoming An American Carol, the conservative fantasia opening on 10.3, is, according to a certain guy in the loop, based on a 69 year-old Porky Pig cartoon called Old Glory.
Carol uses the same basic idea as Old Glory — i.e., a character deemed insufficiently patriotic changes his tune after being “turned” by some ghosts from American history. In Zucker’s film it’s an unpatriotic documentarian based on Michael Moore who needs to be aroused; in the 1939 cartoon it’s a chubby pink (pinko?) pig who can’t be bothered to memorize the pledge of allegiance.
As summarized more than once on this site, An American Carol is about a fatty named Michael Malone (Kevin Farley) undergoing a political change-of-heart after being visited by patriotic ghosts in the form of George S. Patton (Kelsey Grammer), George Washington (Jon Voight) and John F. Kennedy (Chriss Anglin), and coming to see the correctness of right-wing thinking.
In Old Glory, Porky Pig is visited in his sleep by Uncle Sam, who explains why the tiny little animal should respect the U.S. enough to learn the pledge. Sam provides a quick inspirational run-through of U.S. history (Nathan Hale, the Declaration of Independence, pioneers on the trail, Abraham Lincoln), which, sure enough, wakes Porky up in more ways than one.
David Zucker has previously helped create two projects that cribbed from older films so ripping off Old Glory (along with Charles Dickens‘ A Christmas Carol) wouldn’t be out of character. Airplane! (’80), which the Zuckers co-directed and co-wrote with Jim Abrahams, used the plot of Zero Hour (1957). And Brain Donors! (’92), which Jerry and David exec-produced, was “suggested” by the George S. Kaufman-Maury Riskind screenplay for A Night at the Opera.
Reason.com‘s David Weigel saw a trailer for and some clips from David Zucker‘s An American Carol, a right-wing satirical fantasy in which a Michael Moore-like documentarian, called Michael Malone (Kevin Farley), undergoes a catharsis not unlike Ebenezer Scrooge’s in Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, except Malone comes to see the light of reactionary conservatism.
In one of the clips, Weigel writes, “George Washington (Jon VoIght) takes Malone to St. Paul’s Cathedral to lecture him on freedom of religion and ‘freedom of speech, which you abuse.’ Malone is grossed out by dust in the priest’s box, so the doors open onto the smoldering ruins of the World Trade Center. ‘This is the dust of 3000 innocent human beings!’ bellows Washington. Malone whimpers that he’s just making movies. Washington won’t have it. ‘Is that what you plan to say on Judgment Day?'”
Mystery sound clip #1 isn’t from a main-title sequence, but a wordless passage from the third act of a well-known classic involving…uhh, memory and machinery. Mystery sound clip #2 is from a main-title sequence.
This is a sad occasion for anyone who’s ever savored Ernest Borgnine‘s performance as Fatso Judson in From Here to Eternity or Ragnar in The Vikings. With one remark, a respected actor has tainted his reputation for all eternity. I’ll never be able to watch The Wild Bunch ever again with the same attitude I had before seeing this clip. I’m half-serious.
The Center for Responsive Politics has found that Barack Obama has received nearly six times as much contribution money from troops deployed overseas as John McCain.
Even Libertarian Ron Paul, who ended his campaign for the Republican nomination eons ago, “has received more than four times McCain’s haul,” claims Matthew Mosk on the Washington Post blog “The Trail.”
I know that a fair number of Iraq-based troops visit this site, so can Mgmax or one of the other right-wing talk-backers please write something that will straighten these jerks out and show them the error of their ways?
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