In an interview with Margy Rochlin in the N.Y. Times, Elizabeth Berkley — now the host of Bravo’s new competition series Step It Up & Dance (Thursdays at 10 pm) — is again given the old Showgirls grilling. Naturally.
Rochlin notes that Berkley “has watched Showgirls go from a movie synonymous with Hollywood tastelessness to what some — most notably the French New Wave filmmaker Jacques Rivette — argue is a misunderstood art film about surviving in a coarse, venal world. ‘For something that was supposed to die on the video shelf, it certainly has had legs,’ Berkley said.”
Rivette’s Showgirls praise, found in this March ’98 Senses of Cinema interview with Jacques Bonnaud, are as follows:
“I prefer Showgirls (1995), one of the great American films of the last few years. It’s Verhoeven’s best American film and his most personal. In Starship Troopers, he uses various effects to help everything go down smoothly, but he’s totally exposed in Showgirls. It’s the American film that’s closest to his Dutch work. It has great sincerity, and the script is very honest, guileless. It’s so obvious that it was written by Verhoeven himself rather than [Joe] Eszterhas, who is nothing. And that actress is amazing!
“Like every Verhoeven film, it’s very unpleasant: it’s about surviving in a world populated by assholes, and that’s his philosophy. Of all the recent American films that were set in Las Vegas, Showgirls was the only one that was real — take my word for it. I who have never set foot in the place!”
Either David O’ Russell‘s currently-rolling Nailed “is horribly cursed, or Capitol Films is completedly busted, or both,” writes Deadline Hollywood Daily‘s Nikki Finke. “I’m told that IATSE today ordered its members off the political comedy because the crew haven’t been paid. There are no plans to resume filming until next Thursday at the earliest. This is the 2nd time IATSE has moved to protect its union members, but only after the Screen Actors Guild first sounded the alarm bell over Capitol Films’ cash crunch and instructed its actors to leave the set earlier this month.”
The loft-style studio is just south of the Cimitiere du Montparnasse on rue Gassendi. Cheap — found it on Craig’s List. Fantastic wifi, all the comforts, cool neighborhood, no tourists.
The actions of Cate Blanchett‘s Irina Spalko and her Russian henchman in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull are, of course, “rubbish,” as St. Petersburg Communist Party chief Sergei Malinkovich has said. Are the film’s Russian dissers really this incapable of getting the pop-humor context? More likely they simply saw an opportunity for some press and ran with the indignation. Commies aren’t quoted that often these days.
√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√Ö‚ÄúOur moviegoers are teenagers who are unaware of what happened in 1957 will go to the cinema and will be sure that in 1957 we made trouble for the United States and almost started a nuclear war…it√ɬ¢√¢‚Äö¬¨√¢‚Äû¬¢s rubbish,” Malinkovich has reportedly said.
Andrei Gindos, another party member, has called Blanchett and Harrison Ford “second-rate actors” who are “serving as the running dogs of the CIA. We need to deprive these people of the right to enter the country.”
I’ve always loved the imagery of the term “running dogs” but to this day I don’t really get it. How is the nature of a CIA lackey or stooge analagous to a dog in motion? Something lost in the translation.
Variety‘s marketing chief Madelyn Hammond showed kindness to me during my lost baggage limbo during the Cannes Film Festival. I especially appreciated her giving me a couple of Variety T-shirts to wear plus a Variety umbrella. So here’s to a good friend — Madeline and Bono at the Creative Coalition party in Cannes that Variety sponsored last week.
Prior to Thursday evening’s Il Divo screening at the Salle Debussy — Thursday, 5.22, 7:15 pm. (The third in a series of Debussy steps photos.)
Taken at Friday’s Sony Pictures Classics/Adoration luncheon at the Carlton Beach — 5.23, 2:10 pm.
After 10 or 11 straight days of whirlwind, 6:30 am-to-midnight Cannes Film Festival hammering, I had my first taste of relative calm and quiet today. The end of every big-time film festival demands at least a day of chill-down or else. All to explain that while I posted some stuff today, I couldn’t bring myself to write about Charlie Kaufman‘s Synecdoche, New York. Tomorrow maybe.
Saturday, 5.24, 2:35 pm.
“Never overdramatize things. Everything can be fixed. Keep a certain detachment from everything. The important things in life are very few.” — former Italian Prime Minister Giulio Andreotti, whose political career, particularly the events that led to revelations about his ties to the Italian mafia and reported complicity in the murder of a journalist, is dramatized in Paolo Sorrentino‘s Il Divo.
(l. to r.) Seven-times-elected Italian Prime Minister Giulio Andreotti; actor Toni Servillo; Servillo as Andreotti in Paolo Sorrentino’s Il Divo.
Wisdom, or a semblance of same, sometimes comes from very odd places. There’s nothing very admirable about the Andreotti portrayed in Il Divo — an uptight, coldly calculating Machievellian politician of the highest (or lowest, as the case may be) order. But since hearing the above lines during Thursday night’s screening, I haven’t been able to shake them. It’s almost become a kind of mantra to me. A way of fending off life’s unruliness that I’ve considered and agreed with in discussions from time to time, but hearing the above spoken by actor Toni Servillo (whose performance as Andreotti is somewhere between a marvel and a hoot) led to some kind of “aha!” moment.
Since Thursday night I have become, as far as this approach to life is concerned, an Andreotti convert of sorts. As far as dealing with life’s hassles is concerned. Be cool, don’t get all cranked up, there’s always a way through it. Call me Darth Implacable.
I seem to recall Oliver Stone saying something to the effect that the experience of making Nixon led him to admire or at least appreciate some of the virtues of Richard Nixon. The big-time politicians with the darkest souls have frequently passed along some very choice pearls, it seems. The wit and wisdom of Ferdinand Marcos, Josef Stalin, Pol Pot, etc.
Il Divo hasn’t a prayer of betting distributed in the States. As Variety‘s Jay Weissberg noted in his 5.23 review, the film’s “sole drawback is that non-locals will feel inundated by names, most of which are familiar only to Italo auds…this is a brave, bold film whose chances of international success are relatively small, but whose ramifications are huge.”
He called Il Divo “a masterpiece for Sorrentino…an intensely political film so wildly inventive and witty that it will become a touchstone for years to come. Pic features an astonishing degree of craftsmanship and a towering performance by Servillo.”
I knew I was seeing something intensely audacious and stylistically exciting, but the political arena it depicts is so dry and complex and wholly-unto-itself that gradually the film makes you feel as if you’re lying in an isolation tank. Most of the journos I spoke to after the screening expressed admiration for it, but at the same time confessed they weren’t all that drawn in, a result of the syndrome Weissberg described.
The Village Voice‘s Jim Hoberman has called Steven Soderbergh‘s Che a “single-minded meditation on the practice of guerrilla warfare, the creation of militant superstardom, and the nature of objective camera work[that] is at once visceral and intellectual, sumptuous and painful, boldly simplified and massively detailed.
“Despite this, as well as a commendable performance by Benicio Del Toro, Che may require its own miracle — or at least a few angels — to reach an audience in the form Soderbergh intended. While the first half could certainly be tightened, the movie demands to take its time and be taken in at a single sitting. One can only hope that the world beyond Cannes will get the opportunity to do so at something approaching the original running time.”
One thing discussed yesterday about Che‘s chance of winning the Palme d’Or (but which I didn’t mention in my same-day riff about same) is that everyone on the jury knows that Che, in part because certain humbuggers are saying it’s not releasable in the U.S. in its current form, really needs the Palme d’Or to give it a psychological leg up. Which is why I suspect they’ll act accordingly.
The Daily Mail‘s Liz Jones, in a piece called “Cannes of Worms,” ask a producer friend “whether a party is quite the right place, being so noisy, to pitch an idea to a mega-rich investor. He looks at me as if I’m mad. ‘We don’t pitch at the parties. We get them to trust us.’ And how do you do that? ‘We take drugs together,’ he says.
And when you do finally get to pitch, what…well, floats their yacht? ‘If you want your movie to get made,’ the producer replies, ‘you have to pitch an idea that is either about the environment or about pornography. Basically, you have to make an investor feel either guilty or horny.'”
Those with a semblance of smarts and education rarely have trouble getting a thought out. What they — all of us — do have trouble with from time to time are the words in passing — obiter dicta — that convey dark, underlying notions that we don’t mean to “say” but which seep through regardless. Truth-outs.
Whip-smart Hillary Clinton could have said, “My husband did not wrap up the nomination in 1992 until he won the California primary somewhere in the middle of June, right? And we all remember that the race between Bobby Kennedy and Eugene McCarthy went on until June of ’68, and that the race between Kennedy and Hubert Humphrey would have certainly continued until the August convention in Chicago.”
But no — she said that Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June of that summer, and I think we all sorta kinda know what she was getting at…right? She was saying that the odds are less likely that she’ll be shot if she gets the nomination.
She’s tried every other possible rationale under the sun. We all know she implies exactly what she means to imply every damn time she opens her mouth (Barack Obama is not a Muslim “as far as I know,” etc.) Is this not how she’s been playing it all along? And now, apologies aside, she’s introduced the bullet factor into the final days of the campaign. Classy.
Here‘s N.Y. Daily News columnist Michael Goodwin on the matter.
Newsweek‘s Jonathan Alter on her general rationale for staying around, hoping for some kind of cataclysmic upset. Here’s another analysis, excerpted from Keith Olbermann‘s Countdown — “meltdown,” “something sad about it,” “things going down the drain,” etc.
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