“If there’s one number that’s a predictor of mortality, it’s waist circumference,” Dr. Michael A. Newman, an internist for the late Tim Russert, has told N.Y. Times reporter Denise Grady.
It’s significant when a high-profile death from heart failure results in a restating of a basic truth that millions choose to ignore — i.e., a bulky, rotund or Jabba-sized paunch is a probable indicator of less time on the planet earth. No ifs, ands or buts.
Newman adds, however, that “most people would rather focus on their LDL cholesterol, instead of taking measures to reduce their waist size. Studies have found a waist of over 40 inches in men and 35 inches in women is a risk factor for heart disease.” Is Jabba Nation listening? Will moms and dads start to change lifestyle habits and diets of their obese children in the wake of this? Sure. For two or three weeks.
“Mr. Russert’s cholesterol was not high,” Newman tells Grady, “and medicine controlled his high blood pressure pretty well. But, he added, Mr. Russert was ‘significantly overweight..’ He also had a dangerous combination of other risk factors: high triglycerides (caused by sugar, alcohol, dairy products, red meat), a type of fat in the blood, and a low level of HDL, the ‘good cholesterol” that can help the body get rid of the bad cholesterol that can damage arteries.
“If there is any lesson in Russert’s death, his doctors said, it is a reminder that heart disease can be silent, and that people, especially those with known risk factors, should pay attention to diet, blood pressure, weight and exercise — even if they are feeling fine.
“It is not clear whether Mr. Russert’s death could have been prevented. He was doing nearly all he could to lower his risk. He took blood pressure pills and a statin drug to control his cholesterol, he worked out every day on an exercise bike, and he was trying to lose weight, his doctors said on Monday. And still it was not enough.”

“Now here‘s the bounce,” MSNBC’s First Read guys have written this morning. “A few recent national polls — which have shown Obama leading McCain by single digits after he essentially wrapped up the Democratic nomination — have led some in the media to ask: Where’s the bounce? Well, here it is. Obama is now leading in three of the biggest battleground states, according to a new Quinnipiac survey.
“In Florida, it’s Obama 47% vs. McCain 43%. In Ohio, it’s Obama’s 48% against McCain’s 42%. And in Pennsylvania, it’s Obama 52% and McCain 40%. For the McCain camp, those Pennsylvania numbers have to be particularly frustrating. And if Obama’s getting a bounce like this in Florida now, imagine what happens after a few days of bad off-shore oil drilling press in the state for McCain.”

La cassa curiosa del tasto di Benjamin nell’alta definizione!

The influence of illustrator-designer Saul Bass persists and persists. Last year ThinkFilm’s Mark Urman ordered up a poster for Sidney Lumet‘s Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead that referenced the look of Bass’s classic one-sheets, and this year — now — we have a new poster that also hums with Bassian attitude, particularly in its use of a font similar to one Bass used in the ’50s and ’60s — hand-drawn, block letters — for the films of director Otto Preminger. Before revealing the new poster, here are three Bass samples:

Saul Bass one-sheets for Otto Preminger’s The Man With the Golden Arm, In Harm’s Way and Bunny Lake Is Missing.

And here’s the new poster, revealed today on Cinematical, for Joel and Ethan Coen‘s Burn After Reading. The font is actually a mixture of Bass and Pablo Ferro‘s hand-drawn title design for the opening of Dr. Strangelove.

The one-sheet for Woody Allen‘s Vicky Cristina Barcelona (Weinstein Co., 8.29), exclusively previewed by the recently redesigned Cinematical, is, I feel, a work of near-genius because it makes this not-very-good film seem much hipper than it actually is.

The success of Keith Olbermann and Countdown, like the success of Fox News’ Bill O’Reilly, “is evidence of viewer cocooning — the inclination to seek out programming that reinforces one’s own firmly held political views. ‘People want to identify,” says MSNBC senior vp Phil Griffin. ‘They want the shortcut. `Wow, that guy’s smart. I get him.’ In this crazy world of so much information, you look for places where you identify [or] fit into the spectrum, because you get all this information all day long.” — from Peter J. Boyer‘s New Yorker 6.23 profile of Olbermann, called “One Angry Man.”

Jed Lewison‘s Jed Report, which has been active for a bit more than a year, is a well-written, professionally designed, politically savvy site devoted to criticizing, undermining, slamming, diminishing and otherwise taking down and torpedoing John McCain. (And, of course, doing the opposite to and for Barack Obama.) Definitely a daily stop-over for the next five and half months.

Joining a chorus formed by myself, Variety‘s Peter Bart and the Orlando Sentinel‘s Hal Boedeker, the San Francisco Chronicle‘s Debra J. Saunders is the latest to take offense at the treacly torrent of Tim Russert tributes.
“The hours and hours of tributes across the cable spectrum show the news media at their worst,” she’s written. “For me, the Russert weekend only served to confirm my suspicion that in 2008, cable TV stations can only do one story at a time — and then they overdo it, and beat it silly.
“Part of the Russert Weekend phenomenon can be credited to a profession’s prerogative. Figure that doctors receive the best medical attention, bartenders pour generous drinks for each other and mortuary owners rate posh funerals. Likewise, one of the perks of journalism is that when we kick the bucket, we get a nice send-off story. But there is another tenet of the profession that Washington TV news bureaus seem to have forgotten in the shock of Russert’s passing: We are not the story.”

I’d like to read John Ridley‘s Red Tails script if anyone has a PDF lying around. The film is in pre-production with George Lucas intending to direct sometime in early ’09, with Rick McCallum producing. It’s going to be a hope movie, an overcoming-racial-prejudice movie, a “boy, were those guys heroic or what?” movie.

Let’s face it — it has mediocrity written all over it. Unless Ridley has written a really fine script. In which case Lucas will find some way to screw it up regardless. I’m sorry, but is there anyone in the film industry who’s shown himself to have a deadlier reverse Midas touch?

Yesterday the New York Observer‘s Jason Horowitz reported that “a former bundler to Hillary Clinton just called in to tell me that Barack Obama‘s selection of Patti Solis Doyle as chief of staff to the campaign’s eventual vice presidential nominee is the ‘biggest fuck you I have ever seen in politics.’
“The donor, speaking on background, said that everyone in Clinton circles knows the two have hard feelings towards one another and haven’t spoken since Clinton removed Solis Doyle as campaign manager, and that Clinton loyalists view her with deep suspicion and believe that Solis Doyle is shopping around a book deal and acted as a background source for an extremely harsh Vanity Fair piece about Bill Clinton.
“‘Either one of two things happen,’ said the bundler. ‘Hillary is selected as vice president and they fire Patti, or Hillary is not going to be the vice president.’
“The bundler said that Clinton loyalists were livid over the pick. ‘You don’t hire Patti Solis Doyle for her operational expertise,’ said the bundler. ‘You don’t do that. This is someone who failed dramatically at her job. You only bring her on to fuck someone else.'”

Yesterday Variety‘s Peter Bart bloggy-blogged about Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato‘s Heidi Fleiss: The Would-Be Madam of Crystal, which will have its world premiere at the Los Angeles Film Festival on 6.26 and 6.28 (at the Crest and the Landmark, respectively). HBO airings will follow.

Heidi Fleiss, exotic bird.

I got to know Heidi somewhat during the Hollywood madam hoo-hah days of ’93 and ’94. I remember paying a visit at her home on Tower off Benedict Canyon, and Heidi asking me at one point if I was a cop. She’s running a place called Dirty Laundry in Pahrump, Nevada, these days. She’s a decent sort. She helped me in the ’90s with this and that story. It’s disconcerting to read in Bart’s piece that she admits apparently in the Bailey-Barbato doc) that she “still has a meth problem.” Jesus. As life isn’t hard enough on its own terms.

In observance of tonight’s final showing of Rene Clement‘s Is Paris Burning? (1966) at the New Beverly Cinema, there’s an underlying humor scene between Gert Frobe (as the good German general who defied Hitler’s orders to torch the city) and Orson Welles (as a Swedish diplomat) in the middle of this YouTube clip.

It was noted by a Time magazine reviewer that Welles’ concerned expression seemed to be driven by hunger for the cakes and pastries sitting before Frobe. Watch this scene with this interpretation in mind and it’s a scream. Welles does seem to be doing everything he can not to think of the food in front of him, his resolve melting by the second.
Is Paris Burning? is a ambitious but boring film that lost money. You can tell from the pacing and the cutting of the Frobe-Welles scene why it bombed. Kirk Douglas as Gen. George S. Patton?
That said, could the jacket art for the 2003 Paramount DVD be any more off-putting? It’s like the Paramount Home Video art director said to the artist, “I want you to create jacket art that will repel each and every prospective viewer. Not just the under-25s, not just World War II buffs, not just the cinefiles who may want to see this thing out of respect for Rene Clement. I want every last person on the face of the planet to look at this thing and go, ‘No!…I don’t want to see this.’ Can you do it?”