2.1.23 Facebook post by Joseph MccBride: “Today, February 1, we celebrate the birthday (in 1894) of the world’s greatest filmmaker, John Ford, born John Martin Feeney in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. There is no director whose films I return to more often and with more pleasure and insight than those of Ford.”

#JohnFord birthday
Rare interview of John Wayne & John Ford, talking about how John Ford changed the course of Duke's career when he cast him in Stagecoach 🐎 pic.twitter.com/FNRLcWiAtV

— La femme merveilleuse invisible (@larwoolf) February 1, 2023

It took me too long to watch Josh Seftel‘s Stranger at the Gate, a 26-minute doc that’s been nominated for a Best Documentary Short Film Oscar.

I finally saw it last night, and I immediately understood. The filmmaking chops aren’t the thing, although it’s an intelligent, well-ordered effort from start to finish. The thing is the narrative — what actually happened with Richard (Mac) McKinney, a former Marine who served in Iraq and Afghanistan, developed PTSD and acute Islamophobia. He was so consumed that he decided to kill dozens of Muslims on a local mosque in his home town of Muncie, Indiana, but it didn’t work out that way.

The why and how of McKinney’s change of heart is what turns the key…what makes the watching of this film fairly close to sublime. Please submit to it — it’s only a half-hour, and it really has an effect by the end.

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I was sometimes a rebellious and hair-trigger type during my senior year in Wilton High School. I goofed around, was given detention a few times. I was busted for smoking once in the men’s room, and also in the women’s room.

The notion in the latter case was that I’d be less likely to be found out if I was catching a smoke wih the girls, who were totally cool with me by the way. But I was popped regardless, and the vice-principal and head disciplinarian, Richard Sell, made a point of carefully interviewing the girls who were in the bathroom at the time, wanting to know if I had behaved in an inappropriate fashion. They all said “nope.”

I nonetheless had a checkered history with Sell, and it all came to a climax sometime in April or May. An altercation of some kind happened. Disobedience over something. Sell startled me by grabbing my arm, and I, being an idiot, pushed back hard, knocking him off balance. You don’t do that to the vice-principal of your high school, but I wasn’t an emotionally mature fellow back then, to put it mildly.

A case could have been made, in fact, that I’d flat-out struck the poor guy, and that wouldn’t have meant suspension but expulsion. But you know what? Dick Sell let it go. With the wisdom of Solomon he graciously and compassionately let me slide. I was filled with enormous gratitude for this, and I’ve never forgotten it. I was facing the electric chair, and Dick gave me parole.

Sam Smith, 30, is the king of the world…a perfect person wearing nipple tassels. The only problem is that he’s put on too much weight. I liked him more when he was slender and dark-haired.

Robert Altman‘s The Long Goodbye (’74), 4:03:

Marty Augustine (Mark Rydell): And I understand you…you’re nervous.
Phillip Marlowe (Elliott Gould): I’m not nervous.
Augustine: Yes, you are. You’re nervous like I am. When I was a kid in high school [and] I used to dread gym class. Absolutely dread it.
Marlowe: Why was that?
Augustine: Because I didn’t have any pubic hair until I was 15 years old.
Marlowe: Oh, yeah? You musta looked like one of three little pigs.

Kim Morgan, Elliott Gould outside the New Bev — Monday, 1.30.23.

Aaron Sorkin‘s “reimagined” production of Camelot begins previews begin on 3.9.23. The official opening happens on Thursday, 4.13.23. Andrew Burnap as Arthur, Phillipa Soo as Guinevere and Jordan Donica as Lancelot. Not quite on the level of Richard Burton, Julie Andrews and Robert Goulet, are they?

The question is “why?” — why would Sorkin want to fiddle around with a 63-year-old Lerner & Loewe musical that came to be known as a metaphor for the JFK years? What’s the point?

Comment thread excerpt from this morning’s (2.1) “Brokeback Zombies” piece:

I’ll be watching episodes 2 and 3 of HBO’s The Last of Us this evening, but before I do that I need to confess that I’m more than a little uncomfortable with the idea of watching the 50ish Nick Offerman and Murray Bartlett go all slurpy-kissy and God knows what else.

Because I want my gay-lover dramas to focus on young, good-looking guys (Call Me By Your Name‘s Armie Hammer and Timothée Chalamet, let’s say) and not older, bearded guys and certainly not the dreaded Offerman under any imaginable circumstance.

Excerpted from Lukas Shayo‘s “Last Of Us Episode 3 Review Bombed Despite Widespread Acclaim,” posted six hours ago on ScreenRant:

Episode 3, titled “Long, Long Time“, premiered on 1.29.23.

Shayo: “One of the many reasons that ‘Long, Long Time’ is earning love is that [it] avoided anti-gay tropes by depicting a gay love story without unnecessary tragedy or violence against the central characters.

“Instead, Bill (Nick Offerman) and Frank (Murray Bartlett) are allowed to grow old together and go out respectfully even amid an apocalypse. Their love story spans practically the entire episode and is the emotional undercurrent of a major arc in the show, and it’s why reviewers are lashing out.

“Many of the comments on the episode speak out about the episode’s ‘agenda’, ‘pandering’ and ‘alternate motives’ and are largely driven by blatant homophobia.

“While some of the reviewers discuss the episode slowing down the pace or shifting too far from the source material and Ellie and Joel’s journey, homophobia is the undercurrent in many of the reviews, leaving the actual critiques feeling hollow. The Last of Us episode 3 changed expectations by providing a new way of looking at the apocalypse, so there is some cause to anticipate the massive backlash, but not the extent of it.

“However, with over 50 percent of reviewers rating the episode a perfect ten at the time of writing, the episode is still maintaining a solid 8.0 overall.rating, despite the review-bombing efforts.”

HE reactions — Thursday, 12:15 am: “So the producers of The Last of Us decided to abandon the basic zombie apocalypse narrative in order to tell a domestic love story (a sad one) between two middle-aged men with hairy chests and beards.

“It’s very well finessed all around (I half-chuckled at the gay strawberries scene until it led to smooching) but I’m afraid I’ve been permanently traumatized by the first sex scene in the queen bed.

“Watching a prelude to naked-ass Bartlett giving naked-ass Offerman a blowjob…God in heaven and Jesus H. Christ. I’m not endorsing the IMDB review bombing, but I understand it. I’ll be having nightmares about this.

“Teenaged Ellie: ‘I don’t know who Linda Ronstadt is, but it’s better than nothing.’

“The melancholy aging and illness portion is quite affecting. Touching. ‘This is my last day…one more good day.’ Offerman weeping. ‘Do you love me?’ Tragic stuff. I felt it.

“‘I’m leaving the window open so the house won’t smell’? It would smell to high heaven regardless. Two old bodies = major stink bomb.

…then I’ll find a way to scrounge my way over there. Ditto if Alexander Payne‘s The Holdovers plays there, although I doubt it will. All the hotshot publicists agreed long ago that presumed award-season headliners (which The Holdovers is definitely said to be — ditto Killers of the3 Flower Moon) are not helped by even a glorious reception in Cannes, as they’ll just have to start the engine all over again when the early fall festivals launch. Who knows? Playing it by ear.

Here’s Jordan Ruimy’s latest Cannes ’23 spitball.

…Variety critic Peter Debruge is dead wrong in calling M. Night Shyamalan‘s Signs a “letdown.” (Which he does in the subhead of his Knock at the Cabin review.)

At age 12, my younger son Dylan was so scared by Signs that he left his seat and went out to the lobby to calm down. I’ll never forget that — Westwood all-media, August ’02, 20 and 1/2 years ago.

I didn’t care about the religious symbolism in Signs and all the rest of that crap — I tuned that stuff out and just focused on the aliens.

So far Knock at the Cabin has a 72% rating, and you know what that means. It means that the whores are giving it a pass, and if weren’t for the whores it would have a failing grade.