From A Viewer of Todd Field’s “Tar”

(1) “Tar is Kubrickian…very controlled, highly immersive filmmaking. It’ll be celebrated out of Venice and Telluride, but it will also not be for everyone.**

(2) “Best Actress-wise, Cate Blanchett will become the clear front-runner. The buzz will be immediate following its Venice Film Festival debut.”

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Refresher

I wouldn’t mind seeing Avatar again…3D or flat IMAX, big sound, whatever feels right. Has there ever been a sequel to a hit theatrical film that came out 13 years after the initial debut? That’s how long it’s damn near been — 12 years and eight months.

Honest admission: I bought my Avatar Bluray in the summer of ’10, and I’ve never watched it once.

Posted on 12.18.09: Avatar was composed with an unusual four-act structure, and it all brilliantly pays off during the final half-hour.

The four acts can be summarized (spoiler whiners are advised to READ NO FURTHER) as (a) Jake Sully’s introduction to the deal and the Na’vi reality — i.e., the opportunity to serve as a military spy through his transformation into a Na’vi body and immersion into the Na’vi culture, and his first adventures going into this process; (b) love and exploration as Jake passes through the rites and passages of becoming a Na’vi, and the blooming of his feelings for Neytiri, his native guide and friend, ending with the line “Jake, what the hell are you doing?”; (c) disappointment, betrayal and downturn as Jake enrages his military boss, Colonel Miles Quaritch, by switching his allegiance to the Na’vi, and then admits to the Na’vi his military mission, which infuriates them as well, followed by brutal military attacks upon the Na’vi that send them scurrying; and (d) Jake’s resolve, forces gathered, Na’vi retaliation, serious payback, love fulfilled and final transformation.

Simplest Solution

Imagine if Ray Winstone‘s Gal Dove had played his cards a different way. A much simpler way. Instead of sweating bricks when told that crazy Don Logan was on his way down to his Spanish hillside villa to convince Gal to “do the job,” what if Gal had simply said “okay, fine, I’ll do it, but this is it, Don.

“I mean I quit the life and I moved to sunny Spain for a reason, right…I’ll do this for old times’ sake or to get you off my bloody fuckin’ back or whatever, but this is not the start of something…right, Don? One more time and that’s all. Give me your word and I’m in.”
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And then Gal would fly to London, put on his Speedo and do the job with the rest of those fat old blokes, and when it was over he’d take his cut and head back to Spain and that would be that. No blood, no trauma, no paranoia, no dead Don Logan, no Teddy Bass giving him death-ray looks…everything would’ve been fine. Why didn’t Gal just do the job?’

Styles Obviously A Bigger Draw Than Pugh

In an interview with Variety‘s Elizbaeth Wagmeister, Don’t Worry Darling director and costar Olivia Wilde has shot down a report that boyfriend & costar Harry Styles was paid more than three times Florence Pugh‘s fee.

Wilde denied the claim but in a curious way. In an emailed response, she lamented “a nonexistent pay disparity between our lead and supporting actors…[it] really upset me. I’m a woman who has been in this business for over 20 years, and it’s something that I’ve fought for myself and others, especially being a director. There is absolutely no validity to those claims.”

HE to Wilde #1: I thought Pugh and Styles were playing married-to-each-other leads in the film. You’ve described one as a lead and another as supporting. Given the “secretive evil men meets moralistic truth-seeking woman” scheme, Pugh has to be the lead, I gather. So Harry is the semi- marginal sideline character. Check.

HE to Wilde #2: You said there’s “no validity to these claims,” but you didn’t say that Styles and Pugh were paid the same amount. Were they? Or perhaps your denial strictly addresses the “Harry was paid three times more than Florence” rumor? Perhaps he was paid twice as much? Or slightly more? Or was given more back-end points?

Pugh, by the way, declined to be interviewed by Wagmeister. The reason for being unavailable, her publicist said, was that she was filming Dune: Part Two in Budapest. That’s total bullshit, of course. If Pugh wanted to talk to Wagmeister, all she had to do was pick up the phone between takes, or after shooting had wrapped at the end of a given day.

HE question to readership: If you were the Warner Bros. honcho or the producer in charge, would you calculate that Styles and Pugh should be paid the same fee? Or would you reason that Styles is much more famous and has a much bigger fan base than Pugh, and therefore deserves to be paid more?

Kubrick Wasn’t Far Off

NASA recently tweeted an eerie audio clip that represents actual sound waves rippling through the gas and plasma in the Perseus cluster, which is 250 million light years from Earth.” — posted yesterday (8.22) by Vice‘s Vicky Ferreira.

Empire of Presentism

You could say that Sam MendesEmpire of Light is a past-tense, memory-lane, movie-theatre thing. But it isn’t really. Or not that much.

Set in rural England (Margate) in 1980, it’s about an interracial May-December affair — a strapping, good-looking black dude in his mid 20s (Michael Ward, the main protagonist) and a white, middle-aged, past-her-prime British woman in her mid to late 40s (Olivia Colman). Separated by more than 20 years. Such affairs are always short-term.

So it’s not so much about a Cinema Paradiso-type atmosphere (The Blues Brothers and All That Jazz on the marquee) as a stew of race and sexuality and mental health issues and callous paternalism. One could infer, even, that Empire of Light primarily occurs within the Mendes sensibility of here and now.

Colman is a movie-theatre manager with an unstable, schizzy temperament; Ward is working for her (selling and tearing tickets, selling popcorn). They eventually fall into a sexual relationship, but problems surface. Such affairs were highly unusual if not what-the-fuck-are-you-thinking? in working-class circles.

Colin Firth is a crusty theatre owner who exploits Colman sexually, casually, off and on. Anti-immigrant skinheads and an act of particular brutality figure into the narrative.

Things were a lot different in England and the U.S. in 1980, racially speaking. If you ask me the likelihood of such an affair pushes the limits of credibility, or certainly the 1980 norm. Honestly. I visited London in ’76 and ’80…such affairs just weren’t in the cards. Interracial, sure, but older white woman-younger black guy? There was certainly a lot of racism among brutish working-class types. Gangs of skinheads roaming the London Underground…I was there, I saw it, I felt it.

May I ask something? Why would a smart, good-looking dude like Ward be interested in an unstable white lady on the far side of 45? What about all those foxy 20something girls running around town? I don’t get it. If Colman was in her early 30s, maybe. (I was into women in their 30s during my early to mid 20s.)

However unstable and erratic, Colman’s character would have had to nurse a streak of serious self-destruction to engage in a May-December affair like this. But if the director-writer of a film depicting such an affair adopts an attitude of presentism, a Ward + Colman-type affair is well within the realm of possibility.

A totally woke movie in 2022 has to cover at least two of the three fundamentals — race, gender, sexuality — and if it’s a 1980 period film the old presentism thang figures in. Empire of Light doesn’t do gender, but it covers the other three, you bet. Or so it would seem. I won’t see it until Telluride.

Fair Play for Joan Sadler

Five days ago (8.19) Farran Smith Nehme (aka Self-Styled Siren) posted an investigation into the “John Wayne slash Sasheen Littlefeather backstage-at-the-1973-Oscars” urban legend (i.e., specifically that Wayne had to be restrained by six security guards to prevent him from going medieval on Littlefeather after she declined Marlon Brando‘s Best Actor Oscar over the film industry’s treatment of Native Americans).

Nehme concluded that (a) the six security guards thing “never happened,” but (b) two people were responsible for creating and propulgating the myth — Oscar telecast producer-director Marty Pasetta, and British writer Joan Sadler.

The following day (8.20) HE “covered” Nehme’s article, adding emphasis here and here. HE’s piece was titled “Unreliable Narrators.” The key thing to remember, I wrote, was that the “bad guys” in this affair were Pasetta and Sadler, but primarily Sadler because she was first out of the gate with the security guys fable, having written about them in a 1981 article.

Key excerpt:

Yesterday (8.23) L.A. Times columnist Michael Hiltzik posted his own coverage of Nehme’s article (“Did John Wayne try to assault Sacheen Littlefeather at the 1973 Oscars? Debunking a Hollywood myth“). Hiltzik’s workmanlike piece, written in standard L.A. Times-ese (professionally honed, neutralish, suppressed personality) covered the basics and added nothing new.

Hiltzik did, however, get one thing wrong, and in so doing subtracted something significant — poor Joan Sadler. Apparently because Nehme’s sourcing on Sadler’s 1981 article (i.e., the one that introduced the six security guys to the civilized world) is somewhere between thin and non-existent.

The thorough and exacting Nehme, however, did quote from Sadler’s article, so we can probably presume that it was in fact written and published.

Here’s how Hiltzik puts it: “[Nehme] says the story began as an exaggerated yarn that Oscar telecast director Marty Pasetta started telling interviewers a year or so after the fact ‘that got more exciting each time it was told’ until it became ‘a persistent urban legend.'”

All I know is that Joan Sadler’s place in history — a woman who, according to Nehme, did so much to shape the historical legend of John Wayne’s final decade and who was the first to provide a seminal enhancement of the Littlefeather legend by characterizing her as a female buckskinned Beowulf vs. Wayne’s Grendel — has been dismissed by Michael Hiltzik and the L.A. Times.

And yet according to Nehme, Joan did it first! Joan created the security guys, and then Pasetta ran with them seven years later.

Sadler, in short, almost certainly invented the Backstage Security Six as surely as Akira Kurosawa invented the Seven Samurai, as George Lucas invented Luke Skywalker and as Margaret Mitchell invented Scarlett O’Hara.

But Hiltzik is saying “Naaah, let’s give all the credit to Pasetta. An Academy guy, credibly sourced, killed in Palm Desert by drunk driver…safer that way.”

Influence of Cecil B.

Flanked by his parents (Paul Dano, Michelle Williams), 7 year-old Sammy Fabelman (Mateo Zoryna Francis-Deford) is wow-wow-wowed by Cecil B. DeMille’s recently released The Greatest Show on Earth (‘52). It’s an early scene from Steven Spielberg’s semi-autobiographical The Fabelmans (Universal, 11.11), which will premiere during the ‘22 Toronto Film Festival.

Clarifying

The same seasoned director–writer who told me about reactions to the Batgirl screening (“It makes Catwoman with Halle Berry seem like Abel Gance’s Napoleon“) says that (a) “orders came from the highest Warner Bros. level to put the Batgirl dailies, elements and preview cut on lockdown”, but that (b) “any reports that it’s been deleted are not true. But it will never be leaked anywhere.”

Unreliable Airplane, To Put It Mildly

8.23 Washington Post story by Faiz Siddiqui, Elizabeth Dwoskin, Cat Zakrzewski and Rachel Lerman: “Former head of security Peiter “Mudge” Zatko [has accused] Twitter of “lying about Bots to Elon Musk” in a whistleblower complaint filed in July with regulators, including the Securities and Exchange Commission, a copy of which was obtained by The Washington Post.

“Musk’s team is expected to use the complaint as a basis to argue for wider discovery into Twitter’s internal practices and data, something it could raise as soon as a hearing Wednesday, according to individuals with knowledge of the matter and legal experts who described the implications of such revelations.

“There is an analogy of an airplane. So you go on an airplane and [nearly half of the] passengers and attendant crew members…they all have access to the cockpit, to the controls…that’s entirely unnecessary…[and] it’s too easy to accidentally or intentionally turn the engine off.” — Zatko to CNN.

Gender Neutral Body Snatchers

In terms of the acting awards, Spirit Award wokesters have announced an abandonment of gender categories. No more Best Actor, Best Actress, Best Supporting Actor or Best Supporting Actress categories. Which is what the Gotham guys did a year or two ago. It’s insane but real…they’re doing it.

Idea #1 is to emphasize how different New York and L.A. wokester culture is from tens of millions of Joe and Jane Popcorn movie lovers in every corner of the nation.

Idea #2 states that “non-woke film fans may love the idea of gender-based acting categories for now, but we are leading the way to a bold and brave new realm…henceforth we are living in a gender-neutral world, whether you like it or not. Wake up and woke up and join us…it’s a joyful revolution!”

I will say this straight and clear and true: If the Academy decides to go gender-neutral with the Oscar acting awards, the eclipse will be total and absolute, and I mean beyond the level of anything dreamt of by Michelangelo Antonioni …culturally and aesthetically, the Oscars will have slit their own throats.

Which award-giving org will succumb next to glorious trans fluidity-slash-equality? If the gender-neutral advocates within BAFTA, the Academy, the Golden Globes, the Critics Choice and the guilds…if they manage to eliminate gender-based acting awards, Average Joes and Janes will simply walk away and stay away…they will raise their fists and voices and say “stop this insanity, stop this bullshit…men are men and women are women and they generate different moods and expressions and ways of living and processing the ups and downs of living…stop this bullshit and come down to earth.”

Sasha Stone’s rant, posted an hour go, is a near-perfect thing:

The Spirit Awards have decided to move to “gender neutral” categories, thus stripping the last tiny bit of fun the awards race had left. the Gotham awards have already done this, and my guess is that BAFTA, with their committee-driven nominees, will soon follow suit. So now they’ll need committees to choose not just an equitable collection of performances, but nominees that must represent every single spectrum of every marginalized group. People of color, non-binary people, people with disabilities, perhaps plus-sized people — I mean, all we seem to do now on the left is argue about which words we’re all supposed to use to not offend a single person, or get called out as a problematic witch on Twitter.

I guess by now we have to ask “what is the point of any of this?” We’re all keeping it alive by bumping the chest and blowing air into the lungs. But activists are imposing their ideology on nearly every corner of the industry, making film awards — and films in general — something other than what their original purpose has always been. And honestly, what are these awards going to be but a ceremony inside of a devout religion?

Maybe clinging to the past, or pretending film awards are meant to do anything but serve their newfound religious ideology, seems a bit pointless by now. People aren’t really all that thrilled with “gender neutral” anything, except perhaps bathrooms. All you need to remind you of this is the success of Top Gun and Elvis. Why do you think the Kardashians are a multi-billion empire? You don’t think sexy females are a hot selling point? That is why there is much excitement around the Best Actress category. It is the All About Eve of it all. But no one is going to listen to me. This train has left the station and there is no bringing it back.

“When SNL made this parody ad five years ago they were obviously goofing on wokester fanatics. Who knew it would become an actual reality?”

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