Best Actor Rundown

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IndieWire‘s Anne Thompson has posted a 2023 Best Actor prediction piece…basically a checklist of the performances that Thompson believes might end up as noteworthy contenders.

Here’s the HE take on Thompson’s list — those in boldface have at least a chance of breaking through while those not in boldface almost certainly haven’t a prayer.

HE sez there are only seven likely Best Actor contenders right now, and even these seem iffy: Elvis‘s Austin Butler (but no win), Bardo‘s Daniel Giménez Cacho, The Whale‘s Brendan Fraser, Empire of Light‘s Colin Firth, The Son‘s Hugh Jackman, Armageddon Time‘s Banks Repeda and White Noise‘s Adam Driver.

Thompson Frontrunners:

Austin Butler (Elvis)…maybe or probably…can’t decide which.
Park Hae-il (Decision to Leave)…not a chance.
Daniel Kaluuya (Nope)..a totally insane speculation…no way in hell.
Bill Nighy (Living)…an affecting performance, agreed, but not happening.
Adam Sandler (Hustle)…no clue.

Thompson Contenders:

Christian Bale (Amsterdam, The Pale Blue Eye)…not happening.
Daniel Giménez Cacho (Bardo, or A False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths)…promising.
Adam Driver (White Noise)…maybe.
Colin Farrell (The Banshees of Inisherin)…maybe but unlikely.
Colin Firth (Empire of Light)…maybe.
Brendan Fraser (The Whale)…how do you ignore this performance?…the girth factor alone demands attention.
Brendan Gleeson (The Banshees of Inisherin)
Kelvin Harrison Jr. (Chevalier)….no clue.
Hugh Jackman (The Son)….likely.
Brad Pitt (Babylon)…Pitt’s “Jack Conrad”, a tragic figure based partly on John Gilbert but resembling Clark Gable, is a supporting character. They might be able to sell his performance as a lead, but he’s definitely not one in any kind of classic sense.
Eddie Redmayne (The Good Nurse)…no idea.
Song Kang-ho (Broker)…not a chance.

Thompson Long Shots

Timothée Chalamet (Bones and All)
Tom Cruise (Top Gun: Maverick)
Harris Dickinson (Triangle of Sadness)
Jalil Hall (Till)
Paul Mescal (Aftersun)
Jack O’Connell (Lady Chatterley’s Lover)
Robert Pattinson (The Batman)
Cooper Raiff (Cha Cha Real Smooth)
Banks Repeta (Armageddon Time)
Sam Worthington (Avatar: The Way of Water)

Took Me Years To Recover

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I watched this Red Hot Chili Peppers meet James Corden karaoke video after last night’s viewing of Trainwreck: Woodstock ’99. I’m still having tremendous difficulty with the footage between 10:45 and 12:15. On one level I admire Corden’s bravery; on another I feel embarassed for the poor guy. I don’t know what to think, but I love the front-yard wrestling sequence.

I watched the three Trainwreck episodes in one sitting — 9 pm to midnight. I’m sorry but most of the people who attended the original Woodstock festival were more spiritual or centered or gentle of manner or something along these lines; many of the kids who attended Woodstock ’99 were animals, or at least behaved like same. That youngish bearded guy said that Woodstock ’99 was plagued by greed and cluelessness, but mostly greed. Exactly. The huge bonfires at the end were fairly awesome, I have to say. But the heat, asphalt, garbage, contaminated water and “shit mud”….good God. I’m almost sorry I didn’t attend. Fred Durst (now 52) and Limp Bizkit obviously didn’t help matters.

HE’s Only Encounter with Bert Fields

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Legendary Hollywood pitbull attorney Bert Fields has completed his journey. The 93 year-old representative of the rich and powerful (and a noted historical novelist) departed late last night at his home in Malibu.

Fields’ client list had included Michael Jackson, Jeffrey Katzenberg, George Lucas, Steven Spielberg, George Harrison, Warren Beatty, James Cameron, Mike Nichols, Mario Puzo, Joel Silver, Tom Cruise, Dustin Hoffman and John Travolta. He was widely and deeply feared.

The only contact I ever had with Fields happened 29 and 1/2 years ago, and it was indirect. It involved Warren Beatty and the reporting of an Entertainment Weekly piece about Love Affair. Here’s how I recalled it on 1.9.10:

I’ve just finished reading 24 pages about the making of the embarassing Love Affair (1994) in Peter Biskind‘s “Star: How Warren Beatty Seduced America” (Simon & Schuster).

Biskind offers quote after quote about how Beatty, the film’s star, producer and co-writer (with Robert Towne), marginalized and pretty much ignored and deballed Love Affair‘s director Glenn Gordon Caron.

Using quotes from several sources including Caron himself, Biskind also reports that director of photography Conrad Hall ignored Caron for the most part, treating him with little if any respect.

Towards the end of filming in late 1993 I was told similar stories by two excellent sources (the late production designer Richard Sylbert, a longtime Beatty collaborator and friend, and another insider I’d rather not name).

I included the material in a file submitted to Entertainment Weekly‘s “News & Notes” section, edited at the time by Maggie Murphy, for a story about the making of Love Affair. The file made it clear that Beatty was really running the show and that Caron (hired off his rep as the creative light behind TV’s Moonlighting and Remington Steele) was the director in name only.

I talked to Beatty about these stories, not naming the sources but telling him I’d heard this and that, and he (a) denied that they were true and (b) calmly expressed outrage that EW was working on a story along these lines, which he naturally felt would tarnish the film as a troubled production and perhaps dent its box-office appeal.

He mentioned at one point that he might sic his attorney, Bert Fields, on the magazine.

I don’t know who said what to whom, but I do know that EW ignored the Caron-had-his-balls-cut-off angle when they ran their story a week or two later in mid-December 1993. Anne Thompson, who also did some Love Affair reporting, was assigned to write a cottonball piece called “Love and Warren” that said Beatty was a perfectionist and blah blah. It was basically a valentine.

The Caron angle was removed, I was told, because managing editor Jim Seymore didn’t like the fact that we couldn’t name the sources. I heard second hand that he told Murphy there was “no story here.” I always suspected this was code for “I’m feeling too much corporate heat on this thing so let’s kill it or water it down.”

I later told Beatty that by all appearances he’d played his cards well and had clearly won the round. If you have any sporting blood you have to respectfully acknowledge when you’ve been out-maneuvered.

I got pretty good at imitating Beatty’s voice. I remember calling Thompson during the end of the Love Affair episode. She picked up and said hello. “Anne Thompson?,” I said. Yes? “Warren Beatty.” She fell for it. “Hey-hey….howz it goin’?'” and so on. “Anne, Anne…I’m sorry. It’s Jeff. Foolin’ around…sorry. I wanted to see if I was good enough.”

The key to imitating Beatty is to pronounce the first syllable of his first name so it doesn’t sound like “war” in War and Peace, but “Warren” if you were describing a network of interconnecting rabbit burrows.

Love Affair opened in October 1994 and was panned by just about everyone. I saw it once and found it flat and mundane. Roger Ebert was one of the few critics who gave it a break. It cost about $30 million and made $18 million, give or take. But Beatty would rebound four years later with Bulworth, one of the sharpest and most unflinching political comedies ever made in this country.

Allegedly Good Authority

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Seasoned director–writer friendo: “I’ve heard from [a post-production guy] that the low Batgirl test scores are accurate and that it’s basically not releasable. Quote: ’It makes Catwoman with Halle Berry seem like Abel Gance’s Napoleon.’

“Kevin Smith and others are castigating David Zaslav for this, but a stinker is a stinker.”

Follow–up: “The info is from a transfer house that uploaded a digital internal workprint for online viewing. It was the same version that was test-screened…[he] had heard it hadn’t gone well and knew why.

“There were a copious amount of ‘scene missings’ and incomplete or vacant opticals, but [he] said it plays like a long unsold pilot for the CW.”

An 8.2 THR story by Aaron Couch titled “Behind The Cancellation of Batgirl” reported a test score of a “very early version” (also described as a “director’s cut”) of Batgirl in the “lower 60s.”

That’s definitely a subdued, unencouraging response — not necessarily a sign of major difficulty as horror films, according to Couch’s story, tend to test in the 60s. It reportedly tested in that 60something range, and the downish but dynamically styled Black Swan allegedly tested around 55.

But Batgirl is a feminist superhero flick with a Latina star (In The Heights’ Leslie Grace) so how exactly would that kind of film be regarded as one that pushes horror buttons and could therefore be afforded a little statistical slack? The noirish D.C. brand is one thing; horror another.

Any way you slice it, it’s hard to imagine a seasoned marketer being enthused about a superhero flick testing in the low 60s.

From a 2.10.17 THR story about an exceptionally high test screening of Guardians of the Galaxy 2:

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“Trainwreck” vs. “Prey”

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Dan Trachtenberg and Patrick Aison‘s Prey is obviously not my cup, but I’ve pledged to watch it regardless. (Probably this evening.) If you’ve seen it and feel strongly one way or the other, please share.

I’d much rather see Trainwreck: Woodstock ’99, a three-part doc about Michael Lang‘s infamous boomers vs. GenX/Millennial gathering that descended into rage and bonfires.

Gulager Made His Mark

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Full respect and admiration for the late Clu Gulager, who passed two days ago at age 93.

There’s a moment in Peter Bogdanovich‘s The Last Picture Show (’71) when Ellen Burstyn‘s “Lois Farrow” gives the finger to Gulager’s “Abilene”, her ex-lover (or sometime lover, I forget which) and Gulager responds with a slight grin. That, I submit, was his greatest moment as an actor; there’s no question that Abilene was his most respectable role.

Gulager’s performance in that landmark film is best appreciated via Bogdanovich’s 127-minute director’s cut, which is the only version you can stream or buy.

Gulager was also semi-memorable in Don Siegel‘s The Killers (’64) and in James Goldstone‘s Winning (’69). I’m sorry to have never seen Gulager’s A Day with the Boys, which vied for a Best Short Film prize at the 1969 Cannes Film Festival.

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Leguizamo Knows The Truth Of It

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So far John Leguizamo hasn’t answered why his role of Chi-Chi Rodriguez in To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything!…Julie Newmar wasn’t played by an actual cross dresser or trans person. He also played Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec in Baz Luhrmann‘s Moulin Rogue!, despite being neither French nor a midget. He also played an Italian in 1993’s Super Mario Bros..  

What’s good for the goose ought to be good for the gander…no?

The Cuban-born Ana de Armas is playing Marilyn Monroe in Blonde.  Does Leguizamo have a problem with that? Doubtful.

Best Ron Howard Flick in Years

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Last night I caught Ron Howard‘s Thirteen Lives (Amazon Prime, 7.29), a 147-minute docudrama about the 2018 Tham Luang cave rescue. I found it admirable in every respect — brilliant, harrowing, gripping — and am sorry I didn’t catch it theatrically instead of in Jett and Cait‘s living room. I can’t imagine how a more riveting narrative feature could have been made.

No, I’ve never seen Tom Waller‘s The Cave (’19) or National Geographic‘s The Rescue (’21). For all I know they both provide a fuller immersion, but Thirteen Lives definitely works. It conveys a feeling of claustrophobic tension and pressure that holds you and damn near instills feelings of subdued panic, especially if you’ve ever felt slightly freaked from being in tight spaces (as I have once or twice).

And yet the Metacritic score is 66%, which is completely insane. For once a higher Rotten Tomatoes score (88%) is far more trustworthy.

Part of the problem is that damn near every critic has used the terms “white savior story” or “white savior narrative” in their reviews. This is because they’ve all been ordered by the woke comintern to look askance or at least suspiciously at any film set in a non-white country (Thailand) in which white guys are the principal heroes.

And so the verdicts have been tainted by phrases like “the film isn’t simply a white-savior story,” “keeps Thirteen Lives from completely succumbing to a white savior story,” “…can sink into a White savior narrative,” etc.

The fact is that the principal heroes behind the Tham Luang rescue — real-life divers Rick Stauton, Chris Jewell, John Volanthen, Jason Mallinson and Dr. Richard Harris — are white (British and Australian) and played respectively by Viggo Mortensen, Colin Farrell, Tom Bateman, Paul Gleeson and Joel Edgerton.

Sorry, asshole critics, if that goes against what you’ve been told to approve and/or disapprove. I understand what your marching orders are and I sympathize with your situation, but facts are facts.

It’s an old complaint but many wokester critics are so completely caught up in their own little bullshit anti-white narratives that it’s almost not worth reading them. This tendency was evident last April in some of the negative reviews of Michael Mann‘s Tokyo Vice, which was trashed by anti-white racists like Rolling Stone‘s Alan Sepinwall and Slashfilm‘s Josh Spiegel.

Hollywood Diversity Standards On The Verge

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What, finally, has the dambreak success of Top Gun: Maverick taught us? Basically that mainstream audiences are sick to death of woke shit, and that if Hollywood is ready to dropkick that attitude and get back to the business of crafty, absorbing, grade-A entertainment minus the poison pill of progressive instruction, things may gradually get better.

News flash: Hollywood has gone mental over the last five or six years. You know what I’m talking about. Everything is about race, gender and sexuality now, backed up by the always looming threat of Stasi persecution. And it’s fucking nuts.

One practical way of addressing the awful and possibly turning things around (or at least sensibly counter-balancing the 2024 diversity rules) is to bring in a sensible person as the new Hollywood Diversity Czar. Don’t laugh, but I could be this Changer of Games if enough people find this reasonable. Seriously.

If appointed, fairness will be my basic policy, and statistical proportionality my mantra. and transcendence will always be a contemplation or, you know, a possible “thing.”

For I am “John Leguizamo” in a sense, and I’m also (ahem) “me” — a guy who’s lived, struggled and mostly profited in Los Angeles for nearly 40 years and who knows all about tristate-area attitudes (grew up in New Jersey and Connecticut, did hard time in 20th Century Manhattan and 21st Century Brooklyn) and who’s seen and spiritually merged with God knows how many thousands of movies good and bad (including most of the great classics as well as classic genre fare like The Hidden) and who’s dropped acid and mescaline and just, you know, mixed it up into one big bowl of ghoulash.

Because I’ve been up, down and all around. Because I’m one of the few bigmouth columnists who really and truly gets it…who not only grasps The Whole David Thomson Equation but The Whole Cosmic Equation, and am constantly passing along calculations, permutations and perceptions of same on Hollywood Elsewhere.

You think I’m kidding? Obviously I am but maybe I’m not. Who knows? I’ve seen it, done it, been through it all. I am a white guy, yes, but a cosmic white guy and there’s the difference. I have no axe to grind — only Krishna truths to tell. And I have excellent taste in shoes. And there’s no way I would have approved the reality–defiant casting of Daniel Ranieri and Briana Middleton in The Tender Bar.

Will I make mistakes? Probably. Who doesn’t? But I am fundamentally fair, and at the end of the day my policies and proclamations will help to restore a semblance of what the film industry used to be. We can’t go home again, but we can at least try to behave in a sane, practical, pro-popcorn manner.

How did I get started on this? One of the most fruitful ways to get going on a riff of some kind is to think of something kinda crazy, and then go into a state of creative denial by explaining and justifying the crazy in a way that almost makes sense. Or does make sense in a way.