One of my favorite scenes in Olivier Assayas‘ Personal Shopper (’16) is when Kristen Stewart, aboard the Paris-to-London chunnel train, begins to receive vaguely creepy text messages from an unknown party. We’re allowed to consider the possibility that Stewart may be texting with her deadbrother — a wonderful thought while it lasts.
The only thing I disliked about this first-rate ghost story, in fact, was Assayas insisting near the end that the mysterious texter was an actual person…no! Personal Shopper was 10 or 15 times more haunting with the brother.
I haven’t seen Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett‘s Scream, but obviously it’s a shameless button-pusher. I can smell it. Sight unseen this 1.14.22 Paramount release isn’t fit to scrape the mud off Stewart’s boots.
We all understand that Ridley Scott‘s The Last Duel (20th Century, 10.15) is a medieval #MeTooyarn about conflicting recollections of a brutal rape.
Two depictions are shown, one from the perspective of the victim, Jodie Comer‘s Marguerite de Carrouges, and a second from the perspective of the rogue perpetrator, Adam Driver‘s Jacques Le Gris. A third perspective from Marguerite’s husband, Matt Damon‘s Jean de Carrouges, is recited but not visualized.
A pair of 20th Century films offered likely inspiration with similar tales of violation. First and foremost was Akira Kurosawa‘s Rashomon (’50), which focused on four differing versions of the rape of a wife and the murder of her samurai husband. Decidedly inferior was Martin Ritt‘s The Outrage (’64), a Rashomon remake that costarred Paul Newman, Laurence Harvey, Claire Bloom, Edward G. Robinson and William Shatner.
Nobody wants to think about The Outrage now because (a) it has a mediocrereputation (I haven’t seen it in decades, and even that viewing was one too many), (b) it briefly tarnished Rashomon and (c) Newman played a heavily made-up Mexican with a broad Pancho Villa accent…a racist felony that probably requires posthumous cancellation for Ritt and Newman both and a permanent ghost status from the Academy Museum.
Still these films were forerunners of The Last Duel and perhaps warrant a looksee, etc.
“Cancel culture” is as real as the nose on your face, and speaking of noses mine is bruised and swollen after being slugged repeatedly by the woke terror brigade (“We need safe spaces”) over the last two or three years. I’m saying this not as a grotesque rightie but a sensible left-center moderate and a respectful, longtime fan of John Ladarola‘s “Damage Report” with The Young Turks. Ladarola needs to (a) bite his tongue and (b) apologize to all concerned.
The last special format release of T2 was a 3D version. (I think.) I don’t think anyone’s ever screened an 8K version. Excellent clarity. I watched this 1991 JamesCameron film at least 10 or 12 times with the kids when they were toddlers, but I could go again if they could somehow project the same kind of 8K clarity that I’m seeing right now. (Credit Parliament Cinema Club 4K.)
I’ve only seen episodes #4 through #7, but the sad fate of Qualley’s “Alex” character, it seems, is to be disappointed and undermined by those around her, On one hand she’s emotionally damaged goods, and yet she’s living on a sort of heroic noble island and therefore quite alone and isolated. 25 years old and struggling and perhaps stuck there until further notice.
She comes from a dysfunctional family (formerly brutal alcoholic dad, presently flaky hippie mom), has had a child with a sober dude who began drinking at age nine and who may fall off the wagon again. She’s treated brusquely by her cleaning business employer, and state assistance reps are their own odd trip except for the kindly woman who runs the abused women halfway house. Life is no picnic.
And yet — this is the interesting part — Alex constantly sidesteps romantic overtures from gentle, good-looking Nate (Raymond Ablack), a stable guy and a single dad of Middle-Eastern descent. Nate is easily the best option in terms of potential boyfriend material. The problem is that Alex doesn’t want to fuck him, apparently because he’s too stable and financially secure. Because she feels queasy about getting into an unequal relationship. Plus she doesn’t feel it.
There’s a moment where it appears as if Alex might be receptive to Nate’s delicate overtures. But nope.
Female Connecticut Friendo to HE: “I couldn’t escape the feeling I was watching someone who sees herself as a victim but actually isn’t. I really don’t buy Qualley in the role. She’s too pretty and too smart to only have the one option of cleaning homes. Like she could stay with her dad. She has that option. She chooses not to. She’s whining about not getting help from the government but she has options.”
HE to FCF: “Her dad was an angry alcoholic shit when she was a young child, but now he’s sober and it’s foolish to not give dad a second chance.”
FCF to HE: “She could get a job at the daycare place. They obviously need workers. She doesn’t have to clean toilets. It’s almost like she’s doing this shitty work so she can write that book.”
HE to FCF: “And she’s a monk. She not only rebuffs Nate’s advances but seems TERRIFIED by the idea of possible sex with him.”
FCF to HE: “And not to put too fine a point on it but when you’re a single mom like that you can’t just go around and be picky about everything. Hell, I’d go for that guy. He’s cute. He’s nice. Her daughter could have a home, a dad. She seems to only want to be on government assistance.”
HE to FCF: “She’s leading a tough life because that’s the idea behind the series. The series needs her to suffer and regard all men as bad eggs of one kind or another, and to abstain from sex. Until the end of episode #7, when she inexplicably fucks Sean. But she also blows off Nate, and this reminded me of a basic law of life, which is that if you’re a nice guy who likes a pretty girl, you can’t ‘nice’ your way into a sexual relationship with her. You need to BE ‘nice,’ of course, but ‘nice’ alone doesn’t get it.”
If Hillary Clinton had won in ’16 she’d probably be in her second term now. The noise on the right would have been horrible every step of the way. But would we be three years away from a more-than-likely rightwing coup d’etat?
Overheard: “As Bill Maher, Robert Kagan and others have now demonstrated with far more eloquence than I have, Trump’s takeover is all but guaranteed. American democracy ends in January 2025. Because the fascist left and the fascist right are now working together. They are both cults that despise freedom of thought, and they both, increasingly, despise reality.
“The right is ahead on the reality score. On the 1 to 10 scale (1 being reality, 10 being total wingnut through-the-looking-glass fantasy), they’re at about an 8. The left is now a 4 creeping up on 5. (As Andrew Sullivan captured in his revelatory column this week, the trans issue is what’s pushing the left to a 6, 7, or 8.)
“But the bottom line is that they’re united. They both want to kill American freedom (just by different means). They are colluding, and they will succeed.”
In episode #4of MarySmithMetzler’s Maid miniseries (Netflix, streaming since 10.1), Margaret Qualley’s “Alex,” a recently split-up single mom, is asked by her daughter what Thanksgiving is.
Her answer basically means wokestersregardthislate–Novemberfamilyholidayasproblematic, due to the history of white settlers’ mistreatment of Native Americans. And yet…
History.com: “The [50 year] alliance between the Pilgrims and the {Massachusetts] Wampanoagtribe, remains one of the few examples of harmony between European colonists and Native Americans.“
“Regional Friendo” piped in with a gripe about abusive bosses and how gentle bosses are much better, and how respect is a two-way street.
HE to Regional Friendo: “I prefer mellow to agitated as well. But this is a tough town and snappy bosses are lamentably par for the course, at least in some corners. You basically have to man up, grim up and take it. Life in the big city.
“You remember Budd Schulberg’s What Makes Sammy Run?, of course. Imagine if Sammy Glick had hired a team of snowflake employees. What a Daily Beast article that would make! ‘Sammy is a real prick and he’s hurt our feelings…waahhh!’
“Except they didn’t have sensitive snowflakes back in the ‘40s and ‘50s. Well, they did but nobody voiced any complaints, certainly not to magazine reporters.”
Journalist Friendo: “LOL at Daily Beast trying to knock out a successful competitor. Fuck these crybabies. Go work somewhere else. Sharon is gruff and direct but you have to be to win in this town. She owns her own business so she can tell them to fuck right off.”
