American Repulsion

Last night (Friday, 2.25) Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene spoke at the third annual America First Political Action Conference in Orlando, organized by white nationalist figurehead Nick Fuentes.

“In Ohio, Senate candidate and Trump loyalist J.D. Vance said on a podcast that ‘I don’t really care what happens to Ukraine one way or another,’ and tweeted that ‘our leaders care more about Ukraine’s border than they do our own.’

“Fox’s most popular host, Tucker Carlson, pooh-poohed the idea that Putin is an enemy: ‘Why do I hate Putin so much?’ he said. ‘Has Putin ever called me a racist? Has he threatened to get me fired for disagreeing with him?'” — from Marc Fisher‘s 1.25 Washington Post story “How Republicans moved from Reagan’s ‘evil empire’ to Trump’s praise for Putin

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Can’t Go Home To “Bullitt” Again

In the wake of West Side Story and the upcoming semi-autobiographical The Fablemans, Steven Spielberg has clearly been on a mid 20th Century kick in which he’s mined memories of his youth. This is continuing with news that he and screenwriter Josh Singer are developing an original feature based on the character of Frank Bullitt, the San Francisco plainclothes detective played by Steve McQueen in Peter YatesBullitt (’68).

Translation: Spielberg wants to re-shoot that legendary car chase. And it might be cool to see him try to top what Yates and McQueen created as that Mustang and Dodge Charger burned rubber all over town.

But nobody can make that unique Bullitt thing happen again. The film was shot 55 years ago in a fairly simplified, lean-and-mean, flying-hubcaps style, but the San Francisco of that era (when the psychedelic revolution was being felt big-time) no longer exists, of course, and no actor can replicate that impeccable McQueen cool. And how many Bullitt-like car chases have been shot in the decades since?

It would be fascinating if Spielberg and Singer decided to set their film in mid ’60s San Francisco, but God, the expense!

“Coda” Deflation

Regional friendo: “I finally got around to watching CODA. Maybe I missed something?  It plays like a randy after-school special with fart jokes and broad sitcom sex jokes.  The rising above one’s station in life is nothing new.  It’s all played very safe.  More cloying than moving.  I’m probably in the minority. It’s one of those films that is nearly critic-proof. If you knock it, then you probably hate kittens, puppies, Santa, and kids. It reeks of ‘TV movie’. Nothing worse than calculated sentimentality and cheap emotional scenes. I’d rather spend more time with the Guccis than this crowd.”

HE comment: I was irked by the beginning of the Berklee School of Music audition scene, when it initially appears as if Emilia Jones‘ character is choking (i.e., lack of confidence). This is a cheap device that some directors resort to — the big moment arrives and our lead protagonist has to deliver or die, and it seems as if he/she is going to drop the ball but then…recovery! Mimi Leder‘s On The Basis of Sex pulled the same crap when Ruth Bader Ginsburg (Felicity Jones) is about to deliver a big argument before the Court of Appeals, and seems to hesitate and stammer before getting it together.

Love and Sleet

Woody Allen‘s Love and Death (’75), a satire of early 18th Century Russia and the philosophical issues that weighed heavily upon the brooding types of that era, is a very clever and inventive film. Thick with allusions to Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy and the plots of War and Peace, The Gambler, The Idiot, The Brothers Karamazov and Crime and Punishment. Shot with some difficulty in France and Hungary but handsomely produced, it’s…what’s a fair description?…decently diverting.

The only problem with Love and Death (which I caught in June ’75 at the Westport Fine Arts Cinema) is that it’s not really “funny.” Okay, I silently snickered three or four times but snickers don’t count.

Actually, I laughed once. Woody’s “Boris Grushenko” and Diane Keaton‘s “Sonja” are married and starving and forced to eat melted ice and snow. One evening Sonja announces that they have a special treat for dinner — sleet. “Oh, fantastic…sleet!,” Boris enthuses. Why has this one 47-year-old joke resonated? It’s the only one I can vividly recall.

White Russians Helping White Bumblefucks?

Bill Maher: “Republicans don’t see Russia meddling in our elections as a bad thing…they see it as white people helping white people.”

Bret Stephens: “You talk about Joe Biden’s opportunity to turn around his Presidency…to remind us that he is the leader of the free world, and [that] the free world means something, and one of the things it means it that we’re an open society…open to people of every background and skin color and ethnicity and religion, and he is going to [channel his authority] against all enemies, foreign and domestic, but the greatest enemy is foreign, being Xi Jinping of China of Vladimir Putin of Russia, and domestic enemies who want to tear the country apart…by turning it into a facsimile of what they imagine Russia to be.”

Are We Our Brother’s Keeper?

HE to Friendo: “Do you really believe that the best response is to prattle on about sanctions and post condemning tweets about Putin’s cruelty and moral depravity? To basically just watch this carnage while saying ‘oh, nom this is so horrible?’ The moment seemingly requires a more forceful and engaged response than talking about sanctions and seizing Putin’s assets.

“How many hundeds or thousands of innocent people are about to suffer violent death because of this maniac? Is it really that crazy to talk about doing something to save Ukrainians from the horror at their doorstep?

“In all seriousness, a concerted effort should be made to kill Putin. Slit his throat, cut him to ribbons, blow him into pieces. Seriously. He’s a madman, a bringer of death, a killer of innocent sheep. What he’s doing now is no better than Hitler invading Czechoslovakia in 1938.

Send in MI6 or Ethan Hunt and the Mission Impossible team or some kind of Day of the Jackal stealth assassin (Edward Fox) and end his life. Tom Cruse joined a Herman high command plot to kill Hitler in ‘43 — this is the same kind of thing. We approved of what Cruise tried to do. How can we not approve of a Putin hit?

I’m perfectly serious. If Hitler and his fellow high-command fanatics had been iced in ‘42, Rommel and other sensible Germans could have taken charge and wound things down. How many imprisoned Jews could have been saved if Hitler had been disposed of?

Friendo to HE: “You’ve officially watched too many movies, Jeff. Or, at least, believed too many of them. You think this is going to be solved by Ethan Hunt killing Putin? If it were that easy, we would do it. But it’s fantasy.”

HE to Friendo: “If this was 1941 or ’42, you would have written the same. ‘You’ve officially watched too many movies, Jeff. Or, at least, believed too many of them. You think this is going to be solved by Walter Pidgeon killing Hitler in Fritz Lang’s Manhunt? If it were that easy, we would do it. It’s fantasy.”

While Agreeing In Spirit

…that the smartest way to hurry along the demise of the malignant Trump era (please!) is to go easy, social-media-wise, on the Trump faithful. The idea is to brush aside perceptions that these people are, to put it charitably, the odious dregs of society. Okay, but that’s a tough one. All along their allegiances and impulses have been fundamentally ignorant, lazy and contrary to human decency. The only thing I partially agree with is their hate of wokesters and extreme left-Twitter crazies.

Zelensky Stands More or Less Alone

And I feel very badly for all the brave Ukranians right now because (let’s face it) nobody is doing shit to help them out. Not in any substantive way. The world is just texting “this is awful” and “Putin is a beast” while the invasion rages on, and we all know what’s going to happen within a week or two.

Smooth Festival By The Sea

Hollywood Elsewhere will be gladly returning to the Santa Barbara Film Festival next week. I’ll remain there for eight or nine days. The SBIFF is the friendliest, sexiest, easiest-to-navigate major film festival in the entire civilized world. Start to finish, it feels a sea breeze. And with the new CDC ruling we might not have to wear masks all the time!

The Directors of the Year Award tribute on Thursday, March 3rd (Spielberg, Anderson, Branagh, Campion, Hamaguchi) is the kickoff event.

On Friday night Spencer‘s Kristen Stewart will sit for a longish, in-depth interview at the Arlington while receiving the Riviera Award.

The next day brings the dual Writers and Producers Panels on Saturday, 3.5.22. The writers will include Kenneth Branagh, Jane Campion, Zach Baylin (King Richard), Maggie Gyllenhaal (The Lost Daughter), Sian Heder (CODA), Adam McKay (Don’t Look Up), Denis Villeneuve (Dune) and Eskil Vogt (The Worst Person in the World), and will be tossed the usual softball questions by IndieWire’s Anne Thompson.

The Producers Panel, set for the afternoon of March 5 and moderated by the mild-mannered Glenn Whipp will include Laura Berwick (Belfast), Miles Dale (Nightmare Alley), Kevin Messick (Don’t Look Up), Rita Moreno (West Side Story), Sara Murphy (Licorice Pizza), Mary Parent (Dune), Tanya Seghatchian (The Power of the Dog), Patrick Wachsberger (CODA), Tim White (King Richard) and Teruhisa Yamamoto (Drive My Car).

The SBIFF Virtuosos Award ceremony will happen at the Arlington that evening (Saturday 3.5) with TCM’s Dave Karger moderating. Belfast‘s Ciaran Hinds, Caitriona Balfe and Jamie Dornan, plus Ariana DeBose (West Side Story), Alana Haim (Licorice Pizza), Emilia Jones (CODA), Troy Kotsur (CODA), Simon Rex (Red Rocket) and Saniyya Sidney (King Richard).

The following morning (Sunday, March 6) will launch the Animation Panel, with SBIFF executive director Roger Durling moderating.

Not to mention King Richard‘s Will Smith and Aunjanue Ellis receiving the Outstanding Performers of the Year Award in a ceremony that begins at 8 pm on Sunday, 3.6 at the Arlington theatre, (b) Penelope Cruz receiving the Montecito Award on Tuesday, 3.8 at the Arlington, (c) Benedict Cumberbatch receiving the Cinema Vanguard award on Wednesday, 3.9 at the Arlington, (d) Javier Bardem and Nicole Kidman receiving the Maltin Modern Master Award on Thursday, 3.10 at the Arlington, and (e) a ten-year anniversary screening of David O. Russell‘s Silver Lining Playbook with a Russell q & a to follow.

The SBIFF runs from March 2nd through 12th.