There’s a Latino apartment renovation crew working in the building next door, three or four guys, and they’re being (what else?) obnoxious — shouting to the extent that their voices sound like sonic booms, playing loud sombrero ballads and singing along and occasionally going “whooo-whooo!” And it’s awful to listen to. It’s hell.

I asked myself if I should walk over to the worksite and ask these guys to consider the fact that this is West Hollywood and not East L.A. and would they mind giving the neighborhood a break with their awful Tijuana border crossing music, etc. But that wouldn’t accomplish much.

I’ve been all around the block with coarse Latinos so don’t tell me. My battles with the Hispanic Party Elephant in North Bergen. The “Loud Latinos” piece that I posted from Brooklyn in June 2010, and got in trouble over.

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Getting older is not a felony but this OK! cover shot of Tom Cruise threw me. An occasional bad photo is par for the course, but I froze in my tracks when I saw this last night in a WeHo Pavillions checkout line. What am I seeing? Facial filler? Cruise has sturdy features — he’s a handsome dude and the “worn and weathered” thing (the Jerry Maguire look + 25) is the way to go. And he should grow his hair out a bit. “Barry Nerd” short hair can work against you, depending on the particulars.

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The House select committee investigating the Jan. 6 attack on the Capitol announced today that it will move to hold Steve Bannon in criminal contempt for not complying with its subpoena. And yet the committee “has opted to give other former Trump officials more time to comply with its subpoenas”, according to the Washington Post‘s Jacqueline Alemany and Tom Hamburger.

Why exactly is the committee going easy on the others? What’s the strategy?

Excerpt: “Lawmakers who sit on the panel — seven Democrats, two Republicans, all appointed by House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) — said they are prepared to move quickly to pursue criminal contempt charges against witnesses like Bannon.”

And yet after a committee approves a contempt charge (presumably sometime next week), “the House must then vote on the matter. Once passed, the contempt referral would then be sent to the Justice Department. Then Attorney General Merrick Garland will have to decide whether to criminally prosecute an individual for failing to comply with the congressional subpoena,” etc.

Committee approval, House vote, Garland acts. Sounds to me like a measured, drawn-out, less-than-iron-willed process.

It’s a touchy topic but let’s get caught up on this, according to present-day legend. Name the classic-era movie stars who were believed to have a stall in the stable (Sinatra, Bogart, Berle, Brynner…that line of country) along with a list of today’s fellows who are believed to be in the same league. Nobody knows anything, of course, except in the matter of Fassbender.

Hollywood Elsewhere hates people who whoop…seriously. One “whoo-hoo yeahhh!” and you’re dismissed for life. William Shatner‘s asshat co-travellers were given a unique opportunity to reflect and meditate and merge with a Godhead consciousness afforded only to space travellers, and they reacted like idiots riding Superman: Escape from Krypton at Six Flags Magic Mountain.

Yesterday Mark Harris tweeted a few statements about the Dave Chappelle trans thing, and his belief that this dust-up is “an important pivot point — not a pivot point about, as his defenders would have it, censorship or cancel culture or whatever false threat they’re imagining is central.”

Here’s the passage that got my attention: “But it doesn’t stop until a lot of people say ‘We’re sick of this, and that is what’s happening now. And all the angry response that we’re hearing is the whine of bullies having a weapon taken away from them. And all you can do is let them cry until they’re all cried out.”

Precisely! Except Harris has it ass-backwards. The people saying “we’re sick of this” are the normal, free-thinking, laid-back folks like Chappelle and Ted Sarandos and myself and Sasha Stone and the vast majority of Average Joes who loved watching The Closer, and the “bullies” are the Twitter shriekers…they’re crying and freaking out because they can sense their zeitgeist moment slipping away from them.

In other words: They’ve overplayed their hand and driven everyone crazy, and the normals are starting to wake up and say “nobody wants anything but love and agency and options for trans people but at the same time fuck the shriekers…they’re driving everyone nuts and we’re tired of attempts to destroy people over having the wrong opinions or standing with J.K. Rowling or whatever….we’re really fucking sick of mob Twitter justice.”

From Andrew Sullivan‘s 10.8 “Weekly Dish” column, “Dave Chappelle Is Right, Isn’t He?“: “Chappelle’s final Netflix special, The Closer, is a classic. Far from being outdated, it’s slightly ahead of its time, as the pushback against wokeness gains traction. It is extremely funny, a bit meta, monumentally mischievous, and I sat with another homo through the whole thing, stoned, laughing our asses off — especially when he made fun of us.

“The way the elite media portrays us, you’d think every member of the BLT community is so fragile we cannot laugh at ourselves. It doesn’t occur to them that, for many of us, Chappelle is a breath of honest air, doing what every comic should do: take aim at every suffocating piety of the powers that be — including the increasingly weird 2SLGBTQQIA+ mafia — and detonating them all.”

All American-made, bucks-up historical films try to soothe audiences with the usual upscale flourishes. In the case of The Last Duel the viewer is simultaneously living in medieval France and 21st Century America. The characters have to look as well-tended as the people we see in expensive clothing stores. Everyone is wearing perfectly tailored clothing, fresh from the cleaners, and they smell like nice cologne.

Hygiene standards in 1386 were almost certainly appalling by our standards, but we’re allowed to presume…okay, imagine that everyone slips into a hot bath each morning and uses a moisturizer and long-lasting anti-perspirant. This goes along with the great-looking garments and tunics, suede boots, expensive armor and high-style coifs (especially Ben Affleck‘s perfectly cut, canary-yellow hair). Jodie Comer‘s servants dressing and grooming her just so…very Maid Marian, very Kardashian.

And we all agree, of course, to not think about anyone answering the call of nature…get shut of it, shut it out, good God.

The only things that bother me (and I’ve mentioned these before) are the muted grayish-blue color scheme and Matt Damon‘s mullet. You know that Ridley Scott chose that mullet deliberately; he loved knowing it would rub people like me the wrong way.