The greatest performances always allow for imperfect or awkward speech. Phrasing drop-outs, hiccups, stumbles, running out of breath, etc.
Prime example: Marlon Brando delivering Marc Antony‘s “friends, Romans, countrymen” speech in Joseph L. Mankiewicz‘s Julius Caesar (’53). At 2:08 Antony, overcome with emotion, says “bear with me” to the crowd, and then “my heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, and I must puh…pause ’till it comes back to me.” Brando stuttering on “pause” is deliberate, of course, but it sounds and feels right.
Brando in The Godfather: “It makes no…it doesn’t make any difference to me what a man does for a living, you understand.’
James Caan‘s Sonny beating up Gianni Russo‘s Carlo in The Godfather (’72). At 2:52, after kicking Carlo a few times in the ribs, Sonny says, “If you touch (beat, catching his breath) my sister again, I’ll kill ya.” I’m presuming this wasn’t planned…Caan was tired from the exertion and just ran out of wind, and director Francis Coppola liked the realism.
Near the end of Paths of GloryKirk Douglas doesn’t quite have enough lung power to say the word “again” — he barely manages to squeak it out — when he’s telling Adolphe Menjou “and you can go to HELL before I apologize to you now or ever again!”
Bill Macy‘s flubbed Boogie Nights line: “My wife’s on the driveway with an ass in her cock!” Paul Thomas Anderson left it in because it sounded like the kind of thing a genuinely flustered person would say.
From The Hill: New York Attorney General Letitia James predicted today on The View that President Trump will probably resign from office and then have Vice President Pence preemptively pardon him.
“He can preemptively pardon individuals, and the vast majority of legal scholars have indicated that he cannot pardon himself,” James said. “I suspect at some point in time, he will step down and allow the Vice President to pardon him,” she added.
YouTubers say (a) “I really think Trump’s gonna regret running for president…he ran to promote a failing brand, won by surprise, and thereby opened himself up to scrutiny where all his dirty deeds would be found”; (b) “Michael Cohen went to prison. No way Individual #1 won’t also do time. Seeing Trump in an orange jumpsuit and leg cuffs will be so damn satisfying”; (c) “Uh huh, here is why he’s afraid. Stick around, more after the commercials. Any of us can try to hide behind a thicket of lies, but the truth is always lurking about. And it never goes away”; (d) “MAAAN! She is not messing around!”; (e) “That lady is good…’Get him, girl!…get the whole stealing, lying, and inhuman numbs taking up space in this administration; (f) “I for one would not want Letitia James hot on my trail. She looks dangerous. Trump, your day is comin’.”
1. Steve McQueen‘s Mangrove — despite Amazon aiming it at the Emmys, it’s the best dramatic feature of 2020.
2. (tied for 2nd place) Chloe Zhao‘s Nomadland and David Fincher‘s Mank.
3. Roman Polanski‘s J’Accuse (An Officer and a Spy) — Ignoring this brilliant film is cowardly and shameful on the part of distributors and everyone else who has looked away in fear.
4. Florian Zeller‘s The Father
5. Aaron Sorkin‘s The Trial of the Chicago 7
6. Emerald Fennell‘s Promising Young Woman
7. Rod Lurie‘s The Outpost
8. Judd Apatow‘s The King of Staten Island
9. Lee Isaac Chung‘s Minari
10. Ryan Murphy‘s The Prom — Not a fan of the first 50 to 60 minutes, but I love how it ends. Made me choke up, in fact.
HE Honorable Mention: Chris Nolan‘s Tenet, Kornel Muncruczo‘s Pieces of a Woman, Charlie Kaufman‘s I’m Thinking About Ending Things, Michael Winterbottom‘s The Trip to Greece, Cory Finley and Mike Makowski‘s Bad Education, Kelly Reichardt‘s First Cow, George C. Wolfe‘s Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom, Regina King‘s One Night in Miami, Spike Lee‘s Da 5 Bloods. (9)
Legendary test pilot and flying ace Chuck Yeager died yesterday at age 97. In 1947 the 24 year-old Yeager became first pilot to break the sound barrier. Tom Wolfe‘s “The Right Stuff” (’79) mythologized Yeager — made him into the ultimate jet pilot cool cat. Sam Shepard played Yeager in Phil Kaufman‘s wildly overrated film version, which I hated from the get-go.
Wolfe’s book was an absorbing, insightful take on the Mercury Space Program, a governmental patriotism initiative that promoted personalities and heroism to sell itself to the public. Wolfe passed along the technical intrigues of the early flights and especially the seminal Chuck Yeager lore and how that cockpit attitude influenced every pilot who ever lived. The film, sadly, was a popcorn denigration — an attempt to make populist puree out of almost everything fascinating that Wolfe had reported and made humorous.
[From BennettInk, posted in January 2017] In a letter to his editor about “The Right Stuff”, which he was in the midst of writing, Wolfe explained that it’s not really a book about the space program. It turns out that it’s not even, really, about flying. It’s about the importance of status to men, and what happens when the rules of any status game change.
There had been a status structure to the life of U.S. fighter jocks before the space program, and it was clear to everyone involved. At the top of the pyramid were combat pilots, and at the tippy top were the combat pilots who found their way to Edwards Air Force Base, in the California desert, to test new fighter planes. The courage and spirit required not just to get to Edwards but to survive the test flights. The pilots themselves never spoke of [them], but they were at the center of their existence.
That unspoken quality was what Wolfe called the right stuff, and the embodiment of the right stuff — everyone knows it and yet no one says it — is Chuck Yeager. Hardly anyone outside the small world of combat pilots has ever heard of him. Here is how Wolfe, in a single sentence [HE — but which I’ve broken up into paragraphs], changed that:
“Anyone who travels very much on airlines in the United States soon gets to know the voice of the airline pilot…coming over the intercom…with a particular drawl, a particular folksiness, a particular down-home calmness that is so exaggerated it begins to parody itself (nevertheless!— it’s reassuring)…the voice that tells you, as the airliner is caught in thunderheads and goes bolting up and down a thousand feet at a single gulp, to check your seat belts because ‘it might get a little choppy’.
“Perhaps more fundamentally [it’s a] voice that tells you (on a flight from Phoenix preparing for its final approach into Kennedy Airport, New York, just after dawn): ‘Now, folks, uh…this is the captain
…ummmm…We’ve got a little ol’ red light up here on the control panel that’s tryin’ to tell us that the landin gears’re not…uh…lockin’ into position when we lower ‘em…now, I don’t believe that little ol’ red light knows what it’s talkin about….I believe it’s that little ol’ red light that iddn’ workin’ right’ — faint chuckle, long pause, as if to say, I’m not even sure all this is really worth going into — still, it may amuse you — ‘But I guess to play it by the rules, we oughta humor that little ol’ light…so we’re gonna take her down to about, oh, two or three hundred feet over the runway at Kennedy, and the folks down there on the ground are gonna see if they caint give us a visual inspection of those ol’ landin’ gears’ — with which he is obviously onintimate ol’-buddy terms, as with every other working part of this mighty ship—’ and if I’m right, they’re gonna tell us everything is copacetic all the way aroun’ an’ we’ll jes take her on in’.
Posted this morning by David Handelman (aka wittiebanter): “Forty years ago today, John Lennon was killed. The next morning, 19-year-old college-sophomore me had a radio show to do. All the other Boston stations were playing ‘Give Peace a Chance’, ‘All You Need is Love’ and ‘Imagine.’ I felt darker than that. I played ‘Happiness is a Warm Gun’, ‘Run for Your Life’ and ‘Help!’
“Forty years later, I see Above Us Only Sky on Netflix, the Yoko-driven documentary about the making of the Imagine record at an English country house in the summer of 1971. The proceedings are shaggy and fun, George Harrison dropping by, Phil Spector at the helm, and then suddenly this unkempt, clearly troubled Vietnam Vet named Claudio shows up and insists on meeting Lennon because he believes Lennon wrote all his songs for Claudio.
HE interjection: Claudio and Mark David Chapman were more or less the same unhinged loon.
“The John-Claudio encounter is on film, and Lennon patiently hears Claudio out and tries to reason with him — ‘How could I know you?’ — and that he, like Bob Dylan, just writes things hoping people will relate. The encounter ends with Lennon telling Claudio he looks hungry and bringing him into the house for a meal.
“I read up on Claudio (here) and he worked on farms and then at a Ford auto plant. When it closed he bought himself an ultra-light airplane, flew it too low and slow and the plane stalled. It landed in a tree and tore his aorta from his heart. Dec. 22, 1981 — dead at 33.
“In light of what happened a year earlier, when another obsessed fan came with the same kind of delusional narcissistic energy and took John away from everyone else, the Claudio scene was so moving and chilling and I don’t even know what.”
Three or four weeks ago Jenna Ellis, President Trump‘s smiling zombie attorney who’s been insisting that the 11.3 election was rigged in Joe Biden‘s favor, appeared on Real Time with Bill Maher.
She and Bill engaged in a politely infuriating discussion about the validity of her fantasy claims. (Here’s a transcript of the chat from TheWrap‘s Ross A. Lincoln and Phil Owen.) Ellis’s patter struck me as robotic lunacy.
It’s therefore heartening to pass along a report by Axios‘ Jonathan Swan that Ellis has become the latest Trumpie to test positive for coronavirus. “Multiple sources” have told Swan that Ellis “has informed associates she’s tested positive for the virus.”
Swan excerpt: “When I gave Ellis visibility of my reporting on Monday night — that she had tested positive and that some senior staff weren’t happy because she may have exposed some people at a White House party last Friday night — she replied that it was ‘rude’ to text her after midnight, adding, ‘You must be more informed than me because I haven’t heard that.'”
I’m not suggesting that New Yorker film critic Richard Brody is the same kind of influential powerhouse that Pauline Kael (also a New Yorker-ite) was back in the ’70s and ’80s.
And yet earlier today a friend suggested that Brody, known for his exacting, headstrong, occasionally-composed-on-the-planet-Trafalmadore reviews, has become a Pauline-like figure. Not by design but because so many critics, he feels, are taken with Brody’s vigorous, high-toned film essays, as in “I have my own, very special way of looking at things!”
It started with a discussion of the recent Mank pushback. “I’ve been catching bits and pieces of the Mank anti-hype (the Kael thing, Oldman’s too old, etc.),” he said, “and it just seems as if the film is being demonized for…existing. It’s this year’s Movie We’re Not Supposed To Attack And So We’re Attacking It To Show Our Power.
“God, I’ve really come to loathe film critics. They’re becoming a cult of dishonest dweebs. They’re all turning into Richard Brody.”
The Kael followers of yore (David Edelstein, Stephen Schiff, Elvis Mitchell) were referred to as “Paulettes.” Could the Brody bunch be called “Brody-kins“?
“It’s all a one-upmanship game,” the friend continued. “Within a series of incredibly rigid — and, to me, tone-deaf — tastes (to the enlightened, Beanpole is a greater movie than Saving Private Ryan, whereas I thought it was trash), everyone is jockeying with everyone else to be the coolest, hippest, smartest, most exquisitely outré, and (of course) most anti-corporate, which means that you put a mainstream movie on your list at your peril.
Asked by ET‘s John Boone about Warner Bros.’s recent decision to open all 2021 releases simultaneously in theaters and on HBO Max, Tenet director Chris Nolan, a longtime advocate of theatrical presentation, expressed strong disapproval.
Nolan: [My reaction was one of] disbelief. Especially the way in which they did it. There’s such controversy around it, because they didn’t tell anyone. In 2021, they’ve got some of the top filmmakers in the world…they’ve got some of the biggest stars in the world who worked for years in some cases on these projects very close to their hearts that are meant to be big-screen experiences. They’re meant to be out there for the widest possible audiences…and now they’re being used as a loss-leader for the streaming service — for a fledgling streaming service — without any consultation.
“So there’s a lot of controversy. It’s very, very, very, very messy. A real bait-and-switch. Yeah, it’s sort of not how you treat filmmakers and stars and people who…[I mean] these guys have given a lot for these projects. They deserved to be consulted and spoken to about what was going to happen to their work.”
One of the problems, he writes, is that “we may have already seen almost all the big contenders.”A possible solution, he says, may come from Sundance ’21. Excerpt: “With Sundance taking place (largely virtually) at the end of January and Oscar qualifying extending to the end of February, a film or a couple of films could take Sundance by storm, schedule an immediate qualifying run, ride that burst of momentum to Oscar nominations and invigorate the race.”
HE to Pond: Sundance movies don’t take anything “by storm” any more. The days of Park City knockouts like An Education, Margin Call, West of Memphis, Manchester By The Sea and Call Me By Your Name bursting out of Sundance and reverberating all over the culture are over.
Three or four years ago Sundance transformed itself into a Khmer Rouge snow camp — a feminist-POC-LGBTQ wokey-woke forum for Millennial and Zoomer-favored Sundance head-trip flicks — films that will be streamed down the road by people who believe in the Sundance brand, but which will be mostly ignored by everyone except the Gotham and Spirit award nominators, and perhaps not even those guys.
If 17th Century poet John Milton had somehow joined Tatiana for a Runyon Canyon hike this morning, he might have said “long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.”
This Carey Mulligan closeup is from Emerald Fennell‘s Promising Young Woman (Focus Features 12.25), which I highly approve of for the most part. I’m presuming that Mulligan is wearing a wig, but maybe not. Either way I haven’t been this taken with an elaborate hair color job in a long, long time. The IMDB says credit belongs to key hair stylist Bryson Conley and hair department head Daniel Curet.
