Pamela Paul‘s 2.2 N.Y. Times article about trans-surgery pushback, “As Kids, They Thought They Were Trans — They No Longer Do”, suggests that people are tiring of the vaguely hysterical trans surgery theology and that the insanity may we winding down.
The Annie Hall Wikipedia page says that the actual Truman Capote appears (starting around the :22 mark) when Woody Allen says to Diane Keaton “there’s the winner of the Truman Capote lookalike contest.” Wrong. The impostor doesn’t have that fearless Capote stride, and his hair is certainly too dark and too long.
Until this morning I’d never read or realized that Sigourney Weaver has a wordless, too-far-away-to-be-recognized cameo near the very end (:16 mark), standing under the Thalia marquee with Allen, Keaton and some guy playing Keaton’s date:
I’m furious at Megyn Kelly for her friendly coverage of Donald Trump, but I feel complete relaxation with Adam Carolla and I don’t care how the HE commentariat responds to this.
Key quote #1: “All roads lead to narcissism.” Key analogy: Passion fruit iced tea vs. regular iced tea.
MaxMartin‘s “&Juliet” delivers an upfront queer trans makeover and sell-job and not a mere gay subplot along these lines.
A pro-level B’way entertainment, of course, but at the same time a kind of spirited cultural indoctrination session for the tourist rube audience by way of a “join us in celebrating who and what we are” Tin Pan Alley progressive (LGBTQ) agenda, which goes hand in hand, incidentally, with the current “Some Like It Hot” musical.
Billy Wilder’s 1959 screen comedy, ahead of its time in terms of acknowledging cross-dressing and gender behaviors while being strictly hetero, was hetero Broadway musicalized as “Sugar” back in ‘72 — now the same story has been converted into an ecstatic celebration of gender fluidity and queer identity and yaddah yaddah.
https://somelikeithotmusical.com/
Harvey Fierstein’s “Kinky Boots,” which I caught 11 years ago, sold a roughly similar bill of goods.
Sasha Stone and I have concluded that Tim Burton has only two casting options for his Attackofthe50 FootWoman remake. One, a foxy POC chick with big boobies (Black, Asian, Asian) or — this is much better — persuade Taylor Swift to play the part. Better yet, cast Swift as a gay N.Y. Times columnist — Attackofthe50 FootLesbian.
Obviously younger auds are cool with Anyone But You, at least to some extent. After opening on 12.22 it’s still hanging in there five and a half weeks later, currently residing in third place domestically ($72,377,883) with a decent (if less than crazy humungous) worldwide gross.
Given the fact that Will Gluck‘s Australia-set romcom is absoutely awful to sit through, you’d figure it would be dead by now. Is this because Millennials and Zoomers have no taste? Or is it because Glenn Powell and Sydney Sweeney are seen as attractive world-class leads now and box-office watchers are just slow to catch on?
After catching Paul Thomas Anderson‘s hippie-dippie Inherent Vice (’14) I decided firmly and finally that PTA should never adapt another Thomas Pynchonnovel. Because I absolutely hated the way Inherent Vice made me feel, plus I couldn’t understand at least 60% or 70% of the dialogue.
Alas, Jordan Ruimy is reporting that Anderson is now shooting another Pynchon adaptation, Vineland. It’s lensing in Northern California (Eureka, Acata, Humboldt County) with Leonardo DiCaprio as Zoyd Wheeler.
Instead of using the book’s 1984 setting, PTA’s film has apparently been re-set in the present.
Last night I caught episodes #1 and #2 of Feud: Capote vs. The Swans (Hulu/FX). and I was competely delighted by Tom Hallander‘s Truman Capote. It’s like Capote‘s Philip Seymour Hoffman is back among us, and it’s wonderful. The voice, body language, hat and scarves….perfect. Hollander will be Emmy-nominated and probably win…no question.
You might guess from the credit block that Hollander is playing a supporting role, but he’s absolutely the star. When Hollander’s on-screen, you’re riveted or at least sitting up in your seat. When the swans are front and center you’re paying polite attention and never bored, but at the same you’re waiting for Hollander to return.
The narrative is non-sequential, hopscotching around from year to year, era to era…1984, 1968, 1975, 1966, etc. Hollander is especially glorious in “Pilot,” the initial episode. Episode #2 (“Ice Water In Their Veins”) is about his immediate post-“La Cote Basque” downfall period…obviously sad, boozy and pathetic.
All the swan performances are first-rate with Naomi Watts‘ Babe Paley being the main stand-out. The other performances are completely satisfactory and professional — Diane Lane as Slim Keith (who was no longer slim in the late ’60s and ’70s), Chloë Sevigny as C. Z. Guest (Sevigny and Barry Keohgan are the queen and king of the bee-stung nose realm), Calista Flockhart as Lee Radziwill, Demi Moore as Ann Woodward and Molly Ringwald as Joanne (wife of Johnny) Carson. All completely convincing, no speed bumps or issues of any kind.
Jon Robin Baitz‘s screenplay is witty, amusing, blistering, spot-on. Gus Van Sant‘s direction is also top-=of-the-lone, and the animated credit sequence [see below] is luscious and haunting.
There are millions of MAGA morons out there who actually think Donald Trump would somehow make this country a better place if re-elected. But there are many more millions on their side of the argument who understand who and what Trump is — a salivating dog, a sociopath, a criminal scumbag, an anti-democratic authoritarian — and plan to vote for him anyway.
Why? Because they absolutely hate progressive lefties, and are convinced Trump will make their lives miserable and may even undo some of their drastic social measures. Trump may destroy American democracy while doing so, but they don’t seem to care. They just want to stick it their cultural enemies, and for the cynical Trumpies nothing else matters.
MAGA spite voters despise wokesters for pushing an anti-white cultural narrative (i.e., all whites are evil, all people of color are beautiful), and for the atmosphere of political intolerance on college campuses today, and the pro-Palestian protests and the toppling of statues of Thomas Jefferson and removing of Abraham Lincoln‘s name from schools, an educational system that values DEI over merit and is stacked against smart kids who get excellent grades, a general adherence to fluid multi-gender wokethink, the teaching of gay and trans propaganda to soft-clay minds in elementary school classrooms, not to mention drag queens…pregnant men, sex change surgeries, trans men in women’s bathrooms, upscale department store shoplifting by hoodie gangs, six-foot-four trans dudes competing in swim meets against bio-females…all of that insane shit that has turned portions of this country into a left lunatic asylum over the past six years.
Obviously voting to spite the other side is a nihilist thing…unwise, adolescent, stupid, submental. I’ve never voted to spite the other side, and I never will.
Luca Guadagnino’s Queer, an adaptation of William S. Burroughs’ early ‘50s novel that will star Daniel Craig as a “top” roaming around Mexico, will debut at the 2024 Cannes Film Festival.
I’ve been given a copy of the script but have only read two pages so far — a scene in which Craig’s “Lee” character is fucking a young Mexican lad.
This is why I’ve said Craig is playing a top but what do I know? I know that “Lee” is self-portraiture — a stand-in for the guy Burroughs was 70-odd years ago, presumably after his Junkie period.