Matthias Schoenaerts Four Times

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(via) In case you missed it The Film Experience did a nice run-through of Matthias' career to date via a poster gallery this past weekend, which is when A Little Chaos came out. Which I saw! And which was perfectly pleasant... though probably a little forgettable.
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There is one killer scene in the movie though, one that has nothing to do with Matthias (he's okay in the film but maybe a little bit intimidated? By Winslet + Rickman or maybe just by that damn wig?) -- the movie's worth watching for the scene where all the women of the court sit around in a back-room salon and discuss the things they're not allowed to speak of in court. Actually the scene immediately following that it really wonderful as well. If everything was up to that fifteen-minute-level it would've been a great film... alas, not to be. Still Kate looks gorgeous and I'm never not happy to drink her in. You could do worse. A ringing endorsement then!

Cat Man Cat Man Where Did You Come From

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I need to stop tweeting out brief thoughts on movies that I'm only ever going to have briefs thoughts on, because, for example, let's take David Gordon Green's latest film Manglehorn, which is his love letter to Al Pacino - I don't really have a ton to say about it beyond this tweet:

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I really want to like Manglehorn, it keeps drawing me in, but Pacino's Leonard Cohen accent is really really hard to work around

— Jason Adams (@JAMNPP) June 27, 2015

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I've never been much of a Pacino fan in the first place - only in films where his patented brand of Too Much are utilized appropriately, like say Scarface or Cruising, do I find myself relaxing with him on screen. That sounds paradoxical sort of but what I mean is the movie has to meet him on his same level of effort - it's gotta be pushing one way as he's pushing the other - for me to find an equilibrium. Otherwise all I see is him acting acting acting, and I'm not even talking about his obvious "Hoo ahh!" screaming performances - even his supposedly smaller stuff often rings hollow to me.  

Manglehorn's a good example of this because the movie's small and the performance is pretty small but it's still just adds up to a bunch of tics that don't make sense. I don't know what the hell that voice he was using was supposed to be and for a movie set adrift in voice-over that's a drowning sensation. And the movie itself eventually take Al's lead and hand in hand they tumble right off a cliff - a cliff of nonsense. They fall in love with their mutual masturbation, eyes locked in a self-destructing grimace, and the rest of us are just left standing there with a face full of "Come on now." So maybe David Gordon made the perfect Pacino movie in the end? I'm just not the audience for it. (Holly Hunter is pretty terrific though!)
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Today's Mood

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I'm sorry Jennifer Garner but I AM SO HAPPY

that your marriage to that creep is dead! Ding dong!

Good riddance to toxic rubbish!

Now get your career back, Jen! We love you!

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Everything You Ever Need To Know About Life...

... you can learn from:

Do the Right Thing (1989)

Radio Raheem: Let me tell you the story of Right Hand, Left Hand. It's a tale of good and evil. Hate: it was with this hand that Cane iced his brother. Love: these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: static. One hand is always fighting the other hand, and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand, Love, is finished. But hold on, stop the presses, the right hand is coming back. Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes, now, that's right. Ooh, it's a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he's down. Left-Hand Hate KOed by Love. 

Spike Lee's masterpiece came 26 years ago today.

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The Moment I Fell For... Brian Bloom

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Longstanding MNPP crush-object Brian Bloom is turning 45 today, so there are a couple of pictures of a young Brian probably in Teen Beat magazine (he put the beat in Teen Beat, you better believe it) back in the day, which I think is probably where my crush first developed, looking at him in those magazines. (As a side-note bless those magazines. Before the internet they were super important to a growing boy's health and development.) Anyway I maybe probably saw Brian on his episode of 21 Jump Street and/or Empty Nest too? Whatever the case I had my crush before he did those non-nude but still super-hot pictures for Playgirl magazine - that would come later. And then of course much later came Oz...

... speaking of growing boys.

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She B Divine

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I wasn't going to go see Bette Midler in concert at all. I was planning on breaking Ten-Year-Old-Me's heart, stomping my Beaches videocassette to dust beneath my palms like some hand-walking queer. All because it was too much money, and I'm finding myself needing to be frugal as of late. But I checked StubHub a week ago and I found a ticket for 20 bucks way up in the rafters of Barclays Center in Brooklyn and I said fuck it, even though I'm half a mile from the stage...

... it's better than not going. And it was better than not going! (That's a picture I took of the Hocus Pocus number, by the way.) Besides a spastic queen flailing around in his seat beside me as if he thought he was filming an episode of RuPaul's Drag Race and all the cameras were on him (I am so not your audience, dude) the show was super - Bette turns 70 in December but you'd never know it watching her run around stage (well more like "prance" than run) and belt it out like she's been belting it out for fifty years, bless her. I don't go to many big production shows like this, with sets and wardrobe changes and whole bits interspersed between the singing (what the fuck, Dancing Egg) but I had a blast doing it this one time, and given how emotional she got at the end of the show I think it's best I grabbed this opportunity - who knows if she'll ever tour like this again? 

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I took that video of Bette introducing "Wind Beneath My Wings" and then singing a couple of minutes of the song... until my phone died. I haven't even bothered to watch the video, but hey, there it is, in case any of you would like to pretend you're in my size-13 shoes for a moment. My guess is you can probably hear my spastic queen seat-mate singing along at some point too, so you'll get the whole enchilada experience!
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Tell Me More About Your Ass, Jai Courtney

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I can't tell if the woman interviewing Jai Courtney for Entertainment Tonight in the below video (via) has actually seen Terminator Genisys or not -- but (emphasis on butt) it'd be a big assumption (emphasis on ass) on her part to assume (emphasis on ass) that he shows his ass (emphasis on... yeah you got it) in the movie if she hadn't. I only question this because, even though we've gotten blurry shadowed glimpses of Jai doing the Naked Terminator Time Travel Jaunt in the trailers the film itself is Rated PG-13 and I've been assuming (heh) that we'd get nothing better than that. Unlike James Cameron's R-rated movies, which were full on ass-fests, bless 'em. (And yes do note that unlike most Mouthy Online Terminator Geek Critics I'm more worried that the PG-13 rating affects the ass percentile and could care less about the violence.) Anyway here's Jai seeming a bit befuddled by her question at first, fueling my spec that we don't get full moon, but then maybe not-ting it after all.

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"It's my ass."

Oh Jai, whisper such sweet nothing in my ear the next time I see you. "It's real, and it's spectacular." Anyway these pictures you see of Mr. Courtney here in this post are from some Hollywood screening he did of TG earlier this week -- unf look at his arms. If I had been in that theater with him I would have torn his arms right off of his body and used them on myself in an obscene manner, I cannot lie.

Today's Fanboy Delusion

Today I'd rather be...

... tripping balls with Nico Tortorella.

Nope I have no idea what's going on with Nico on Instagram -- he appears to be friends with a photographer and they're working on some strange sexy art project together. But you know if I've got to suffer thru some pink elephant parade bullshit to ogle some him-flesh, I'll do it. Ten times over. And I'll hit the jump for more...

Five Frames From ?

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What movie is this?
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Tie A White Ribbon Round The Ol' Oh Me

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No matter what Pixar's smash-hit film Inside Out tells you, memories are not hard little marbles that project their play-scenes out exactly the same every time. (Hey somebody wrote a whole thing about this!) So when I tweeted out the following the other day...

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If this pic from the 2009 Haneke-Aronofsky chat was a little to the left you'd see my big fat head in the front row pic.twitter.com/mCZONDAjVn

— Jason Adams (@JAMNPP) June 27, 2015

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... it just goes to show ya how the brain can be funny like that. I may have felt nestled in Michael Haneke's lap listening to his soothing Germanic whispers but it turns out I was actually a couple of rows back, and on the opposite side. How do I know this? Because now there is video!

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(thanks Mac) When I tweeted out what I tweeted there was only a podcast version but now there's video - I could only spot myself twice therein though, and barely at that. (Am I a ghost?) At about 9:37 I can be glimpsed in profile at the far right of the frame...

... hey that's me! And then you can see the top of my head at 11:14. Isn't this exciting? Proof that I was once in a room with Michael Haneke! And he talked about something or other and more something or other and who cares, ME!
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Magic Mike Jr.

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Have I ever told you guys that my father was a stripper when I was a kid? I never knew it until I was older (I was raised by my mother) but he apparently did it some on the side while he was off gallivanting around not being a father to me or whatever. (This story would probably be more thrilling if I weren't lacing it with bitterness... but then where's the truth in that?) Anyway I was sufficiently skeeved out by the thought of that and looking at these pictures of a young Channing Tatum working it for sweaty singles (via) is bringing the feeling back.

Anyway Magic Mike XXL is out in theaters tomorrow and I saw it yesterday and planned on writing my review today but it turns out the studio wants the reviews to wait until tomorrow so tomorrow it is, today be damned. Check back here in the morning, tomorrow morning, for that then! (And click these pictures to embiggen.)

Good Morning, Scudder

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It is the 52nd birthday of the actor Rupert Graves, who will forever be to me at least Alec Scudder, the boyishly handsome brunette in the background above, behind Maurice's main character played by James Wilby. Please tell me you've all seen Maurice by now? We've posted some great caps before, click here, yet I'd never seen the above picture. Anyway a happy birthday to my #1 Movie Boyfriend. I need a Scudder Forever tattoo.

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Upping The Gay Ante

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That picture of Nikolas Coster-Waldau is there just because it's Nikolaj Coster-Waldau and sometimes you wanna look at Nikolaj Coster-Waldau; there's nothing more about him herein. What I am just letting y'all know is that I'm making today my own personal Gay Pride Parade, following up having seen Magic Mike XXL (which I'll try to write about tomorrow) with seeing Bette Midler in concert in a couple of hours out in Brooklyn. It's just a great big bag of dicks up in this place, lemma tell ya what. Cheers to dicks!

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I Like Cig Butts And I Cannot Lie

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We've got a new Terminator movie on the immediate horizon and so this week's "Beauty vs Beast" over at The Film Experience is time-traveling us back to 1991 and the greatest of all the Terminator movies. Click over to vote!

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PS XXL

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By the way I am seeing Magic Mike XXL today!

If I survive it, stay tuned for words...

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Quote of the Day

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“I like it when guys don’t wear those boxer briefs that go to mid-thigh and look like bike shorts. It’s harder and harder to find. They’re very popular, but I think they look stupid. I prefer old-fashioned tighty-whities or even just boxer shorts. When you discover a man who wears tighty-whities, you hold on to him. It’s so old-school. They’re great.”

-- That's Lizzy Caplan, preaching halleluiah, via Playboy.

Everything You Ever Need To Know About Life...

... you can learn from:

Jason and the Argonauts (1963)

Hercules: If I meet a girl with a firm leg, a full bosom 

and a warm heart, let no man try and stop me. 

Ray Harryhausen was born 95 years ago today! I should probably illustrate this fact with one of his creature designs for this movie, like the fighting skeletons or Medusa or something, but I feel like staring at Nigel Green instead. So I will.

Today's Mood

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Just a heads-up that I pulled some muscle in my back this weekend (and not even in a fun way) and while I'm somewhat up and around I'm in a painkiller daze and can't promise much for this Monday. It's not terribly serious and I hope to be up and running, literally, by tomorrow. Today though, today might be kinda dullsville.

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Five Frames From ?

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What movie is this?

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Good Morning, World

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Have I really made it through my entire life up until this moment without seeing these old pictures of Jean-Claude Van Damme in a wee little jockstrap? Woe is me and everything that happened before now, it's all been meaningless, then. (click to embiggen) I don't know if they're from a movie or what, but I'd like to see said movie if a movie is what they are. My guess is they're not from a movie though, since he's posing directly for the camera.

Michiel Says So Long

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Today's turned into a briefer affair than anticipated - I took a long lunch to celebrate the happy news and walked over to see the crowds gathered around Stonewall for a bit, and now my office is closing up early for the weekend so I'm heading off to Brooklyn to watch Michiel Huisman in that new horror movie I told you about yesterday, huzzah. In summation, bye! Everybody have a nice weekend, get gay-married a few times or whatever, and as always if you see something, say something.

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Which is Hotter?

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Mark Wahlberg as Dirk Diggler or

Jonathan Quint as Johnny Doe in Boogie Nights?

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Happy birthday to Paul Thomas Anderson today!

Quote of the Day

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First things first, hey-oh it's a new picture from Southpaw. (via) Much like the previous pictures I've posted, sure, but it's not like we can turn our nose up at Shirtless Jake now is it? Exactly. Second things second, it's now less than a week until "Original Audrey" Ellen Greene teams up with "Original Bubble Boy" Jake to revisit Little Shop of Horrors on stage here in New York for three performances and I'm kinda hyperventilating just thinking about it. Greene spoke to TheaterMania (thanks Mac) about the shows - the past and the very near present ones - and here's a choice bit:

TM: Does the age difference between you and Jake Gyllenhaal matter? 

Ellen: Well, if I looked like sh*t. But I don't. I have my [Dorian Gray] painting further and further back in the closet. [laughs] [Audrey] was always older than [Seymour]. There are many elements [in which] I hope I don't disappoint, but I'm obviously competing with my younger self. I have been in Audrey drag [recently], for the D.C. Gay Men's Chorus, and I was shocked: It looks good still. [Scanlan] looked at all sorts of ages, but Jake, he came to Dick and said, "I want the part, and I want to do it with Ellen Greene." You can't deny it when a great actor says, "I want the part."

A Very Jai Courtney Congratulations

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We can finally make it legal! (via)

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Everything You Ever Need To Know About Life...

... you can learn from:

Vertigo (1958)

Madeleine: Only one is a wanderer. 

Two together are always going somewhere.

Happy happy day, everybody.

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