Put Money in Thy Purse

I feel as if I've been sort of pissy with anything Jake Gyllenhaal related for the past several months, but don't blame me -- blame whoever priced me out of seeing him do Iago opposite Denzel Washington's Othello on Broadway. There've been enough stories about how outrageous its tickets are -- and I've already bitched about it already a few times -- so I'm not unique in my irritation; hell when he chatted with Audra McDonald for the Variety piece the above photo is from she joked she hadn't seen the show because she couldn't afford the tickets. I've kept trying for the Lottery to no avail -- maybe now that the show got zero Tony nominations I'll have a chance? (Sending love and congrats to Cole Escola though!) Aaaaanyway I didn't actually start writing this post to bring up any of that stuff -- I figured I should mention yesterday's news that the Road House sequel we'd been threatened was coming is indeed coming and it will be directed by Guy Ritchie now. Ritchie would be replacing the first film's director Doug Liman, who famously threw a (correct) shit-fit about Amazon's games with Road House's release -- Ritchie, who's done plenty for streamers by this point (including the Netflix series The Gentlemen with Theo James, which was wonderful and single-handedly made me reassess my Guy Ritchie indifference), probably won't be so tempestuous about all that. And Jake just filmed a movie with Ritchie (and Henry Cavill) so clearly they got along. So there. I mentioned all of that. And hey maybe they can actually make a good Road House this time. At least we can be sure Guy will fawn over Jake's muscles and put him in homoerotic situations plenty.