Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Aaron Until After

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I'm just going to pretend that I saved these photos of Aaron Taylor-Johnson in Icon El Pais magazine's March issue for today, right as I'm headed out of town for a few days and in order to give us a stationary sex treat at the top of the page until I get back, and not that I just somehow totally missed these pictures existence for five entire months. Because how shitty would that second choice make me look, ha ha ha...

... sigh. Better now than not ever, that's my thing. Anyway yeah like I just said I'm out of here until Monday -- you're all probably going to see Ready or Not before I can dammit, since I'll be traveling for family stuff, but it's a slow weekend movie-wise other than that, doldrums of August and all, so I think we'll survive. Unless these pictures of Aaron after the jump kill us, which they every well (and happily) could...

Fire Walk To This

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It turns out the owls are exactly what they seem, at least if what they seemed to be to you was a massive boxed set of twenty-one Twin Peaks blu-rays coming at us this Christmas season -- called Twin Peaks: Z to A the set will include all episodes of the show and the movie Fire Walk With Me, it will include all the bonus footage that's been out there plus reams of new featurettes and interviews, it will include the complete performances of every song we saw at the roadhouse in The Return, it will include a 4K disc specifically for that insane atom-bomb of an eighth episode... it will basically include everything up to and maybe including a portal to the Red Room itself, who knows. The best description of all the extras I've seen are here at this link. Most sites I've checked that're sharing this news are saying it's not priced yet but it seems to be on Amazon already for $139.99 says my detective work, Diane -- they say they're only making 25,000 copies of this, so buy it now! 


Run Brittany Run

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Top things tops let it be known that Jillian Bell absolutely kills it in the titular role of Brittany Runs a Marathonthe new body and mind positivity comedy about a gal who takes things into her own uhh feet not hands, that's out in theaters this weekend. Bell's already shown oodles of promise in smaller bits for several odd years now -- can I get a 22 Jump Street holla -- and she finally truly and totally shines given the leading lady treatment here. What works about this movie works mainly because of her and that shine.

I just wish a little more shined? That's not to say it's anywhere near a disaster for first-time director Paul Downs Colaizzo -- most importantly it's a comedy that's actually well-shot, something say Judd Apatow has never managed in his whole career. But it has that feel of first-timer about it, especially in how muddled to blunt its messaging swings -- I became somewhat convinced I was actually watching a Trojan Horse of an advertisement for the New York City Marathon in its last act, so sanded down did any edge it once had become. With the pounds went some of the personality.

But ultimately yes I laughed a whole heckuva lot, and oh alright fine I cried some too. The movie has a big heart -- not in a clinically obese way, just in a large and in charge way -- and its eyes are firmly planted in the right direction, with a reach wide enough for several characters and complications that you don't expect it to. It's the sort of movie I'll happily watch half of when I stumble upon it on cable some day down the line, a big bag of chips staining my depressed lap, and then go for a quick pointless but inspired run right after. Are those tears of laughter or drops of sweat, we may never know...
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Everything You Ever Need To Know About Life...

... you can learn from:

Cruising (1980)
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Steve: Excuse me?
Hankie Salesman: Yeah? What?
Steve: I was just looking at all these colored handkerchiefs you have for sale here and... well, I'm kinda new around here and I noticed that nearly all of the guys wondering outside have one or more of these colored hankies in their rear pockets. Could you tell me what they mean?
Hankie Salesman: The blue hankie means blow-job. You have one hanging out of your left pants pocket means you want a blow-job. A blue in the right rear pocket is you give them. The green hankie in your right rear pocket means you're a hustler. The green hankie in your left rear means you're looking to buy. The yellow hankie in your left rear pocket means you give golden shower. The yellow in the right rear means you receive gold. The red hankie in your left rear pocket means you give S&M. The red in the right...
Steve: Okay! Enough! Thanks.

In case you need to see that scene play itself out some kind soul uploaded the entire thing onto YouTube right here -- I'm so glad we can wear handkerchiefs in Springsteen-loving peace these days because all that noise is exhausting. I mean I have a copy of Hal Fischer's book Gay Semiotics but I'm never going to memorize that shit. Wouldn't it have been amazing though if the new blu-ray that Arrow Films just put out this week had come wrapped in randomly colored handkerchiefs? Collect them all, kids!

The blu-ray doesn't go quite that far (sigh) but it's still a kick-ass set that finally gives some due to Friedkin's highly controversial gay serial killer film, most specifically with the brand new 4K restoration on display -- I scanned through of it some the other night and a film that's always been muddy when I've watched it before (see that clip I linked to above for what I mean) really comes to life here -- those blacks, those blues, those bright red hankies...
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Quote of the Day

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"I think that I knew from an early age that it seemed to be my job as a girl going into a woman to run at this Grace Kelly smoke and mirrors version of myself. But I knew I was going to have this haggard witch, Emily Dickinson monster snapping at my ankles all the while, and if I stopped for one second, that person’s going to eat me and take over and I’ll eat Special K inside forever and stop running at whatever it is I’m running at. And I think I’m realizing that I found a profession where I can stop and let that Emily Dickinson monster drive or take the microphone or channel her into something, and it’s so much more interesting than the porny Grace Kelly person that I’d been told I had to try to pretend to be. And I think for a long time, female roles were — and sometimes still — live in smoke and mirrors, and we have to muffle our inner haggardness and witchiness. But stories are just so much richer and more interesting when we’re giving that part of ourselves the microphone and pen and paper. I think in the pursuit of my career and health insurance and running from that demon snapping at my ankles, I forgot that the reason I became an actor was communion and to crack open my ribs and have the scariest, smallest, weirdest part of my soul maybe find a mirror in someone else’s. And that requires stopping and not running and hiding."

-- I love Betty Gilpin so much, y'all. We all love Betty Gilpin right? Anyway that's Betty Gilpin chatting with another love Natasha Lyonne for Variety's new Emmys issue, and the entire chat is "Quote of the Day" material, I really very much recommend you go read it right now. It'll make this shitty day disappear for a second or two, I promise. In related, have we all watched the latest season of GLOW yet? What a show, what a show, what a show.


King Timmy

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Thanks to Timmy himself for sharing with us the first poster for David Michôd's The King, a Shakespearean retelling starring him and Joel Edgerton, which is hitting Netflix (and some theaters I imagine) this fall. This must mean we're getting a trailer soon, maybe? I hope I hope. I wanna see that hair-do in motion. (And do you think he dropped this to distract from the Woody Allen movie news?)
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Bobby Goes Blonde

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Finally some forward momentum on The Assassination of Jesse James director Andrew Dominik's next movie, his adaptation of Joyce Carol Oates' book about Marilyn Monroe called Blonde -- he's just cast Bobby Cannavale to play the baseball player Joe DiMaggio and Adrien Brody to play the playwright Arthur Miller, aka two of Marilyn's famous husbands. (She was also married once earlier before she became a star.) Here's a picture of a young DiMaggio in the locker-room just cuz: 

You know, for comparison's sake with up top. I've never read Oates' book although I have a copy buried in my apartment somewhere, I guess I should dig it up -- have you read it? Anyway this project keeps reminding me of Nicolas Roeg's 1985 movie Insignificance that has thinly veiled ("thinly" being kind) versions of Marilyn and DiMaggio randomly meeting up with Joe McCarthy and Albert Einstein in a hotel room. That's a weird ass movie, isn't it?


Adam Brody Three Times

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I'm really very annoyed that I haven't gotten to see Ready or Not yet when I very much want to, hence why I haven't posted much about the buzzy horror flick out this weekend. But these photos of Adam Brody in the new GQ are really too adorable not to post, so I'll make this exception. There's also an interview at that link, although it's mostly about The OC and I didn't really watch The OC save a couple times -- I didn't crush on Adam until Jennifer's Body, because I got class, motherfucker.
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Rainy Skies Gonna Clear Up

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Woody Allen's film A Rainy Day in New York, starring Elle Fanning and Timothee Chalamet, might not ever see the light of day here in the US (I hope that's not true, but whatever, we have the internet now, we'll see it somehow) but it's getting a rather big push in Europe -- it's opening the Deauville American Film Festival in France on September 6th, and that picture of its two stars up top is a new one to my eye. The movie's already out in a few random countries -- Poland and Greece and Lithuania, sure why not -- and is hitting several more over the next several months. We posted its trailer here, if you missed it. I suppose whenever it hits DVD somewhere, that's when we'll see it...
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Thom Yorke's Daily Battles

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The only movie that's getting a gala screening at the New York Film Festival that I haven't posted about yet -- the other two are Martin Scorsese's The Irishman, posted about here, and Noah Baumbach's Marriage Story, posted about here -- is Edward Norton's Motherless Brooklyn, which is the Closing Night Film. But today's given us a marvelous excuse to fix that! A song from Motherless Brooklyn was just released, and not just any ol' song -- it's a song by my main squeeze Thom Yorke! It's called "Daily Battles" and you can listen to it right here:
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Rolling Stone debuted the track along with some words from Norton about how the song came to be, read that all here. Oh and also at that link there's a cover version of that same song done by Wynton Marsalis! Something for everybody! Motherless Brooklyn is an adaptation of the Jonathan Lethem novel of the same name, which Norton transferred from the modern-day New York borough to a 1950s Noir-ish setting. They also released some pictures this week, featuring Norton and Willem Dafoe and Gugu Mbatha-Raw and Alec Baldwin Bruce Willis, and I'll share them after the jump...

Five Frames From ?

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What movie is this?
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Good Morning, World

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The latest issue of Interview Magazine has delivered us a real treat, a conversation between Almodóvar regulars Antonio Banderas and Penelope Cruz -- click here to read the whole thing, and to check out another picture I haven't posted. They mainly speak about their new movie Pain and Glory, which is out here in the US on October 4th (after playing the New York Film Festival) -- click here to watch its trailer. Yesterday I was just speaking of the film, which I've now seen, with some love for Antonio's other co-star Asier Etxeandia. Here's a choice bit from Antonio & Penelope's chat:

"Curiosity is fundamental. There is a moment in life — and I had this experience two and a half years ago with my cardiac issues — when you realize that there is only room for the truth. There is a moment when you say, “If it is not something that is completely true for me, I’m not interested.” You realize that years are passing by and that life is getting shorter. During the rehearsal period, Pedro said to me, “Antonio, since you had your heart attack, there is something in you that has changed. Do not be afraid to show that part of you.” I knew exactly what he was talking about. When you see death so closely, it leaves a mark and it stays there, sticking to the heart. Pedro detected it, and I used it throughout the movie. It is a type of sadness—not depression, just the character’s sadness of knowing that death exists. Penélope, deep down you know it, that we are no more than the experiences we have. Us actors, we live off of that. If there are no experiences, there is nothing."

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

There's No U in Antarctica

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Sometimes the best times to contemplate our worst bits are when we're not planning on it. Sometimes the self-reflection sneaks in, unexpected like, a thief in the broad daylight, sniffing and snuffing and huffing about. Sometimes it's got a sharp bob hairdo and big black sunglasses and every mannerism and tic that Cate Blanchett can toss at it, and yet it cuts you to the quick.

So it went with Richard Linklater's new film Where'd You Go, Bernadette, a film I had absolutely zero intention of seeing -- not until it started getting baffled notices from critics, anyway. They reminded me of Bernie, Linklater's 2011 film with Jack Black and the only time I ever truly vibed on what Linklater was selling. I went in on a lark really -- I hadn't read the book; I hadn't even watched a trailer. It was a hot day and anything with Blanchett can't be that bad, right?

Bernadette is not that bad. It's not bad at all, actually. Yes it's broad and yes it's the tonal equivalent of gumbo -- a shock of stews steeped in each other, all piled high -- but sometimes you've gotta go broad to make your point, and Bernadette delivered more to me emotionally with its cartoonish flair than many a more Serious Movie movie that I've seen this year. 

Blanchett plays Bernadette Fox, a woman who won a genius grant once and then kept disappearing. The movie meets her as a colorful mess of a Mom, holed up in a dripping house with a husband and kid who love her but don't seem to get her. Only as the rugs get pulled and the vines knotted underneath get their moments to shine do we see how self-inflicted Bernadette's wounds are, and how the movie is winding its weird-ass path just in order to whittle down and speak one on one with the closed-off weirdos inside all of us.

Where'd You Go Bernadette is big and bright and open about shutting down -- it's something like a comic kiddie movie about adult depression and self-sabotage. It zigs when anything else would be zagging, and in its strangeness found ways to shuffle around my own defenses -- I couldn't put up a fight with it, not when suddenly Kristen Wiig's rolling around on the pavement before I could argue. It didn't fight fair, and hugged me when I wanted to punch it. And I found myself, whaddya wonder, deeply moved.

I saw so much, too much, of myself in Blanchett's Bernadette, who'd rather run over a neighbor than have a common conversation -- who deeply loves the people she's let in, to a near smothering degree, but can't seem to carve space for much more. (This is a real Cancer's movie.) All of her energies are aimed in aimless directions -- she's got too much to give, so she's given up, paralyzed and poisoned by the insecurities she's let take hold.

Like I said, this is a lot for a movie with penguin jokes and pratfalls! But the penguin jokes are the cake they're hiding the pills in -- good cake, delicious cake, and I felt a little bit better after than before. A movie that can do that, well, eat it up. Pills and all.
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The Spy Who Spied On Me in the Shower

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The title of the 27th James Bond film has been revealed today 
via the 007 Twitter account, and it is drumroll please...

I was kind of hoping they'd go with
 Speedo Party but I guess this'll do.
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You Should Find This Good Woman

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Even though I didn't make it up to Montreal for the Fantasia Film Fest last month I managed to see quite a few movies thanks to the wonders of technology -- I rounded up the ones I reviewed at this link. But there were several I watched that I didn't get a chance to review, and one of those whaddya know was actually very very good and I wish I had reviewed it. It's called A Good Woman is Hard to Find and it stars an absolutely terrific Sarah Bolger (from that Mayans BC show as well as Into the Badlands) as a young widowed mother who gets sucked into a world of crime through bad chance, and finds herself going way above her pay-grade figuring her way out of it. (Psst shit goes wrong real bad.)

Oh and hey the film co-stars lil' Andrew Simpson, last seen by me as the teen boy who Cate Blanchett romanced in Notes on a Scandal! Remember that? Anyway the film doesn't have a U.S. release date yet but I think it will eventually, it's good enough that somebody should pick it up, but it is being released in the UK in October and they've given us our first trailer, so let's check it out shall we:
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Asier Etxeandia Two Times

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I was lucky enough to catch a screening of Pedro Almodóvar's latest much anticipated film Pain & Glory last week (here's the trailer; the film is playing the NYFF next month) and I'll have way way way more to say on it when the time comes for that but for now let me just make sure that Asier Etxeandia here is on everybody's radars, if he's not already, because he might've been my favorite thing in the whole shebang. If you watch Netflix's Spanish soap called Velvet (which co-stars another Almodovar actor, one Miguel Angel Silvestre) you might already be intimate with Asier, but I don't so I was not and he packs a hell of a wallop, you guys.  I'm not just talking about his looks either, although those are clearly a bonus -- he gives a wonderful performance in the movie. Moving, funny; him and Banderas have great chemistry. 


Everything You Ever Need To Know About Life...

... you can learn from:


Helen: Smash up somebody's car when you're drunk and write out a check. Get in a mess with a showgirl and write out a check. And when a man dies, write out a check to his widow. Account paid in full.

That dastardly Jane Wyman might not see the value in a buck but Criterion's fancy-pantsy blu-ray edition of Sirk's mellifluous melodrama hits home-theaters today and if you haven't yet you should snatch up a copy at this link, hifalutin moral standards be damned. I mean you could maybe spend your money better by going to medical school to learn how to save the eyeballs of the woman you're somewhat responsible for blinding, but where's the fun in that? In summation, just hit Jane Wyman with a car and call it a day:


Five Frames From ?

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What movie is this?
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Good Morning, World

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We've still got a couple of weeks until It: Chapter 2 hits screens but James McAvoy's already declaring it "Time to float" on his Instagram -- I know he's kidding but he should be careful or he might summon up a devil clown into the center of that inflatable ring. And clearly by "devil clown" I mean "me with my arms outstretched waiting for James McAvoy in wet underwear to fall into my arms." Clearly. I wear my "devil clown" badge proudly.


Monday, August 19, 2019

Who Wore It Best?

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I have posted about the 1975 film Royal Flash before -- directed by Superman director Richard Lester it stars Malcolm McDowell as well as nude-wrestling-friends Alan Bates and Oliver Reed, seen above -- but I still haven't watched it, even though that earlier post makes note of the movie being available to watch for free here on ye olde internet. It's uploaded onto YouTube now, even:
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But since I just stumbled upon these photos of Bates & Reed being their typical scamp selves and I to be quite frank am having a real case of the braindead Mondays this afternoon, let's just give ourselves a luxurious stache poll to soak in and call it a day:

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