Mr. Scorsese

There are barely a handful of American directors who have been making movies for more than half a century and still working at the top of their craft and Martin Scorsese is one of them.

The rest are these guys

But that’s not the only reason to watch Mr. Scorsese, the excellent five-part documentary of his life and films, now streaming on Apple TV.

Rather it’s the candor in which the director, his family, and his long-time friends and collaborators so openly lift a veil of privacy to share his flaws, his genius, his often volatile nature and lifelong devotion to film, as well as his obsessive fervor and determination to make each of his movies to the absolute best of everyone’s abilities, especially his own.

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The man behind the eyebrows

Never a part of Hollywood (Note: Whatever that is) and yet an undeniable part of Hollywood film history for present and future generations, Marty, as almost everyone calls him (Note: Except Daniel Day-Lewis, who for some reason only uses the more formal Martin) is that rare documentary subject that emerges not so much noble or admirable but merely very human and very, very, very hard-working. 

So much so that when you’re done with the five-hours it’s hard not to feel you should immediately get to work on your next six projects and begin considering the seven others that could be percolating on the back-burner. (Note: Whether you’re in show business or not).

Get to work Chairy!

Yet as directed by feature filmmaker, documentarian, novelist and former actress Rebecca Miller, Mr. Scorsese, more than anything else, is a true portrait of an artist.

You meet the short, asthmatic kid who grew up in Queens and Little Italy among professional gangsters and street bullies that became the inspiration for so much of the subject matter he covered in movies like Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Good Fellas and Casino.  But you also meet the devoted Italian Catholic kid who studied for the priesthood and made The Last Temptation of Christ, Kundun and Silence.  Not to mention, the lifelong movie fan who brought his encyclopedic knowledge of cinema to New York, New York, The Color of Money and The Aviator. Even the director-for-hire who was so able to bring himself to other people’s projects –  Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, The King of Comedy and The Departed, to name a few – and transform them into award-winning cinema that captured the zeitgeist of their times.

Cheers to you, Marty

Still, this is not so much a lesson in film history than a fairly unvarnished exploration in what makes a person in the public eye we feel we somewhat “know,” tick.  There are many dozens of interviews, mostly new but others archival, including a significant amount with the director himself, detailing his drug use, periods of clinical depression, faltering marriages and unbridled fits of rage and frustration with not only his career, but his failure at life.

Among them are also a lot of incredibly funny stories about his “lacks,” often told in a self-deprecating manner by Mr. Scorsese himself.  Despite his gargantuan successes, the amount of times the director went from being at the top of the directing heap to virtually “dead” in the business (Note: His words, not mine) become head-spinning and almost comical.  While it doesn’t seem like someone at his “level” (Note: Again, whatever that means) would have to go butt heads with studio moguls or beg for money, Scorsese jokes that he’s been there a lot.  He even recounts one hilarious story where he threw the desk of someone he perceived to be a studio spy out a third floor window, admitting that right after he did it he was told it wasn’t even the right desk.

Oops?

I’ve seen every Scorsese film with the exception od Silence (2016) (Note: Some snowy night in front of the fire, as Joseph Mankiewicz wrote for Margo Channing to say in All About Eve) so by the end of Mr. Scorsese I wondered if there was anything significant I or the documentary hadn’t covered.. 

That is besides his 2024 Chanel commercial with Timothee Chalamet. Note: Ok, here it is:

Turns out there was one thing.

Ten years ago Marty directed an amusing 16 minute short film called The Audition, starring Robert De Niro and Leonardo DiCaprio playing fictional versions of themselves.  It was essentially made as a promotional tool for a new casino in Macau at a reported cost of $70 million, and has never been released theatrically, but, well, okay, you can watch it here:

The premise is that De Niro and DiCaprio arrive separately in Manila, run into each other, and find they’re both up for the same lead role in Scorsese’s next feature film. Written by his Boardwalk Empire collaborator Terrence Winter (Scorsese directed the pilot of the hit HBO series that Winter created, winning an Emmy in the process), it plays on a generational rivalry between the two stars and frequent Scorsese leading men as they try to one-up each other in front of the boss in order to land the role.

Scorsese being… well… Scorsese, even the short doesn’t take the easy way out.  Not only are both stars  full of themselves, but so is the fictional version of the director.  He’s clandestinely pitted them against one other, siding with each in different moments, until finally Brad Pitt shows up to make his cameo appearance by the end (Note: You know he’s coming at some point because he gets third billing). 

After that, well, you can probably figure it out what happens to the two Scorsese veterans.

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They beat each other up with their awards?

The quick, stylish directorial touches, clever asides (Note: I particularly loved the moment an annoyed De Niro begins imitating DiCaprio in disdain) and morally questionable behavior of the characters of the “director” “and his “actors,” are everything we come to expect from the Scorsese “brand.” (Note: Coined before that term was a de rigueur thing for anyone doing any job in the business).

But what’s most memorable about The Audition is just how keenly aware Mr. Scorsese is of the fact that to be in entertainment industry means that even when you reach the brand level of a Scorsese, you will spend the rest of your life, now and likely well into the hereafter, forever auditioning, often in uncomfortable, demeaning or even faux-demeaning situations.

The question is – will you let it get the best of you, or will you make the best of it?

Liza Minnelli – “New York, New York”

Pride, Prejudice & Pee Wee

If being gay was a choice, I’d choose gay every time.  Not because I think it’s better to be gay than straight (Note: Although sometimes….).  Rather, it’s because making any other choice would mean that I wouldn’t be myself.

Now, how’s that for pride month???

Oh please, no applause.

OK I’ll accept a cheer though

Every person I know and almost everyone I’ve ever met in the LGBTQ+ community would answer the same way.  Because once you have zero compunction about being your authentic self and actually live that way, the toughest part of that particular journey is over.

As for the handful of perverse exceptions on the subject, well, as practically everyone on earth aside from a MAGA politician will publicly admit, there is a streak of the depraved within EVERY community.

Meaning there are lots of ways to be gay.  Just as there are lots of ways to be pretty much anything. 

Tis true

This week I watched the fantastic HBO documentary, Pee Wee As Himself.  It tells the story of Paul Reubens, the late actor who invented and played Pee Wee Herman all those years and who, among other things, officially “comes out’ as gay on the program. 

Not that we imagined he was straight.  Or anything else.  Pee Wee was camp and camp done by a man scores very high on the gay meter.  Like 9 out of 10.  And yes, I know that Dame Edna was played by the late Barry Humphries, a straight man.  He’s the 1 out of 10. 

Which in public gay speak is 1 out of every 10,000.

OK but the glasses are gay, right?

In any event, the fact that Paul Reubens was gay is nowhere near the most interesting aspect of his life, or his story.  What‘s much more revelatory is that this little gay kid was a natural performance artist fascinated by the circus (Note: He grew up near Ringling Bros. HQ in Sarasota, FL), children’s television and mid-century kitsch.  And that he was a Cal Arts grad who had a boyfriend in his twenties but was so obsessed with rising to the top of show business that after their breakup he poured everything into his career rather than to ever lose himself or his ambitions ever again in the homo-normative narrative of gay domestic bliss.

Reubens, in drag, at Cal Arts

Toiling in the usual rounds of anonymous auditions, improv comedy, bit parts and more, he one day finally hit upon a strange character that managed to suffuse himself, and everything he loved, in the form of an oddball man-boy who could entertain all the oddball kids, their older siblings AND their parents.  But in an honest, hyper-colorful, strange and wittily sarcastic style that was both purely him and purely for the “him” who would’ve liked to have (or been) such a person when he was younger.

It’s a story that is not much different from that of many creative people in the entertainment industry, only with overwhelming, outsized mainstream success.

Early days

Sure there were personal lapses and dramas like the arrest at the porn theatre for supposedly exposing himself or the subsequent cancellation of his Saturday morning kids (ahem) syndicated TV series, Pee Wee’s Playhouse — which my husband and I used to watch almost every Saturday morning early in our courtship – waiting for the inevitable gay double entendres that would always come (Note:”You know what they say about big feet…”).

Cowboy Curtis Boots

But, like being gay, those were just moments in a life of creativity that was clearly formed by being a bit odd and a bit of an outsider, albeit with an obsession to stay that way and become an INSIDER through the imaginative expression of EXACTLY who you are.

The character of Pee Wee and the guy who created him was as gay as anything could be because it was NEVER about his gender or sexuality, or the gender/sexuality of those millions who were attracted to him. It was the fact that he was using who he really was to attract everybody together in one big playhouse. And that’s the most appealing, most successful and most enduring attraction of all. #OneBigTent.

An icon

Of course, this a fact that is impossible to explain to self-professed “real” men like our current Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth, or as he is known as around our house, Brylcreem Boy.

Yes, it’s a dated reference, but so is he.  Type casting for a school bully out of the 1950s, down to the drunken rages, mistreatment of women and financial failures.

Words escape me

After the April debacle where he set up group chats and leaked plans for US military raids by using the unsecured internet line, Signal Chat, B.B’.s new plan is to remove the names off of any Navy ships that he claims don’t further his “warrior” agenda for the troops.  And rename them with something more appropriate to his “mission.”  At the top of the list this pride month (Note: And likely to reassign him to the name Petty Pete in our household), is the USNS Harvey Milk, christened in honor of the slain gay rights leader and former San Francisco Supervisor who was gunned down in his office at City Hall one morning late in 1978 by a guy who didn’t like his politics.

Hey! Look at this big gay boat!

Ironically, though not to Petty Pete, aka Brylcreem Boy, is that Mr. Milk was the quintessential warrior.  After four years in the Navy, where he served on a submarine rescue ship during the Korean War, he was forced to resign when his superiors found out he was gay.  Never comfortable with hiding who he was, he then went on to become the first openly gay person elected to public office in California, and the following year put his career on the line to defeat the then popular-in-the-polls Briggs Initiative, which would have made it unconstitutional for any gay person to teach in a California school, as well as ended the careers of any of those who already did so.

Mr. Milk prevailed and thanks to him we not only have gay teachers but millions of out gay people living proudly all over the world.  He imagined the latter dream in countless public speeches but, much like many other civil rights leaders, didn’t survive nearly long enough to see that become reality. Nor did he stay alive long enough (Note: he was forty-eight when he was murdered) to see a U.S. president decide to honor him, a former navy lieutenant, for his courage by putting his name on one of its ships.

Thank you, Mr. Milk.

Unsurprisingly, Mr. Milk is just one on a longer list of names that P.P. or B.B. (Note: Take your choice), and one assumes the bosses above him in the current White House, are seeking to erase from history in our government by claiming they were only put there in the first place because of some undeserved bow to diversity, equity and inclusion.  Additional Navy ships scheduled to be stripped of their names are the:

USNS Harriet Tubman

USNS Thurgood Marshall

USNS Medgar Evers

USNS Cesar Chavez

USNS Dolores Huerta

USNS Ruth Bader Ginsburg

USNS Lucy Stone

The gays, the Blacks, the Browns, the Jews and the Women (not necessarily in that order).

Groundbreaking

Well, those names may be temporarily erased from a Navy battleship but they will never be erased from American history.   Not by a secretary of defense who thinks branding his body with a series of white Christian nationalist tattoos is enough to make him a contemporary warrior.

Most Americans see him as a callow idiot, one of many teeny tiny man-boys in our collective pasts. 

Far more petty, and far less notable than Pee-Wee Herman himself.

Pee-Wee’s Playhouse Theme