One Oscar After Another

One Battle After Another is that rare American film that simultaneously speaks to and skewers the times we live in.  

It’s original, unique, twisty, bizarre, seriously political and hysterically funny.

Call your friends. Tell them to see this movie.

And it’s going to get a boatload of Oscar nominations and likely win more than a whole handful.

Not that this kind of thing much matters given the times we’re living in. 

Just for a minute, let me think about awards shows!

But let’s discuss it anyway, since right now I’m tired of speaking to the fascistic moment of the day. 

Not to mention, One Battle After Another does it far better as we watch a real band of left wing radicals, who seem like lunatics but aren’t, take on a white Supremacist-powered American military hellbent on rounding up, killing or simply sequestering into truly crumbling sanctuary cities, every single person, especially those of color, who are not 100% onboard with its own even more radical agenda.

Yes, it’s a fictional, pushed reality world of the 1980s and 90s that Anderson started writing some years ago, partly inspired by Thomas Pynchon’s Vineland, but you don’t have to use your imagination much, if at all, to believe this is documentary footage from secret pockets of today’s America or its very near future.

You tell ’em Leo

That is what great filmmakers can do.  Make you think something is or could be happening right now and cause you to think about whether you want that reality and those consequences. 

And within that group there are a small chosen few that can even get you to uproariously laugh about the absurdity of the times we’re living in and the sheer narcissistic, animal destructiveness of what we’re doing.

There is an even smaller number, perhaps up to three, who can also pull this off using the tropes of a traditional family drama/love story.

PTA contains multitudes

But let’s get back to what really matters – whether PTA will win finally win his long-awaited, and very long overdue, Oscar(s) for his troubles.

It’s hard to imagine Paul Thomas Anderson, an ELEVEN time nominee who has never won an Academy Award, is sitting around wondering whether this will be “his year.”  That’s the purview of the press and everyone else who works in the industry who longs to win one.

This is not to say PTA doesn’t want to win or won’t be there to accept the one or two or hopefully three that might be coming his way.

Raise it up!

But when you’ve made so many memorable films, worked with the best in the business and remain one of a tiny group of truly successful and critically acclaimed American auteurs over the last thirty years that continues to swing for the fences every time you’re up at bat (Note: Yes, even I can do baseball metaphors when they apply), the surprisingly weighty little gold statuette, cool as it is, is more for the rest of us fans of the guy, than the guy himself.

Having only met him briefly one time at the beginning of his career, I have very little real idea of how he’ll react.  But I imagine him having a similar response to Martin Scorsese, when he finally won the award for The Departed, a solid film but pretty much no one’s top one or two films in his oeuvre.

Who will be PTA’s fab four?

After tumultuous applause there were numerous thank you’s and sincere words of being “overwhelmed” and “moved.” But what always stayed with me was his shout out to the many people who loved his movies for so long who were en masse pissed off that after Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Goodfellas and The Aviator (Note: To name only a very few) he had yet to be “officially” acknowledged by his, ahem, “peers.”

…I just want to say, too, that so many people over the years have been wishing this for me, strangers, you know. I go walking in the street people say something to me, I go in a doctor’s office, I go in a…whatever…elevators, people are saying, “You should win one, you should win one.” I go for an x-ray, “You should win one.” And I’m saying,”Thank you.” And then friends of mine over the years and friends who are here tonight are wishing this for me and my family. I thank you. This is for you.

Delightful

Paul Thomas Andreson hasn’t been working nearly as long and has had a far different career.  But speaking for those of us who marveled at, were inspired by or simply loved movies like Boogie Nights, Magnolia, There Will Be Blood, The Master and The Phantom Thread, I gotta say:

He better f’n win one this time, and it’d be even more fitting for it to happen for one of his best and most timely films.

And we’ll all be Maya in that moment

As I continue to express the sentiments of the many who will continue to channel their gargantuan political anger into this year’s Oscar race, let me add this tidbit from a person who has spent his entire adult life in and around the movie business. 

I‘d venture to say it’s a lot harder to write AND direct so many interesting and outstanding films, much less get them made and released through the studio system these days, than it is to tear down a 250 year-old democracy.

Certainly, it takes a lot more talent.

And I will

Speaking of which, you don’t get to work with actors like Leonardo DiCaprio and Sean Penn, who deliver some of their most memorable recent performances in OBAA, or draw award-worthy performances from lesser known onscreen performers like Teyana Taylor and Chase Infiniti, if you’re not at the top of your game. 

Nor will you get a major studio like Warner Bros. to back you, especially on a $150 million plus budgeted project (Note: That’s before marketing) that speaks to THE hot button political issue of the day.

I have a sense some people are not thrilled with Colonel Lockjaw

The right loves to tar all of Hollywood with the same broad “overly woke brush,” but if you check the release schedule for every major studio the real revelation is how safe and essentially non-political the vast majority of major studio financed and distributed films there are, none of which come close to fitting comfortably into that category.

Would that it were the case.

Because if woke means being “awake” and “alert,” especially when it comes to inequality, racism, sexism and homophobia (just to name a few), one can’t help but wonder – why would ANYONE, much less SO MANY, be so virulently against it?

Certainly would be on the naughty list

Which brings us back to PTA and One Battle After Another and how he sets an example for any active or aspiring filmmakers out there.

Strip away all the successful films he’s made and all the awards he was nominated for and didn’t win, and you’ll find he’s a long-married husband to beloved comic actor/producer Maya Rudolph, and a family man/father of four biracial kids who sat down a few years ago to the same blank screen/page every creative person is faced with. 

And what he came up with was a story of an interracial couple in a far right dystopian American landscape and what silly and horrible things could happen to them and theirs if one day…

Did you have machine guns + nuns on your bingo card?

Eh, better to let him show and tell it to you himself and see if it rings true to what you’re watching happen all around you in real time.  And if you admire him for it.

As for the Oscar, well, that’s out of most of our hands.  Though hopefully not his.

Music and Trailer from One Battle After Another

Apocalypse Now?

I don’t pay much attention to the current president’s tweets because:

  1. They’re usually meant to distract from something else much more important.
  2. They’re usually mind-numbingly juvenile and as an “older person” I don’t like to waste my remaining years with stupid.
  3. They’re usually an empty threat or a lie.
That’s about enough of that

But when, on Saturday, he co-opted Francis Ford Coppola’s Apocalypse Now poster and dialogue to make a joke threat of invading the great American city of Chicago – a town where I went to grad school, lived in briefly in my early twenties, and formed key lasting friendships over more than four decades, he pissed me off.

Royally.

Though royalty is something he will never be no matter how much he tries to act like King George III.

Anyway, I hate to reprint him (Note: POTUS, not the Real King) but desperate times call for desperate measures when you sense danger.   So here it is.

This is real. This is our president.

Some observations:

  1. When the president of a country thinks it’s cool to declare “war” on an American city – metaphorically, in reality or both – it’s time to stop what you’re doing and pay attention. (Note: You are allowed, however, to watch the men’s U.S. Open’s Final Sunday because we don’t want to ruin EVERYTHING good).
Rooting for Mr. Handsome

2. This POTUS renamed our Department of Defense to our Department of War by executive order on Friday even though it’s not official and not legal since that power lies with Congress.  So clearly he’s signaling how he’s planning to “rule” unless he’s stopped.

3. The ad he’s “parodying” features a black-hearted but fictional U.S. lieutenant colonel during the Vietnam War who famously said, I love the smell of napalm in the morning.  It was a piece of dialogue illustrating how uncaring, sadistic and morally reprehensible/insane this fictional military man was.  So when you are the actual real-life president – and put an image of YOU in place of the colonel – it means either:

a. You want to be seen as just that.

b. You are just that. 

Or

You are BOTH a. and b.  At least in your own mind.

Totally fine. No problems at all. #yikes

Whichever you or I choose to answer to any of these questions or observations it’s clear that the current occupant of the Oval Office intends to order his battalions of enforcers (Note: ICE Agents, the National Guard from a red state since blue states aren’t playing and, well other masked guys) into the streets of another blue city to round up as many people as possible – much in the style napalm rid Vietnam of Vietnamese of all ages that fictional colonel wanted to exterminate.

Will he do it? 

Won’t he do it?

How are these even questions we have to ponder??

That’s the reality show teaser promo this POTUS, a former reality TV show host and life-long bottom feeding huckster who in the last year has made $3-5 Billion in bitcoin selling virtual tchotchkes of himself, wants us to play.

Well, we’re not playing.

But we ARE paying attention.

Chicago assemble!

Because there are 2.72 million people in Chicago, many of them non-white and a lot of them immigrants, who are being threatened. They are threatened not so much by the face of the colonel inserted in the ad, but by someone with the same face acting more like a real life counterpart of the fictional Col. Kurtz that Marlon Brando played in the last third of that Coppola film classic.

And he was plain bat shit crazy.

Um… yes

Illinois Governor J.B. Pritzker is clearly treating the situation as such.  Over the weekend his response was short and to the point.

The President of the United States is threatening to go to war with an American city.  This is not a joke.  Illinois won’t be intimidated by a wannabe dictator.

Preach Gov

Tens of thousands of people across the country took to the streets in red and blue cities in the last week, enraged at the militaristic threats, mass raids rounding up innocent citizens and the stripping of rights and legal status.

The current administration is also losing court cases nationwide, most recently from the federal bench, which ruled his deployment of troops in my home state of California was illegal.

And yet the threats continue, often veiled in lame comedy, as do the lies (Note: Crime is down in Chicago and Washington, D.C. and Los Angeles).  As does the misinformation and obsequiousness of his cabinet AND his private spray of willingly sycophantic billionaires (Note: Check out Meta’s Mark Zuckerberg caught on a hot mic serving up embarrassingly servile by watching this four minute segment in its entirety) which has now reached Saturday Night Live level.

It all reeks of either a new Gilded Age or the beginning of a contemporary version of the French Revolution. 

Though many people are saying it’s beginning to sound more like Russian oligarchy or the seeds of a late 1930s-style German dictatorship.

Um.. RED ALERT HERE

Whatever it is or is not any of those, it’s worth paying attention to. 

Not because it’s now co-opted imagery and dialogue from one of our greatest American director’s work.

But because it’s more serious than the heart attack lead actor Martin Sheen had that caused Apocalypse Now to famously shut down during filming.

He recovered from that and went on to play the president of our dreams on The West Wing.

Where art thou, President Bartlet?

But will we?

Let’s do more than hope we can do the same and recast our real life leader in the next election.

One that is not only free but fair.

And take to the streets en masse if the narrative begins to more and more lean towards the apocalypse.

The Doors – “The End” (with scenes from Apocalpyse Now)