A Little Tom Holland Treat

The first official images from Christopher Nolan's film of The Odyssey have started to land (via the new issue of Empire magazine I believe) and I figured it would be this shot of Tom Holland playing the character of Telemachus that would blow up all y'all skirts the best. This movie's not out until July 17th 2026 so we've got some time to decide whether we give a shit -- well I suppose "we" really equals "me" since I'm the biggest Nolan naysayer around. And yet! And yet I did like Oppenheimer. So maybe I'll like this one even more and Nolan will suddenly become a director I appreciate again, which hasn't really been a thing since Memento. (Okay okay I do mostly like The Dark Knight too.) With a cast that includes Robert Pattinson, Charlize Theron, Anne Hathaway, Mia Goth, Jon Bernthal, Zendaya, Logan Marshall-Green, Lupita Nyong'o and Samantha Morton (among others) there'll certainly be somebody worth staring at most of the time... but then Nolan's always gotten big starry casts which he then usually squanders. I'm trying to be optimistic, really! How are y'all feeling about the prospects on this one? 

Good Morning, World

Since I've been extremely busy and traveling for the past couple of weeks I haven't had a moment to watch any of the second season of The Sandman (and with the horrors revealed about Neil Gaiman it didn't feel too pressing) but when I saw these two gifs of blond beauty Freddie Fox making the rounds I felt the need to move it up the list. Anybody watched the second season yet? If you're unsure where you know Freddie from it might be The House of the Dragon or it might be Queer as Folk creator Russell T. Davis' hella-gay miniseries Cucumber or it might be this great big gratuitous post I did on him backin 2018 when I mistook him for one of the Dunkirk Twinks. Remember that phenomenon? At least Christopher Nolan gave culture something once. As did Sandman:

Good Morning, World

I love it when actors do the work for me -- and you can chisel that on my tombstone -- so thanks to German actor Matthias Schweighöfer for posting this new photoshoot in honor of his own 44th birthday today! Schweighöfer was a great big star in Germany before making some in-roads here in the States thanks mainly to Zack Snyder's Army of the Dead zombie action movie -- his character even got his own spin-off prequel with Army of Thieves the same year. And then he had a small role in Oppenheimer too but then well who didn't? Anyway he first caught our eye well before that, romping about in his altogether with his buddy and also MNPP fave Florian David Fritz in the movie 100 Things which I must've posted about a half billion times back circa 2018. Maybe that's how he also caught Zack Snyder's eye! Sounds about right to me. Anyway hit the jump for the birthday boy's full fine new photoshoot...

Cosmo Jarvis Three Times

Big day for Cosmo-stans as not only was he featured in that Warfare clip I shared earlier but we've also got news of his next project, and it's a biggun -- he's just joined the vast cast of Chris Nolan's upcoming epic take on The Odyssey (thx Mac). No idea who he's playing in it but he's got a face for skirts and he joins the already announced (the movie is actually already filming) cast of (deep breath) Matt Damon, Tom Holland, Zendaya, Anne Hathaway, Lupita Nyong’o, Robert Pattinson, John Leguizamo, Benny Safdie, Charlize Theron, Jon Bernthal, Mia Goth, Shiloh Fernandez, Himesh Patel, Elliott Page, Bill Irwin, Samantha Morton, Jesse Garcia, Will Yun Lee and Corey Hawkins. We have of course been in the Cosmo-corner ever since we first saw him opposite Florence Pugh in Lady Macbeth -- it took Shōgun for the rest of the world to catch up but that's fine because Shōgun is ace. And I know I should know better than to expect anything homosexual from Nolan but my god with this cast of actors and Ancient Greece as your setting... I mean we all know what Achilles and Patroclus were getting up to dammit!

Tom Holland Eighteen Times

Tom Holland! Ringing in the New Year like a mofo! This photoshoot from Men's Health had been teased all holiday weekend (week? I don't know what day it is) with grainy quality copies popping up on social media but now we've got the real hi-res deal and that little bout of edging was worth it -- click these individual photos and hoo boy do they embiggen. It's like you can lick each ab (and why wouldn't you want to?) Someone said they thought this new shredded body is probably for his role in Christopher Nolan's next movie -- his over-the-break announced adaptation of The Odyssey -- and that makes sense to me...

... although I did say in reply that every actor is expected to have a ridiculous body like this right now, so it's probably also (and mainly) that. Not that I am complaining! I am well passed the point of personally murdering myself for unreasonable body expectations so I can just happily look on. Be healthy, kids! Et cetera. Tom's got fifty people sculpting those abdominals for him. For us! (And being Zendaya's arm candy isn't a part-time job either.) Okay I have done my New Years responsible person due diligence -- now let's hit the jump for the entire shoot (photographed by our fave queer horror director Carter Smith no less)...

Mark Ruffalo Eight Times

I mentioned this new photoshoot of Oscar nominee Mark Ruffalo for GQ yesterday when I was "complaining" (not really) about there being more new photoshoots than I could handle in one day -- well I was able to rifle up a scrim's thickness worth of patience and save this one for today. Go me! If Mark wins the Oscar I'm sure he'll dedicate it to me after this feat. That said I'd love for Mark (or DeNiro, who gave my favorite performance of the nominees) to win since I think Robert Downey Jr. is the weakest part of Oppenheimer but that statue's pretty much sewn up right? A shame. Mark is so funny (and sexy) in Poor Things! Reinvigorated my crush, it did. Hit the jump for the whole shoot...

Good Morning, Cillian

Even though I had some mixed feelings on Oppenheimer -- specifically its third act and Robert Downey Jr.'s ham-tastic performance -- I liked it far more than I have any Chris Nolan movie in a long time and I'm not feeling as terrible about the possibility (probability) of it winning a bunch of Oscars as I would''ve been had it continued my usual "uggggh" towards Nolan. I don't know what exact percentage of that you can chalk up to Cillian Murphy getting the lead and him being per usual great, but it's not a small one, and so I've very much been feeling the Cillian lately. Especially after a recent 28 Days Later re-watch...

I'm re-watching 28 DAYS LATER for the first time in a very long time and I was saying something to my bf when Cillian Murphy's shaved face was revealed and I one hundred percent lost every single thought I had in my head pic.twitter.com/JMFhU60P17

— Jason Adams (@JAMNPP) January 13, 2024

Anyway he's looking absolutely stunning in these photos for GQ UK, which he's covering this month -- you can read the interview right here. With me, since I haven't read it yet. I do hope he wins the Oscar because 1) he's excellent, he's always excellent, and he's earned it, 2) Paul Giamatti is also generally deserving of a career Oscar but I really do not like The Holdovers and I don't particularly like Giamatti's performance in it, and 3) anybody but Bradley Cooper. Please. If Colman Domingo had a chance I'd be happy about that but Rustin is too mediocre a movie. And Jeffrey Wright -- same feelings as Giamatti. Great actor giving a mediocre performance in a movie I don't like. I'm putting it all on Cillian then! And speaking of wanting to put something on Cillian, these photos got me feeling that way. Hit the jump for the whole shoot...

Time To Listen To John Waters Again

I was wondering just the other day what was going to happen to legend and icon John Waters' annual top ten list now that ArtForum shat the bed -- well the smarties at Vulture snatched him up, that's what! His favorite 2023 movies are listed right here -- can't believe John Waters loved Oppenheimer, but here we are! That said per usual he always picks a couple I haven't seen, no matter how hard I try and there are three this time. I tragically missed Catherine Breillat's movie when it screened at the NYFF, and I hadn't even heard of the Éric Gravel or Ulrich Seidl movies. 

That said I did actually see the one he goes out of his way to say nobody will have seen -- Pierre Creton's deliciously bizzarre gay gerontophilic romance A Prince, which played for a hot second at NYFF, and he is correct -- it's ace. Everybody should seek it out, at least if you've got a taste for strange.

And he's also doing good work when he says that Sigourney Weaver is giving "the best performance of the year" in Paul Schrader's Master Gardener -- I really don't understand why this work isn't getting more love! I thought she was phenomonal here; it's her best and most complicated work in some time. Here is my review of that movie, which I really dug. Anyway check the whole list to see what Mr. Waters has to say about all ten of his faves. Of the seven I've seen there's not a rotten apple among 'em -- although my feelings on Oppenheimer are more mixed I do think it's Nolan's best work in a long time.

Pink Fantasia Ahoy

The weekend of the cinematic summer has arrived, as Greta Gerwig's Barbie movie and Christopher Nolan's Oppenheimer movie -- the great Barbenheiming, as foretold in the old books -- stand imminent. My review of Barbie will be popping up at Pajiba tomorrow I believe, and I will update this post with a link when it has. As for Oppenheimer I have seen it but I haven't figured out what or where or if I am saying something. But stay tuned! I might! And won't that be a thrill for everybody? Until then, as I foretold y'all last week, tomorrow I am leaving for the Fantasia Film Festival in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, aka the maple syrupy land of Xavier Dolan and, like, mimes? I don't know. Follow me on my socials (probably especially my Instagram) if you want to keep stalkerish track of my every move -- I might post stuff while I'm away since it's technically a "work" trip, but I also might not since I am a lazy piece of shit. I mean I will have several reviews from Fantasia going up over the next couple of weeks, but we'll get to that once we're there. For now y'all just go see some movies this weekend, and support the fine artists who have worked hard to entertain and terrify you. And I will be officially back here in a week!

And Good Night, World

I gotta go watch a movie about a bomb now.

Trap Me In a Car With Michael Angarano

Checking my archives I can't believe it's been two entire years since I've posted about my "Bertie" boy Michael Angarano here on the site? The last thing I posted in April of 2021 was about him getting a role in that show Minx -- that show has fully come and gone by now! And I never watched a single episode of it. For shame, me. I mean I know I tend to hate Christopher Nolan movies but the fact that he's in Oppenheimer should've gotten a mention. Well I'm posting about our boy today at least, with Deadline's word that he's written and is directing a road-trip comedy! It's called Sacramento and it will star him and Michael Cera as best friends who drive from L.A. to Sacramento and discover about themselves and their relationship the kind of things people discover on movie road trips -- their wives will be played respectively by PENI5 legend and icon Maya Erskine (aka Angarano's real life partner) and, uhh, Kristen f'ing Stewart? Okay! Imagining her and Michael Cera as a married couple has already got me giggling, so that's good news.

Everything You Ever Need To Know About Life...

... you can learn from:

Hereditary (2018)

 

Peter: You okay, Mom?

Annie: What?

Peter: Is there something on your mind?

Annie: Is there something on *your* mind?

Peter: Just seems like there... might be something you... wanna say.

Steve: Peter.

Annie: Like what? I mean, why would I wanna say something so I can watch you sneer at me?

Peter: Sneer at you? I don't ever sneer at you.

Annie: Oh, sweetie, you don't have to. You get your point across.

Peter: Okay, so, fine, then say what you wanna say, then.

Steve: Peter.

Annie: I don't wanna say anything. I've tried saying...

Peter: Okay, so try again. Release yourself.

Annie: Oh, release you, you mean?

Peter: Yeah, fine, release me, just say it! Just fucking say it!

Annie: DON'T you swear at me, you little shit! Don't you EVER raise your voice at me! I am your mother! You understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that fucking face on your face! So full of disdain and resentment and always so annoyed! Well, now your sister is dead! And I know you miss her and I know it was an accident and I know you're in pain and I wish could take that away for you. I WISH I could shield you from the knowledge that you did what you did, but you're sister is dead! She's gone forever! And what a waste... if it could've maybe brought us together, or something, if you could've just said "I'm sorry" or faced up to what happened, maybe then we could do something with this, but you can't take responsibility for anything! So, now I can't accept. And I can't forgive. Because... because NOBODY admits anything they've done!

I might have to start quoting this scene from Hereditary every November 1st now that I have noticed that today is the birthday of both Toni Collette and Alex Wolff. Not that Toni's speech doesn't run through my head at least once a week anyway. "THAT FUCKING FACE ON YOUR FACE." That line is such perfect writing. It's exactly the sort of half-thought out thing you'd say when you're angry that actually represents the truest essence of the thing -- you'd try to say something more clever if you were thinking straight but the words are just flying out and you stumble on a perfect thing like that. Goddamn I can't wait for Ari Aster's next movie!

But back to the birthday people -- what's next for these two? Toni, who always has a billion projects lined up, has a billion projects lined up -- the most exciting one is probably Mickey7, Bong Joon-ho's next movie which also stars Robert Pattinson and Mark Ruffalo; see my previous post here. As for Alex he works less, which sucks! Why aren't people snatching him up after Hereditary, in which he more than held his own against a world-class Colette? That said he's got a role in Chris Nolan's Oppenheimer, so it's not like he's hurting! And he's got two small-sounding projects lined up, as well -- a movie called The Line (the photo below is from the set of that) and a movie called Untold; I don't recognize any of the other people involved on either project. Fingers crossed for fresh talent!

Everything You Ever Need To Know About Life...

... you can learn from: 

O (2001) 

Hugo: All my life I always wanted to fly. I always wanted to live like a hawk. I know you're not supposed to be jealous of anything, but... to take flight, to soar above everything and everyone, now that's living. But a hawk is no good around normal birds. It can't fit in. Even though all the other birds probably wanna be hawks; they hate him for what they can't be. Proud. Powerful. Determined. Dark. Odin is a hawk. He soars above us. He can fly. One of these days, everyone's gonna pay attention to me. Because I'm gonna fly too.

I feel as if I must have seen O when it came out in 2001 (given I have long harbored these Josh Hartnett feelings) but it's been so long I have no memory of it -- anyone revisited it lately? (It streams on Paramount+ if you're now inspired to.) I have a feeling it might be cringe now given how much we've shifted in our ways of discussing race in even just the past five years -- a lot of things from the 2000s feel biblical-old upon a look back. 

Speaking of old though -- happy 44 to Josh Hartnett today! Yeah well if he's old I am a year older, so. And (speaking of how we talk about race now) he just did one of his best pieces of work, if you ask me, in Raoul Peck's magnificent Exterminate All the Brutes miniseries (still streaming on HBO Max -- read my piece on that series right here) so the boy's got juice in him yet. Anyway I went to check what he is up to next and of course it's Christopher Nolan's film Oppenheimer -- if an actor's not in Barbie or Asteroid City then they're in Oppenheimer -- them's the rules! On that note I have to admit, Nolan-disbeliever though I may be, that I love the Oppenheimer poster they dropped this morning:

Despite All Its Rage It's Still Just a Bat in a Cave

When the first images from Matt Reeves' The Batman appeared, with Robert Pattinson's flat-ironed bangs and guy-liner look on full display, the word "Emo" was thrown around a lot. And it was hard not to see a lot of that insta-tude as aggro fanboy discomfort with the one-time vampire twink stepping into the dudely thigh-high leather-boots of their favorite masked vigilante tough guy. Nevermind that Pattinson has proven himself a versatile and delightfully unhinged presence in several slightly more obscure projects since, your Good Times and your Lighthouses and your what have yous -- had Pattinson proven himself guy-friendly enough to take over their favorite bat-franchise? Wring your patent-leather gloves, fanboys -- wring 'em but good!

I instinctually recoiled at the brah spectacle of all that, and found myself hoping our twinkly lil' RPattz would give us the goth kid with painted fingernails and the half-mile stare of angsty ennui that bat boy Bruce Wayne has always had coming... so it's with great and terrible dismay that I must report to you today that The Batman's a howler. Halfway to the bad sort of camp that hurts your brain, there's no so-bad-it's-fun Joel Schumacher or Adam West Bat-theatrics (Colin Farrell notwithstanding, and I'll get to him) to save our spirits from the crushing weight of this unwieldy thing that's trying so hard every single second until it suffocates every inch of life from itself. This movie is endless, it's got one bat-foot in the door of being entirely humorless, and it's one of the single most exhausting movie experiences I've had in quite some time. Please change the Bat-channel!

Things start out smart enough, with the film dropping us straight into the middle of Bruce Wayne's career as the Caped Crusader under ye olde cowl -- we hear about his long-passed gazillionaire parents' murder on the news, but we're not forced to sit through any soggy alleyway origin stories for the ten thousandth time; an incredibly decent choice on the filmmaker's part. But unfortunately for all of us the filmmakers didn't stop cutting things there -- I mean, why get to know who Bruce Wayne is at all? Or any of the characters, for that matter? Pattinson must spend a good 90% of this movie in the suit, and remains a cypher either way, inside and out. Apparently The Batman decided that what the people actually want instead is nearly three hours of the most glaringly obvious "detective story" noir nonsense since Kevin Spacey walked into a police station and screamed "I DID IT." (Not this time; the other time.)

Yes I bring up David Fincher's Seven because Matt Reeves has, judging by this movie, apparently spent the last nigh on thirty years doing just that to anyone who will listen -- after watching The Batman I feel as if there might possibly be a long line of triggered therapists and/or exes in his life who shudder at the mere mention of that 1995 serial-killer film. The Batman plays like one long (so so long) riff on it all. See here Jeffrey Wright giving us Morgan Freeman realness as Detective Gordon! See there, Paul Dano giving us the most watered-down PG-13 Jigsaw-tinged Riddler as John Doe nonsense ever put on-screen! Whereas Seven's devious games left marks scratched onto my psyche to this day, the riddles of The Riddler, with their dime-store greeting-card histrionics, are about as frightening as a frown drawn on a detached baby-doll-head. 

Truly cornball stuff rendered limp by not just the studio-imposed rating but, well, literally everything about them. Dano's weaksauce performance doesn't help. The derivative way the Riddler's videos are shot; the clunky obviousness of the plotting. If I had to sit through another scene where we watch Batman walk, and walk, and walk, and walk, and walk out of the shadows inside another dilapidated dank room all so he could molest more criminal evidence that would then point arrows in the most obvious directions to exactly the place you know all of this is going from the first frame, I was gonna toss myself through one of those ten thousand windows covered with newspapers that every single set of this film was designed with. 

And the worst part about it was they did all of this while pretending they had something profound to say about government and police corruption, only to, like Danny Torrance cleaning up his footprints in the snow behind him, obliterate anything interesting about any of that every step of the way. The film doesn't just want to have its cake and eat it too -- it wants Zoe Kravitz (an electric performer reduced to a haircut and a hip swivel amid several reenactments of scenes that Michael Keaton and Michelle Pfeiffer did leagues better in Batman Returns three full decades ago) to pop up every so often, speak the words "white male privilege," and then disappear again until they need somebody to wear a micro-mini and gesture towards off-screen implied bisexuality.

The only person having any fun whatsoever in this dour soul-excavating exercise is Colin Farrell, once again as he did with Daredevil in 2003 strutting through and sparking life where superhero dreams have otherwise gone to die ignominious deaths. It's tempting to say that Farrell must have felt freed under all the latex they slather him in to play Oswald "Oz" Cobblepot née The Penguin, all of which renders him entirely unrecognizable. But Farrell's never been a performer who needed such affectations to do his magical thing before, and instead this performance becomes a testament to his skill despite the pointless obstacles the filmmakers have thrown in his way. There was no need not to hire an actor who wouldn't have needed a scarred-up fat-suit for the role -- I could name you twenty actors who would've relished the opportunity to bite into the only fun role in the whole damn movie. But Farrell, bless him, makes his every moment count nonetheless.

And (let's say some good things) despite the secondhand nature of the movie's look there's still a lot to love within DP Greig Fraser's artful frames; the one action sequence that stands out amid this self-serious slog of a film involves a car-chase with Batman in his Batmobile (now souped-up to give it some serious Mad Max Fury Road energy) and it's a ballet of bonkers red lights and fire and rain-streaked highways that are almost worth the price of admission. But no, that's five minutes dropped down in the middle of one-hundred-and-seventy-six of them. And while the sequence looks great it still manages to feel like an echo of things that we've seen before -- not just the similar chase sequence in Batman Returns (just without any of the delightful goofiness of Danny DeVito's Penguin bouncing around in a kiddie quarter-ride) and not just the Joker's legendary night-time joyride in Nolan's Dark Knight. But also the aforementioned Fury Road itself, and woe be unto the filmmaker that dares to summon up nods towards George Miller -- you will always come up looking small in comparison, and The Batman's certainly not the one to undo those expectations.

The thing is in theory all of Reeves' choices seem like good ideas to me to reintroduce the character in a fresh way -- leaning into the hard-edged detective noir angle of the comics is a good idea! But when your mystery can be unraveled by everybody just looking up one time instead of looking down, well then maybe you should recalculate. Batman's just allowed to blunder through obvious revelation after obvious revelation played to the absolute back of the room -- hell it's played for somebody watching the movie on their phone across the room during a lightning storm. The puzzle pieces add up because they're all exact squares -- every character a boxed-in bore, edgy as a Happy Meal.

Josh Hartnett Two Times

Even though Christopher Nolan had already cast my beloved Florence Pugh, one of my favorite actors, in his next movie Oppenheimer (about the scientist who came up with the grand ol' atom bomb), I had successfully avoided talking about it because, well, because I'm basically done with Nolan at this point. I haven't liked anything since The Dark Knight, and that only somewhat -- I love Memento but that's about where the relationship between me and Chris ends. But he got me today because he went and cast Josh Hartnett in Oppenheimer (news via, thx Mac), and I got no fight on that front -- you put Josh in your movie, I see your movie. Dammit all to fuck -- this is a low-blow, Nolan! Also in the cast so far -- Robert Downey Jr, Benny Safdie, Rami Malek, Emily Blunt, Matt Damon, and Cillian Murphy in the titular role. BOOM! (That's the sound of an atom bomb going off, PS, in case you didn't get it)

Quote of the Day

"I want to work with Andrea Arnold, Lynne Ramsay, and Celine Sciamma, who did Portrait of a Lady on Fire. Those three ladies are at the top of my list. Their films have such strong stories; Celine’s Girlhood has stuck with me since 2014. The performances are so raw that I thought it was real. It let me in so much, and I always find that fascinating, how a director can get actors and actresses to trust them like that."

This quote from Eternals and Green Knight actor Barry Keoghan is actually a year and a half old, from an interview he gave to NME last March when his movie Calm With Horses (a good movie which also starred MNPP fave Cosmo Jarvis and which you should seek out -- here's that trailer) was coming out, but it's making the rounds on Twitter this week thanks to Eternals' release and everybody being like, "Oh right Barry Keoghan kicks ass." But such sentiments must be shared now once they're seen, because... right, Barry kicks ass. If you look at the directors Barry's already worked with at all his twenty-nine years of age -- Yorgos Lanthimos, Christopher Nolan, David Lowery, Chloé Zhao, with Matt Reeves (in The Batman) and Cary Fukunaga (for Masters of the Air, which I posted about here) and Martin McDonagh (for The Banshees of Inisherin) on tap -- it's clear the boy's got taste. But his wanting to work with Arnold especially tickles all of my fancies -- all of 'em! -- because how damn easy is that to picture? They seem like peas in a pod, a perfect match, and I really hope that one happens.

Good Morning, World

James Gunn's Suicide Squad sequel, imaginatively titled The Suicide Squad, premiered in Los Angeles last evening -- look here is a photo of Jai Courtney looking real hot in white with a stache at that event at this link! -- and so here for our morning are these two photos of co-stars Joel Kinnaman & David Dastmalchian (via the latter's Insta) being friendly with one another in a water-based location. Aww, adorable. Dastmalchian is one of those character actors who shows up literally everywhere -- he was in Nolan's Batman movies, he's in this new DC movie, he's in the MCU's Ant-Man films -- he's in Dune for god's sake. He was on the new season of Twin Peaks!  I think he just has to cross Star Wars off still and then he'll have Nerd Bingo. Who does he think he is, Mads Mikkelsen??? Anyway Suicide Squad -- excuse me, The Suicide Squad -- is out everywhere inside of theaters on this Friday -- are you going to go see it? I actually do want to see it (I like Gunn) but I'm nowhere near ready to go see a blockbuster in a crowded opening weekend theater yet, especially with things surging everywhere again! Small movies with barely any crowds? Sure. A packed theater with nobody wearing masks? Not gonna happen any time soon! So we'll be waiting for on demand.

Quote of the Day

"Streaming can produce great content, but not movies of Dune’s scope and scale. Warner Bros. Pictures’ decision means ‘Dune’ won’t have the chance to perform financially in order to be viable and piracy will ultimately triumph. Warner Bros. might just have killed the ‘Dune’ franchise. This one is for the fans. AT&T’s John Stankey said that the streaming horse left the barn. In truth, the horse left the barn for the slaughterhouse.”

-- Somehow I missed this yesterday but in Variety Dune director Denis Villenueve wrote a scathing screed about Warner Brothers' decision to dump their entire 2021 slate, his sci-fi epic included, onto HBO Max next year; if you missed it too the entire thing's right here. This is business-end of the movie-business stuff which I'm never super into talking about, but I suppose "the medium's future" is somewhat important, haha. And Villenueve says things that were less doom-and-gloom than the above quote -- he does a much better job of not coming off like Christopher Nolan, who pushed his terrible movie out into theaters smack-dab in the middle of a pandemic, for instance, by saying he was totally cool with the film being delayed until next fall. And the quote below is one filled with hope, and something I also truly believe:

“Once the pandemic is over, theaters will be filled again with film lovers.

That is my strong belief. Not because the movie industry needs it, but because we humans need cinema, as a collective experience.” pic.twitter.com/s6HZ1vN8rS

— Matt Neglia (@NextBestPicture) December 11, 2020

Robert Pattinson Seven Times

I finally got around to watching Christopher Nolan's film Tenet this past Sunday -- I tweeted a Twitter thread during the experience right here but the short version is it's a terrible dumb and boring movie and yet another massive waste of money perpetuated by one of film's biggest frauds... so no, I did not like it. Anyway Robert Pattinson can be seen standing around in Tenet occasionally, and because there was literally nothing happening on screen worth paying a lot of attention to my boyfriend and I spent some time trying to remember what fashion house it is that Rob's affiliated with -- the answer is Dior, and hey look Dior just released a new shoot of Rob! Something to wash the stink of Tenet out of our collective hair! Be thankful and hit the jump for the photos...

Good Morning, World

This month's issue of L'uomo Vogue is looking good! Not only does it contain that Alexander Skarsgard photo-shoot we've been drooling on all week long, it contains this shoot of Tenet actor and Junior-Denzel John David Washington (via). So I might as well ask -- who's seen Tenet? Anybody actually seen Tenet at this point? I barely remember Tenet being a thing until something like this happens but no, in case that didn't clue you in, I have not seen Tenet. Anyway I dug JDW in BlackkKlansman so I hope he got something to actually do in Tenet besides wear a suit and run.