R.I.P. Michael Gambon

All the headlines mention Dumbledore. and I get it. Fine. But Dumbledore Shmumbledore. Michael Gambon’s stage career was spectacular. He played everything (see him here as King Lear), and when I heard he passed, I thought immediately of a hilarious section in Antony Sher’s excellent book The Year of the King, about Sher’s year of preparation to play Richard III. (I highly recommend the book if you haven’t read it.) There’s a great entry where Sher recounts meeting Michael Gambon in the RSC canteen. Gambon shares some anecdotes about auditioning for Laurence Olivier when Gambon was still a “nobody”, and Gambon’s “big break”. It’s unexpectedly moving. And also hilarious.

Tuesday 21 February

CANTEEN I’m having my lunch when I hear a familiar hoarse shout, ‘Oy Tony!’ I whip round, damaged my neck further, to see Michael Gambon in the lunch queue …

Alan Howard (a previous Richard III at the RSC) is standing in front of him, puzzled as to who is being sent up.
Wonderful seeing Gambon again. He and Howard have been rehearsing a play here. They’ve just heard it’s been cancelled because of the scene-shifters’ strike. Everyone assures us that it will be over by the time we go into studio in four weeks.

Gambon tells me the story of Olivier auditioning him at the Old Vic in 1962. His audition speech was from Richard III. ‘See, Tone, I was thick as two short planks then and I didn’t know he’d had a rather notable success in the part. I was just shitting myself about meeting the Great Man. He sussed how green I was and started farting around.’
As reported by Gambon, their conversation went like this:

Olivier: ‘What are you going to do for me?’
Gambon: ‘Richard the Third.’
Olivier: ‘Is that so. Which part?’
Gambon: ‘Richard the Third.’
Olivier: ‘Yes, but which part?’
Gambon: ‘Richard the Third.’
Olivier: ‘Yes, I understand that, but which part?’
Gambon: ‘Richard the Third.’
Olivier: ‘But which character? Catesby? Ratcliffe? Buckingham’s a good part …’
Gambon: ‘Oh I see, beg your pardon, no, Richard the Third.’
Olivier: ‘What, the King? Richard?’
Gambon: ‘ — the Third, yeah.’
Olivier: “You’ve got a fucking cheek, haven’t you?’
Gambon: ‘Beg your pardon?’
Olivier: ‘Never mind, which part are you going to do?’
Gambon: ‘Richard the Third.’
Olivier: ‘Don’t start that again. Which speech?’
Gambon: ‘Oh I see, beg your pardon, “Was every woman in this humour woo’d.”‘
Olivier: ‘Right. Whenever you’re ready.’
Gambon: ‘ “Was ever woman in this humour woo’d –” ‘
Olivier: ‘Wait. Stop. You’re too close. Go further away. I need to see the whole shape, get the full perspective.’
Gambon: ‘Oh I see, beg your pardon …’ Gambon continues, ‘So I go over to the far end of the room, Tone, thinking that I’ve already made an almighty tit of myself, so how do I save the day? Well I see this pillar and I decide to swing round it and start the speech with a sort of dramatic punch. But as I do this my ring catches on a screw and half my sodding hand gets left behind. I think to myself, “Now I mustn’t let this throw me since he’s already got me down as a bit of an arsehole”, so I plough on … “Was ever woman in this humour woo’d –“‘
Olivier: ‘Wait. Stop. What’s the blood?’
Gambon: ‘Nothing, nothing, just a little gash, I do beg your pardon …’
A nurse had to be called and he suffered the indignity of being given first aid with the greatest actor in the world passing the bandages. At last it was done.
Gambon: ‘Shall I start again?’
Olivier: ‘No. I think I’ve got a fair idea how you’re going to do it. You’d better get along now. We’ll let you know.’

Gambon went back to the engineering factory in Islington where he was working. At four that afternoon he was bent over his lathe, working as best as he could with a heavily bandaged hand, when he was called to the phone. It was the Old Vic.

‘It’s not easy talking on the phone, Tone. One, there’s the noise of the machinery. Two, I have to keep my voice down ’cause I’m cockney at work and posh with theatre people. But they offer me a job, spear-carrying, starting immediately. I go back to my work-bench, heart beating in my chest, pack my tool-case, start to go. The foreman comes up, says, “Oy, where you off to?” “I’ve got bad news,” I say, “I’ve got to go.” He says, “Why are you taking your tool box?” I say, “I can’t tell you, it’s very bad news, might need it.” And I never went back there, Tone. Home on the bus, heart still thumping away. A whole new world ahead. We tend to forget what it felt like in the beginning.’

Please read my friend Dan Callahan’s beautiful tribute over on Ebert.

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On Dustin Guy Defa’s Bad Fever

I’m a big admirer of the filmmaker (and occasional actor) Dustin Guy Defa. Currently, many of his shorts and a couple of his features are streaming on the Criterion Channel. I wrote about his 2011 feature Bad Fever on my Substack.

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Podcast: Watch With Jen: Let’s talk about Elvis!

Well, THIS was a blast. Jen Johans had me onto her excellent podcast again to talk about 5 Elvis movies of my choosing! I picked: King Creole, Flaming Star, Girl Happy, Live a Little Love a Little and The Trouble with Girls. We thought this was good timing, since I just wrote a piece for Criterion on Elvis’ movie career. And I wanted to go off the beaten track in my choices – particularly the two later films, Live a Little Love a Little (which I have written about so many times AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO) and The Trouble with Girls. These films deserve discovery (not even re-discovery because they were never “discovered” in the first place). So it was super fun to talk with Jen about all of this. She’s an excellent host! So if you have some time, give a listen!

 
 
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Review: Barber (2023)

A fairly typical crime drama – but the real subject is the new “woke Ireland” and all the tensions social change brings. And the secrets everyone still keeps. I love Aiden Gillen though – always good to see him. I reviewed for Ebert.

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Review: Sitting in Bars with Cake (2023)

I do not understand the concept of bringing cakes to bars … maybe because I don’t like cake, and if I were out with friends and some random woman came up to our table (although she might not do so, if there were no “boys” with us) offering cake, and insisting on looping us into … whatever it is she was doing … I might be annoyed. So. I don’t like cake and I don’t like to be pressured into eating cake – which I was, at every birthday party I went to as a child. “YOU DON’T LIKE CAKE??” people would say to me, even the mothers of the birthday girl/boy. I am over-thinking. Audrey Shulman wanted a boyfriend and decided to bake cakes and bring them to bars to meet men. I’m Gen-X, lol, so aside from our cliched ironic distance (I don’t remember much “ironic distance” going on in my 90s social scenes, sorry) – we had to socialize pre-internet, we had to just go out there and talk to people, and flirt, and give out our phone numbers, etc. We were forced to if we wanted anything to happen! So … I think we would have side-eyed any woman sashaying into a bar, brandishing a cake, and trying to get male attention that way. Different strokes for different folks. If you want a mate, you do your THING, as long as you don’t hurt anyone else! Shulman started her whole cake thing in 2013, then wrote a book about it and now it’s been made into a movie. There’s more going on in the film than just cake – thankfully – it’s really about the friendship between the two women, and it’s quite moving. The cake part is the weakest link. I reviewed for Ebert.

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#TBT Tomboy scrapper

10/11-year-old me.

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August 2023 Viewing Diary

Oppenheimer (2023; d. Christopher Nolan)
In general, I am not a Nolan fan (the only one of his I liked was Dunkirk), and I went into this hesitantly because I read an interview with him where he said the whole movie was inspired by the line “Oppenheimer’s deadly toy” from Sting’s song “Russians”. There are not enough eyerolls in the world!! I have THOUGHTS about that song – dating back YEARS – it just made me laugh to hear him talk about it like it was this deep thought-provoking thing. But whatever, I’m an asshole, and of course I had to see Oppenheimer! I think Nolan is better when whatever he’s making is grounded in a real story – in history – not coming from his imagination. He’s obligated to a story that has already occurred: this is good for him. Some of the criticisms of the film I’ve seen have been indicative of the problem when you are only able to see something through a single lens. It’s like your actual critical faculties atrophy when you frame everything the same way, and want every story to “comment on” the same things – even if it doesn’t fit with the story. Different pieces of art say different things in different ways. Trying to shoehorn every single story into the same framework is … like the writers in Communist Russia suddenly having to toe the line with Socialist realism, in a literal Publish or Die scenario. Every single story had to be written in the “approved” style, and all of the stories had to show the “correct” historical interpretation. Like … this is what these “critics” sound like to me. Oppenheimer is pretty straightforward. In other words, it’s fine. It ain’t that deep.

Between Two Worlds (2023; d. Emmanuel Carrère)
There’s something rather The Help-ish about this story, although it’s worse, because it’s based on a true story. It means well, but, whatever, so do a lot of things. I reviewed for Ebert.

Birth/rebirth (2023; d. Laura Moss)
I really liked this. I reviewed for Ebert.

King Creole (1958; d. Michael Curtiz)
Elvis has stepped into his own here, holding up the starring role admirably, sensitively, and understanding of the complexities. He takes Nellie to that seedy hotel room! What a scene! He’s captivating, charismatic, but he doesn’t ONLY rely on that. He’s actually giving a real performance here – the two films before this one (Jailhouse Rock and Loving You) were designed expressly to “comment on” or at least try to RESPOND to the phenomenon of his fame. This, though, was a “regular” movie. He had to “show up” in a different way, and he does, particularly in scenes with these really skilled actors, like Walter Matthau, Carolyn Jones, and Dolores Hart. I don’t mean any of this in a condescending way. It’s quite the opposite. You have to know what to look for, when you look at Elvis’ career. You have to recognize and acknowledge its singularity. Not a lot was asked of him. Beyond his draconian contract, that is. Eventually, his movies shied away from complexity, from grown-up stuff. But King Creole is ALL grown-up stuff. He’s dark and soulful and quiet. He doesn’t push. Ever. He’s very good. I love this movie.

Thief (1981; d. Michael Mann)
It’s so damn good. And you know I love my heist movies.

Flaming Star (1960; d. Don Siegel)
Criterion just added this one to their Elvis lineup and I’m so pleased. It’s so good! 2023 standards can’t apply: it was 1960. It’s of its time. That out of the way: the message here is so strong, so bold. South Africa banned the film – not because of violence, but because it portrayed an interracial relationship. The whole film is about racism, and scapegoating someone because they belong to an identity group. The film is clearly on the side of the indigenous people. The white people who are good and open-minded are the exception. The action here – the fighting, the horse riding, everything – is so strong (I mean, look at the director), and it makes me wish Elvis had done more stuff with Siegel. Elvis plays Pacer, the half-white half-Native son, torn between two groups: he’s never been made to feel welcome in the white world, but he loves his father and brother. He also doesn’t feel at home with his tribe: he’s outside. But finally things go too far: he has to fight the whites with his tribe. Elvis is all action here: everything has an objective behind it, an engine running underneath it. He doesn’t talk much. He’s too BUSY. This is different than anything else Elvis was ever asked to do. It really suits him. There’s some wild horse back riding where it’s obvious he’s actually doing it. Very impressive. And powerful uncompromising ending.

Scrapper (2023; d. Charlotte Regan)
I loved this so much! Everyone should see it, lol. It’s a first film too – so we have so much to look forward to from this young filmmaker. I reviewed for Ebert.

The Trouble with Girls (1969; d. Peter Tewksbury)
This is probably one of the most forgotten of Elvis’ mostly forgotten filmography. There’s no reason it should be forgotten. Maybe something like Girls Girls Girls is an acquired taste – you have to get into the spirit of it, you have to play by its rules – but Trouble with Girls isn’t like that. It’s not even really an “Elvis movie”. There are long stretches where he’s not even in it. Unheard of! It’s a big ensemble cast, lots of great character actors – Sheree North, Vincent Price, Dabney Coleman – and everyone has their own story. There’s also a murder-mystery. Elvis strolls through it, in head to toe white, with sideburns to die for, and he’s so present and easy and uncaring. I’m sure by this point he just did not give a fuck anymore: he had one more movie to go in his contract. But this “not giving a fuck” takes any pressure off. The Trouble with Girls takes place in 1929, and Elvis is the center – he even gets to sign gospel! – but he’s not running the show. He still justifies the film’s existence – it’s a movie star role. But another movie star – Burt Reynolds – Robert Redford – Paul Newman – those guys could have played the role too. (Maybe not the gospel part.) Not every actor could just stroll through a cast of hundreds and draw every eye to him. The film is charming, it’s funny, it has some wacky unmotivated camera moves – like, whose POV is the movie from? – and I love the whole thing. There’s no reason this film shouldn’t be more well-known. The title has nothing to do with the film itself.

Bad Fever (2011; d. Dustin Guy Defa)
Caught this on the Criterion Channel, along with the rest of Defa’s work. I fell in love with it. Wow. I’m working on a piece about it. I highly recommend checking it out. It stars Kentucker Audley, an actor (and director) I really admire. I’ve written a lot about him but somehow I never caught this one.

Prince of the City (1981; d. Sidney Lumet)
A re-watch in the wake of Treat Williams’ death. This movie was huge for me as a kid, and one of the ways I discovered films – as a conscious thing, as opposed to a passive receiver of stories. Dog Day Afternoon introduced me to … so much. I was 12, 13 years old when I first saw it. When I was a little older – in college – I rented Prince of the City from my local video store. I still remember this huge VHS tape, it just seemed so substantial, so important! It was so different from Dog Day Afternoon, and the story was so complicated, so layered, and he is SO good in it. But they’re all good. God, this film.

Past Lives (2023; d. Celine Song)
So far, one of my faves of 2023. I became familiar with Greta Lee because of Russian Doll, and Teo Yoo from Decision to Leave. Here they play adults who had been childhood friends, separated for two decades, and then reunited through social media. John Magaro (whom I first “met” in Kelly Reichardt’s First Cow) is also excellent – and kind of heartbreaking in a really quiet subtle way. I’m hungry for films like this. Starving, really. A film about human relationships, about a man and a woman – connecting (or not) – nothing huge “happening”, but everything happens. Our relationships to each other is the real stuff of life, the stuff we all know and care about. I was not just moved by this. I was actually overwhelmed. The final 20, 30 minutes were super intense. I wonder what I would have felt about this film if I had seen it when I was 26, 27. I am sure it would have looked very different. I don’t know. It seems like this is the kind of film you could revisit multiple times through your life and it would seem like a different film each time. The acting is so good. The film is very difficult, in its way. Before Sunset comes to mind as an appropriate comparison, but Past Lives is its own thing. It broke my heart a little bit. I loved it.

Ernest & Celestine: A Trip to Gibberitia (2023; d. Julien Chheng and Jean-Christophe Roger)
Charming, tender, and deep! I reviewed Ernest & Celestine for Ebert.

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R.I.P. Jimmy Buffett

I met Jimmy Buffett in 2017 in the theatre lobby after a performance of Escape to Margaritaville, the Broadway musical centered around Jimmy Buffett songs, then in preview. (The script was written by Greg Garcia and my cousin Mike O’Malley!) The audience was a hilarious bunch, Buffett-heads, they showed up wearing Hawaiian shirts, draped in leis, many brought beach balls. They all had a ribald air. (At one point during the show, beach balls dropped from the ceiling, and over the course of the next song, the audience batted it around by hand. It was magical). During the intermission the audience jostled up belly to the bar, swilling back margaritas. This was not your average Broadway audience.

The show had this hilarious irreverent feel, the audience was encouraged to sing along with the well-known songs, and it was a total blast. I was standing with Mike and a couple other cousins (there are so many O’Malley cousins) in the lobby, and I clocked Jimmy Buffett approaching. He had this happy “wow, check out all these people” swagger, and his smile was instantly recognizable. Mike reached out to grab Jimmy as he walked by. He, too, was wearing beach clothes, grinning ear to ear. There was no standing on ceremony. We all were like, “Oh my God the show was so FUN” and he was gracious and happy, he looked like he was having so much fun. The feeling in that Broadway theatre was of a chaotic hilarious party and he seemed right at home. He had time to talk, even though I’m sure the night was crazy with everyone wanting to talk to him. He hung out and just enjoyed the vibes. Because of COURSE Jimmy Buffett hung out and enjoyed the vibes. What else would you expect?

That same night, in the little celebration held in a green room next to the theatre, I met Frank Marshall. The Other Side of the Wind hadn’t come out yet. In fact, it was barely more than a rumor at that point. No announcements yet, just gossip that it *might* be happening, whispers of the possibility along the lines of “I heard it’ll come next year”. If you knew the legend of this so-called “lost” final movie of Orson Welles then … it all seemed too good to be true. But Frank Marshall’s involvement seemed hopeful: it made it seem legit, like it really was going to happen. I saw Frank Marshall in that little crowded room, people drinking cocktails in plastic cups, and I said to Mike something like “Holy shit that’s Frank Marshall – he’s apparently doing the Orson Welles movie – ” So Mike dragged me over to Frank, saying, “This is my cousin Sheila. Talk to her about the Orson Welles movie right now.” before departing to talk to someone else. Bless Frank Marshall, he didn’t even question the command. He had no idea who I was but if Mike says to talk to this lady about the Orson Welles movie, then dammit he will. I think the only thing I said to him was, “I can’t even believe this Orson thing is happening. Walk me through it.” I didn’t even say “nice to meet you.” So he walked me through it. He was so nice, and so into it, and … so happy that I was so happy. I feel safe in saying that. If you’re working on a project like that, I’m sure it helps to meet some random woman who’s like “WHEN CAN I SEE IT OH MY GOD.” I was the opposite of “cool”. I was practically jumping up and down as he told me what was going on.

So that’s the night I met Jimmy Buffett and Frank Marshall in a span of 30 minutes.

Because sometimes life is weird like that.

I was like, “WHO’S NEXT. IS ORSON HERE? BRING HIM TO ME.”

I know how much Jimmy Buffett meant to people. He has one of the most passionate fan bases in the world. I can still see his riotous happy smile as he sauntered up to us in that Broadway theatre lobby. Soaking it all up.

For fans interested in a less anecdotal type of piece, for a piece written by someone more familiar with Jimmy Buffett’s catalog, a piece written by a true Floridian, let me point you towards my friend Larry Aydlette’s beautiful piece: Key West daze: My favorite Jimmy Buffett song.

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Classic Hollywood + Elvis

It’s so nice to see this “Classic Hollywood” archive page on the Criterion Channel with Elvis’ movies included. His movies aren’t usually discussed as part of “classic Hollywood” even though … they ARE part of “classic Hollywood”, or, at the very least, “old movies”, “classic movies”. As I’ve said, his movies exist in their own category, they exist in their own universe un-connected from anything else since they are centered on the Phenom of Elvis’ singular fame – BUT it makes me happy to see him there surrounded by those other great movies. He deserves to be there!

Here’s the piece I wrote for Criterion on Elvis’ movie career.

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Review: Ernest & Celestine: A Trip to Gibberitia (2023)

I reviewed the sequel to the 2012 Oscar-nominated Ernest & Celestine for Ebert. It is really kid-friendly with very positive messages about friendship and support and sticking up for yourself, but there’s some stuff only adults will perceive: subtly done, the opposite of heavy-handed. Beautiful charming animation too: homey, lived-in.

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