RIP Studs Terkel and William Wharton

Distinguished men of letters both. Terkel's Working , and Wharton's Birdy, are favorites of mine.

Trick or treat

Here it is, the 30th anniversary of John Carpenter's Halloween...and it's already come and gone on TV, aired at the piddling hour of 9:30am on commercial-strewn AMC. So not right. At Popdose today, I suggest other viewing options, including the excellent Let the Right One In and Splinter, which are now in theaters. I figure after we take our little ghoul (to the left) to the BAM Boo! celebration at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, we'll tune into one of the Fox Movie Channel's telecasts of Brian De Palma's terrific Phantom of the Paradise (1974), which is probably as much horror as Lora can stand. But if I were going out, I might take in the evergreen Rosemary's Baby at Film Forum, Werner Herzog's fine remake of Nosferatu, the Vampire at the IFC Theater...and be sure to be at Anthology Film Archives at midnight, where the irrepressible Ken Russell will host a screening of his mad 1971 masterpiece, The Devils, a movie still too hot for Warner Bros. to handle on DVD. (Pictured at right is our own Lion King, my nephew Kyle, the other bundle of joy to arrive in our family this year.)

"Roger's little rule book"

Funny, and advice worth taking. (It's clearly aimed at starstruck Ben Lyons, who has taken over At the Movies and is quoted without attribution throughout, not that I've watched that show in years.) On the other hand, Ebert's own overly effusive praise has cost him as a critic; you rarely see less than a three-star review in his column, that is, if he stuck it out all the way through. The prohibition on trailers is weird: Though I agree that recommending a movie based on its trailer is ridiculous, I'd say they themselves are often boringly put together, but harmless, and a heckuva better than commercials. I wish more of my brethren observed the no-autographs-and-pictures guidelines; it's enormously embarrassing when a so-called "professional" whips out the cellphone camera and blank piece of paper after a roundtable, a ritual that can be humbling enough without the added fawning (worse, some of the mementos, like signed hats and T-shirts, are known to wind up on eBay). In all I'm satisfied that I've met the mending Ebert's standards--then again no one's tested me with a suite in the Bahamas, and in the present chilly climate for working critics and the world economy no one is likely to, either.

Is there a Doctor in the house?

David Tennant is leaving Doctor Who. A couple of seasons ago I would have said goodbye, good riddance; he bugged us in the part, and he never really had the same vital chemistry with Billie Piper that Christopher Eccleston (our kind of Doctor) enjoyed, even if he did do a good job refereeing the clash of Daleks and Cybermen that ended the second season. But his loosely hinged interpretation grew on us, and he was much better paired with Freema Agyeman and especially Catherine Tate, a kindred spirit. The most excellent episode "Blink" (perfect for Halloween) aired on his watch, and gradually he made the part his own; watching him take leave of it over the four special episodes scheduled for 2009 should be compelling (we hope the Sci-Fi Channel will import them sooner than later). Speculation has begun over who will play the Eleventh Doctor, bearing the trusty sonic screwdriver, as regime change hits in 2010: David Morrissey would fit the Eccleston mode, and John Simm (terrific mimicking Tennant as the Master in the third season) is a strong candidate. (I'm having a harder time seeing James Nesbitt or Rufus Sewell, good actors though they are). Why not Tate, whose character is already part Time Lord? Doctor Who is British, but the 45-year-old role could use some American-style Clintonizing, or Obamaization.

RIP Gerard Damiano

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Dear God

Mohammad, Messenger of God, the film that sparked the Hanafi Muslim Siege in 1977, is being remade. As if it didn't cause enough trouble the first time around. (Its well-intentioned producer-director, Halloween producer Moustapha Akkad, was killed in an Al-Qaeda bombing in 2005.) I'm really not sure the "first film's core messages" really need "renewing" in a much more squeamish time for Islam, when such messages are easily misconstrued or subverted. I'm no chicken when it comes to attending movies with controversial religious themes--I attended a screening of Godard's Hail Mary (1985) three hours after the theater had been cleared for a bomb threat, and braved throngs of protesters to see The Last Temptation of Christ (1988) on opening night in Chicago--but if history is any guide this is one message I'll receive at home, thanks.

RIP Andrew Johnston

I didn't know the Time Out New York/Us Weekly film and television critic, but sparked to his writing, particularly on Mad Men, which wrapped up its second season on Sunday night. Though there is no compensation in losing anyone at age 40 to cancer, I was pleased to learn that he had seen the final episodes, and that he fought valiantly against his illness.

Two Boots ankling indie scene

Sorry to hear that Two Boots Pioneer Theater is on the verge of shutting down. While not as venerable as Mondo KIm's video store, it had a similar mission on the New York independent scene, and will be missed.

Richard Pilbrow wins Wally Russell Award

The LDI trade show, in full swing this weekend in Las Vegas, is highlighted by today's presentation of the Wally Russell Award to the venerable lighting designer Richard Pilbrow, currently on Broadway with A Tale of Two Cities (pictured). As a former editor of Lighting Dimensions magazine (which has been made over into Live Design), I attended LDI from 1994-2000, and can't imagine a more fitting choice for this prestigious honor than the wise and witty Pilbrow. My feature on the musical's design will appear in the November issue of Live Design.

RIP John Madden

Madden, a longtime Variety staffmember, was a former president of the Drama Desk (1982-1985). He died Sept. 10, at age 76.

Back from the crypt

Tonight, the CW cedes its regular, ho-hum prime time programming and morphs back into WPIX Channel 11, for a return engagement of Chiller Theatre, beloved for its vintage horror movie programming by boys and ghouls of a certain age (including me) in the 70's and 80's (DVD Drive-In has the vital stats archived.) Welll before that, in the 60s, when my parents were regular viewers, the program was hosted by Zacherley an eminence among horror movie hosts--and he's back, too, 90 years young. What should be a tremendously nostalgic night for generations of monster-movie-lovin' New Yorkers kicks off at 8pm, with a screening of the terrific Tarantula (1955)...and, of course, the eruption of the creepy six-fingered hand to start the show. It'll be like Saturday night sleepovers at my grandparents' house all over again.

Accept no substitutes

"The Beekman Theatre is back!" enthused a press announcement I received last night. Well, not so fast: The name is back, affixed to the freshly renovated New York Twin on Manhattan's Upper East Side, which reopens Friday after a hiatus. The real Beekman, the one-and-only Beekman, with its exquisite marquee, closed in 2005 and is now a Memorial Sloan-Kettering breast cancer research center.

Here's the skinny:

"After a long absence, the Beekman Theatre, located at 1271 Second Avenue between East 66th and East 67th Street, is reopening on Friday, October 24. The cinema has two screens, each with 435 seats. Programming will be a mix of art and commercial films.

Starting October 24, the theatre will be playing What Just Happened?, directed by Barry Levinson and starring Robert De Niro, Robin Wright Penn, Sean Penn, Bruce Willis and Stanley Tucci. Also playing will be Tell No One, featuring Kristin Scott Thomas, and Elegy, with Ben Kingsley and Penelope Cruz.

Kevin Smith's R-rated comedy, Zack and Miri Make a Porno, opens on October 31. It stars Seth Rogen and Elizabeth Banks and was a recent hit at the Toronto Film Festival.

A Christmas Tale, which was an official selection at the Cannes, Toronto and New York film festivals, opens on November 21. It stars Catherine Deneuve and Mathieu Amalric.

The theatre took its name from the famed East Side cinema that closed a few years ago, one block to the south of the present location. It is being programmed and managed by Jeffrey Jacobs, president of Jacobs Entertainment Inc., the same company that manages and programs the Paris Theatre at 4 West 58th Street."

Talk about burying the lead: The real news is that Jacobs, who surely has better taste than the former, indifferent corporate owners, is running the show. After all, the Twin had already been renamed for the Beekman in its prior incarnation, which shuttered last July. Botton line: If it doesn't have that marquee, and it isn't a roomy standalone venue, it ain't really the Beekman.

The shape of PR to come

I imagine I'll be getting more releases like this in the future. Maybe one day the weekly boxoffice grosses charts will stand alongside weekly YouTube pageview charts in Monday's papers, if newspapers are still being printed then.

"Acclaimed filmmaker Wayne Wang's new film The Princess of Nebraska made its world premiere on YouTube on Saturday, October 18, 2008 at 12:00am EST. With more than 165,000 views in its first two days, the online launch represents the most successful studio film premiere in YouTube's history. In relation to a theatrical release, the film would have placed around 15th on the box office charts. The free release was launched on YouTube's Screening Room, a new channel dedicated to premium film content: http://www.youtube.com/ytscreeningroom.

Magnolia Pictures' Ray Price said, “It’s astounding that over a two day period The Princess of Nebraska became the most widely viewed independent film in the country.”

The Princess of Nebraska is adapted from a collection of short stories by Granta prize-winning author Yiyun Li. It marks the eighth of Wang’s Asian-themed films that explore the bonds of family and Chinese identity in the modern world, making up one of the largest bodies of introspective work in independent film over the last 25 years.

In The Princess of Nebraska, Sasha (Ling Li) is a foreign exchange student who finds herself pregnant. She’s the new generation of China, unmoored to traditions and history. As she says, “In America I learned a new phrase, ‘moving on.’ Tomorrow I can start a new page.” She travels from Nebraska to San Francisco to get an abortion, but in her exploration of the city in the next 24 hours she learns that turning a new page doesn’t necessarily mean turning your back on the past.

Please use the link below to view the trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJISq4MyfKg"

UPDATE: And so I watched. Not bad, but it's a movie with YouTube-sized only aspirations.

RIP Rudy Ray Moore

My all-honky movie group once screened the hustlin' multi-hyphenate's Dolemite (1975), with his inimitable brand of very slo-mo kung fu. I'm not sure we knew what hit us. But Moore's stand-up comedy albums were hugely popular beyond the blaxploitation era of the movie, and if you didn't like it, well, to quote the pimpin' Dolemite, "you no-business, born insecure, jock-jawed motha fuckas" could just shove it.

Plays: Horse sense

Revival fever continues on Broadway with Daniel Radcliffe, naked emotionally (and otherwise), in Equus. Plus: To Be or Not To Be: Not to be. And: The captivating Frank Langella in A Man for All Seasons.

Along the campaign trail

A lot of the web-based humor about the presidential election floating into my inbox is silly and sophomoric, but there are exceptions. "Fun with McCain" takes a still image (pictured) from the last debate, one that no one would have paid much attention to in the pre-digital era, and uses it as a satirical springboard, pitched as low as it can go, with some more inspired contributions. It was nice to see the respectable, self-deprecating McCain resurface on David Letterman last Thursday, at least for two or three minutes, but he's been asking for this. "Palin as President" is an inventive collage, updated daily with new point-and-click surprises. It's better than her good-natured but lackluster Saturday Night Live appearances last night. In the interest of fairness and balance, I'd post Obama-Biden funnies, too, but the right is behind the curve on this sort of stuff, which is suitable for bookmarking as campaign souvenirs.

Casualty of war

On Cinemax tonight, the first casualty of war will be ratings, as the channel foolhardily schedules not one but two of last fall's Iraq/war on terror flops, The Kingdom and In the Valley of Elah as they migrate to cable. A deadlier double feature is hard to imagine. Turn to sister channel MMax, and there's no end in sight: The utterly predictable Rendition airs in prime time. Test patterns will grab more viewers. Shock and awe return to the lineup afterwards, as Max goes back to its roots with Zane's Sex Chronicles ("Dirty Laundry") and The Girl with the Sex-Ray Eyes. Pictured is Rendition star Reese Witherspoon, frantically arranging pay-per-view options for the long siege ahead.

RIP Levi Stubbs

One of the Four Tops, the singer was more than just a garden-variety plant as the voice of Audrey II in the film version of Little Shop of Horrors (1986). He was a mean green mother from outer space, and bad.

Popdose: Decider-in-chief

Oliver Stone shows that the presidency has gone to the dogs, as W. opens today. See Popdose for my review.

39 Steps lively

The 39 Steps, which opened at the Roundabout's American Airlines, and is now at the Cort, will relocate to the Helen Hayes come January. I enjoy when Broadway shows roam all over town, which was commonplace in a bygone era but happens infrequently today. (I think the last was Chicago, but its multiple transfers have occurred over 12 years; The 39 Steps opened in January.) By all means go see it, but check first if it's on the move.