This is without a doubt the best segment of Coffee and Cigarettes.
With Bill Rice and Taylor Mead, written and directed by Jim Jarmusch.
Hey wait is that Dan Moynihan in about fifty years!
The Mad Canadian
Directed by Robert Fortier - 1976
A tense, tight close-up of stunt man Ken Carter’s role on the stock-car racing track. Risking life and limb to rocket a car from a ramp over a parked line of cars takes more than the will to make a living. What else is involved is shown by the film as the camera looks and listens while the stunt man readies for his act and then makes his wild ride.
Also worth watching is Carter’s famous film Devil at Your Heels, shown here years ago I think by the D-Gen/Late Show crew. Watch the whole thing or skip to 1:30 for the main event. It’s brilliant. Carter eventually chickens out and they get a guy named Kenny Powers to jump in the drivers seat.
The Rise And Rise Of Michael Rimmer
Directed by Kevin Billington, 1970
In this bizarre satire Peter Cook stars as an enigmatic efficiency expert who works his way up the political ladder to become prime minister. Apparently his performance is based on the film’s executive producer, David Frost.
'I think i was right to take a firm line on China' Ha!
Billington lends the film an almost Kubrickian sense of ironic detachment. The film dares us to call its bluff, emperor’s-new-clothes-style, to concede that there’s nothing of substance beneath the too-cool-for-school swinging-’60s cynicism, hip score, icily impressive production design, alternately broad and deadpan performances, and sly satirical digs at the sum of British society. Yet in the eminently capable hands of Cook, Chapman, Cleese, and Billington, The Rise And Rise Of Michael Rimmer gets far on attitude and cleverness alone. In spite of the talent involved, the film stands as no lost masterpiece, but rather as a sly minor satire that indelibly captures something about the sneering, smartass spirit of the glorious cultural era that created it.
Steve McQueen fake clapping for John Ridley’s Oscar.
He could have been fake clapping for the whole show, it was so boring.
At least Seth MacFarlane had a decent crack last year.
Read Richard Brody on the The Sad Corporate-Pizza Oscars.
The nadir was the pizza; the synthetic spontaneity of the non-event brought to mind Andy Kaufman, whose genius I miss all the time and whose ability to mesh the nostalgic bathos of a pizza party with the edge of chaos would have made him a formidable, historic Oscar host. And to top off the pizza’s unfunniness came DeGeneres’s passing of the hat to pay for it, about which Emily Gould aptly tweeted, “amounts of money that are consequential to most people mean nothing to us, they are literally a joke! ha ha ha.”
It should have been hosted by Guillermo
Oh and if you watch this loop too many times it messes with your brain.
Check John Travolta butchering Idina Menzel’s name
(but I love how he says ‘wickedly’)