Showing posts with label Alec Baldwin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alec Baldwin. Show all posts

Monday, October 25, 2021

Rust Never Sleeps


 

The tragic accidental shooting on the set of the western film RUST that resulted in the death of cinematographer Haylna Hutchins and wounding direct Joel Souza has the whole entertainment world buzzing at the moment as well as anyone with a social media account and an agenda. I guess that means me.

Alec Baldwin, pulling double duty as star and producer of said western, is the poor sap that pulled the trigger of a prop gun carrying a live round (!) killing the even more unfortunate Ms. Hutchins. What happened on the set that fateful day seems to be the result of gross (here's that word again) systemic problems in the entertainment industry that involve unsafe working conditions.

Had it been anyone else that isn't as volatile a presence, online and off, as Baldwin has been in recent years, the focus would remain on the real issues surrounding this tragedy. As John Belushi used to say, "But, no...!!!!" Baldwin is being attacked by the Right, demanding his head in the same way Kathy Griffin wanted Trump's in retaliation for being a poster boy for the Hollywood Elite. They are absolutely salivating at the thought of taking Al down and out, naturally not giving two shits that someone had to die for them to get their oh so moral victory. Every right wing shill in the land is standing in line at the Alec Baldwin dunk tank, waiting their turn with balls in hands, with the exception of their very own. But it's not as if he hasn't had a target on his back since Day One. In fact, he put it there himself. Ye reap what ye sow especially on Twitter.

And he will have more to answer for as a producer on this ill-fated film of his. So guess what, Republican hacks? He may never bounce back from this. The only working Baldwin will probably be your boy Stephen and won't you be glad? Coming soon: BIO-DOME 2! Someone probably a bit relieved to be out of the news cycle for now: Dave Chappelle. That is, unless Hannah Gadsby's packin' heat. 

This horrible occurrence on a movie set reminded me of a low budget action film I worked on as a second assistant director in the Eighties. During the first production meeting when the crew all introduced themselves, I discovered that the physical special effects would be handled by Pat Patterson, an old pro who worked on BONNIE AN CLYDE, including the iconic death scene of the notorious bank robbers. Why he was attached to this ultra low budget shoot was unknown to me except maybe he just needed the money. Anyway, the director of this opus (his first feature) announced to one and all that a sequence involving the hero and a gang of thugs would be shot at an old house set for demolition. They would be using real shotguns with live ammo to tear the place apart because they could and, gee, wouldn't it look cool? This John Landis wannabe got the shock of his life when Pat Patterson told him in no uncertain terms that there was no way in hell that would ever occur on any film he was involved with and if it did, he would walk right out the door then and there even though he had just arrived. Needless to say, it didn't happen. The scene was reworked in which I played one of the thugs in questions wielding one of the shotguns in question. No live rounds were fired, but like the rest of the weapons on the set, were real.

Later on, I was pulled into another scene at the last second and directed to fire a pistol toward the camera, which I did on the call of "Action". Instantly I was dressed down by the director because this had only been a rehearsal, info I could have used since everyone in the scene was under the same impression. And, since I fired toward camera, it understandably scared the holy shit out of the cinematographer. Quite the coincidence, eh, wot? I was pulled from the scene. 

That movie literally dodged a bullet there. RUST did not. More people need to speak out against this and many other hazards on movie and TV locations. A strike is looming as it is and this issue is going to be front and center as it should. Hollywood should quit patting itself on the back for its wonderful progressive advances that serve to make itself look good while standing on the backs of those working stiffs who keep the ball of wax from melting on a daily basis. Many issues are important, yes, but when lives are involved, every precaution should be taken and those responsible for the gross negligence of the sort that befell Halyna Hutchins should be held accountable to the full extent of the law.

Once Alec Baldwin recovers from the shock of it all, hopefully he will become the advocate for change he should been all along instead of the preening popinjay he became. Too bad change has to come at such a high price.


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

An Emmy of the People

A few thoughts on this year's Emmy broadcast.

Was it too political? Of course it was. What would you expect? This is the environment we live in these days. The pontificating that occurred during the Emmys made the other award shows pale in comparison because, as it stands now, TV rules the roost and Hollywood loves a winner...unless that winner won last year's election. Besides, when you have an agenda, you're going to take every opportunity that arises to perpetuate your deep rooted passionate point of view and how are you going to pass up speaking to the entire world? Well, the entire world that wasn't watching something else on Sunday night. Stephen Colbert's one shot (I imagine) as Emmy host was more hit than miss. Some of his material could have been sharper. Could be the topical material became what my mom used to call "tiresome'.

The winners all deserved their gold statues, I was sorry to see the sweeps of certain shows over others because I would have liked to seen it more spread out. I also dislike repeat winners since multiplicity breeds contempt in my book. But I don't begrudge any of those taking home their trophies with the exception of...

Alec Baldwin. I actually rooted against him taking the gold for his work on SNL this last year. It all boils down to what I consider to be a lousy impression. His Donald Trump is the worst kind of caricature, the kind everyone thinks they can do and usually, quite poorly. Now Baldwin is quite a good actor and has been exceptional on SNL several times in the past. But this time his politics have gotten in the way of his performance. His Trump doesn't come from a place of comedy. It comes from total hatred and it shows. Worse yet, it hurts. His ideology gives him no objectivity and muddies the waters, turning him into a mocking buffoon straight out of an Oliver Stone movie. (Anthony Atamanuik does a better Trump on his Comedy Central show.) Besides, I don't like how Baldwin's appearances on the show have taken away from more deserving cast members, actors that have to fight, beg and scrape for air time unless one of Lorne Michaels' pals wants steal the spotlight away from them.

On a more pleasant note, my girl Ann Dowd won a Best Supporting Actress for her role in The Handmaid's Tale, which I haven't seen, but I am crazy in love with this talented actress. She is part of a growing number of actresses, shall we say, of a certain age who are absolutely crushing it out there. Her fellow nominee, Jackie (Mamacita) Hoffman, not to mention Jessica Lange and Susan Sarandon from this year's Feud are perfect evidence of this. Starting with Kathy Bates in absolutely everything (even Nelflix's Disjointed boondoggle) and carried on with Margo Martindale's recent successes not to mention Jean Smart, these women need to be celebrated more than they are already. Nicole Kidman can get up on stage and complain that there are no roles for older women, but the heavy lifting is being done by these fine actresses. Most of their fine work can be seen on television and that, dear people is what should be not only celebrated, but yelled from every rooftop in goddamn Hollywood.

The Emmys have the same problems as most shows of this ilk-insipid banter, nonsensical pre-recorded pieces that mostly tank and, of course, the over bearing length. But just like the Grammys, only the "major" awards make the big show, only about 15%. To hand out everything would take the same time as a Ken Burns documentary. But it's still too freaking long. Maybe if, when a series wins, the entire cast and crew aren't herded onto the stage, that is unless they use are some border collies to hustle their asses along.. Move your asses, people! As far as I'm concerned, we don't need to see the whole mishpucka.

So ends the Emmys. Enjoy your rest, folks. Awards season starts at the end of the year and everything old will be new again. Or not.