Welcome to the All Rant Edition of Drinks With Broads.
Do We Have a Trailer Problem? A Sexy Santa Problem? And we ALWAYS have Vogue problems.
A week or two ago, I started seeing ads for A Complete Unknown, the Bob Dylan movie starring Timothee Chalamet. It looked… very trite, and like an embarrassing pastiche of all the other movie biopics that Weird parodied so well. “Who WROTE this?” Pause, smug pointing. “HE did.” Or, “They should just let me be.” “Be what?” “Whatever it is they don’t want me to be.” And the wigs! And, “Well, I like your songs.” My entire body groaned.
But then the reviews started coming in, and they’re pretty warm, at least about the acting if not about the film’s scorching insights. It also got nominated for some Golden Globes, and while no one is of the opinion that the former HFPA is anything other than an orgy of starfuckers, I do think lazy voters loudly complain about how pointless the Globes are and then secretly use those nominations as a cheat sheet for winnowing down their own SAGs and Oscars research. So this thing might have legs. And yet, in the trailer, I couldn’t take any of it seriously. …