The Last Mogul, the story of MGM’s Lew Wasserman, or He Who Never Wrote Anything Down, opens today, and though the previews for this movie are absolutely horrendous (boring talking heads, worse music), we’re inclined to say that we won’t mind if it’s a bit dry. Toast is a bit dry, and we eat it on a regular basis. But movie mogul machinations are something that we don’t get to eat for breakfast every day.
– Best of Youth, a 400-minute movie, and the cinematic equivalent of the slow food movement, is back for another run at the Al Green Theatre in the Miles Nadal JCC. Spend your whole weekend in a nice, cool theatre. Part one screens on Saturday and Sunday, and part two on Monday.
– Dundas Square, we love to slag you, but you just might be on to something. Cabaret on a Tuesday night, surrounded by ugly billboards, and aggressive buskers. How grotesque and appealing it sounds! Or maybe we’re just pining for more Liza, after another stunning season on the show that arrests our development.
– And finally: The thing about cultishly cool independent movies is that they always come with an ironic t shirt. The t shirt becomes so ubiquitous you can’t stand looking at it anymore, and then you grow to hate the movie. So go see this one before our world becomes awash in poop tees.