Sunday, July 20, 2025

Summer Kisses, Winter Tears: Ornella Muti's American Sojourn

The Impetus


On July 11, 2025, Academy Award-winning filmmaker Sean Baker announced his participation in an upcoming BluRay box set of films starring one of his favorite performers, the regal Ornella Muti. He was quoted in very excited prose about his pleasure to be interviewing her about the four selected films, and other related topics.

Though never quite achieving the same name recognition in America other legendary daughters of Italy as Sophia Loren or Isabella Rossellini have won, regardless of the genres you favor in your movie love, you have seen her versatility in the company of several iconic stars: tackling the climates of Bukowski with Ben Gazzara in TALES OF ORDINARY MADNESS and Proust with Jeremy Irons in SWANN IN LOVE, confronting Gerard Depardieu’s toxic masculinity in THE LAST WOMAN, slow-burning (or stifling laughter) against the broad comedy of John Candy in ONCE UPON A CRIME, and, yes, tempting the Saviour of the Universe in FLASH GORDON.



The four films chosen for the set all represent Muti in her ascent, before 1980 and “that multi-million dollar work of art playing across town,” as the makers of FLESH GORDON liked to say in their advertising. Three of the films have previously had a limited availability in America. Her film debut, Damiano Damiani’s THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WIFE, did not get a US theatrical release, but was issued on a domestic DVD by the defunct NoShame label in 2006 (with booklet notes by Richard Harland Smith), and a domestic BluRay by the defunct Twilight Time label in 2016 (with booklet notes by Julie Kirgo). Dino Risi’s FIRST LOVE (aka LAST LOVE), also did not reach US theatres, but did get a substantial run in French-speaking Canada. By virtue of their longstanding relationship with Mars Film Produzione, Paramount opened Tonino Cervi’s NEST OF VIPERS in New York, but while wire services promoted it to readers in other cities, the studio never expanded their release beyond there, nor gave it a video release.

The fourth, however, had a surprisingly long and sustained presence on these shores, albeit long after its original production and release. It also arrived in substantially different condition than the rest of the world saw it in. And by plain dumb luck, its presence cast an inadvertent shadow on its otherwise luminous star’s push into Hollywood.

The Disclaimer



I have been a longtime fan and consumer of Sean Baker’s work since his 2015 breakout TANGERINE. I have also considered myself lucky that in the course of social media and my own smaller scale adventures in the screen trade, Sean Baker has been paying attention to my work and enjoys what I do. I will not succumb to hubris and claim him as a friend; after all, I’ve never sat down to dinner with him. But we exchange pleasantries in public, and he is a huge booster of my decade-long passion project, the Grindhouse Releasing BluRay of Christina Hornisher’s long lost HOLLYWOOD 90028.

To use Garrett Morris parlance, Sean Baker been berry berry good to me.

Also, as will be revealed later, I have another personal iron in this fiery story, which will explain why I am so pleased for this opportunity he has taken on, and a teensy bit jealous to boot.


The Precedent



Damiano Damiani’s 1970 film THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WIFE was a sensation in Italy for several reasons. Its story came from the real-life actions of Franca Viola, a Sicilian teenager who, after being kidnapped and sexually assaulted by a former boyfriend with organized crime connections, refused his family’s offer of a “rehabilitation marriage” and instead pressed charges, which despite threats and smear campaigns, successfully resulted in a guilty verdict and imprisonment. (For context: in Italy, divorce was not legalized until 1970, birth control not legalized until 1971, and rape was not reclassified to a crime against a person rather than “public morality” until 1996!) It was the debut performance for Ornella Muti, who was 14 at the time of production, with only some modeling experience in her background; the performance won her a Grollo d’oro Award for Best Debut Actress. It was also the debut performance for her co-star, Alessio Orano, who portrayed her would-be lover and antagonist.


This would not be the last time the two actors worked together. Or that Orano would embody both characteristics.


The Document


Writer/director Giorgio Stegani Casorati (most often credited without his surname), who, like many Italian filmmakers, previously turned out a standard array of espionage and western potboilers through the ‘60s, and before that had scripted MILL OF THE STONE WOMEN for Giorgio Ferroni, switched genres again for his 1971 production, IL SOLE NELLA PELLE, colloquially translated as SUN ON THE SKIN (though the intended translation had been SUN IN YOUR SKIN). Since the 1968 Franco Zefferelli film adaptation of ROMEO & JULIET with Olivia Hussey was still a popular revival title worldwide, and LOVE STORY was setting records in 1970, tragic romances set among beautiful youths with an economic divide between them was a good hook. And a chance to send an open rebuke to the sensationalist tendencies of both the State and the Fourth Estate, who in later years would become world-notorious for excessive behaviors, even better.



SUN ON THE SKIN uses an outwardly incongruent framing device of police investigators and reporters gathering interviews and gossiping among themselves to tell its real story of a doomed romantic interlude between Lisa, the 15 year-old daughter of a car magnate, and Robert, a 19 year old itinerant musician. The two meet when Lisa’s affluent friends crash a campsite nicknamed “Polynesia” where Robert and several unclothed friends hang out. Smitten, she attempts to introduce Robert to her otherwise laissez-faire parents, but her father, brewing prejudice about the counterculture and his inability to see her as anything but a child, forbids her to continue seeing him. Robert himself says he intends to move on to another city anyway, but Lisa coaxes him to spend another day with her. After taking a sailboat from one of her family’s vacation homes, the vessel wrecks on a shoal and the two end up on a deserted island. As they share intimate thoughts and gestures with each other, oblivious to the outside world, her father calls in favors with several government authorities to find them, in a nightmarish interpretation of MOONRISE KINGDOM. When a pair of hunters who come to the island for game find the boat wreckage and spot them in lovemaking, upon returning to the city, they misreport the tone of their behavior, suggesting a scenario, well, not unlike that in their earlier pairing from WIFE, which in turn creates further confirmation bias with all the wrong people. As Jonathan Swift wrote, “[If] a Lie be believ’d only for an Hour, it has done its Work,” and when the adult world finally finds Lisa and Robert, it’ll take less time than that yield its consequence.


Considering the onscreen emnity their respective roles required in WIFE, Italian moviegoers may have been surprised that Orano and Muti would appear together again as comparably gentle lovers. According to co-star Stella Carnacina, she and Muti were both courted to play Lisa, and Muti’s blue eyes were the clincher, so perhaps it could just as easily had been Carnacina on that island. But seeing as Stegani wrote his character to have blue eyes, perhaps also he already had plans for a reunion for the couple. And seeing that they had already effectively explored the worst case scenario a man and woman could experience in their previous film, the actors understood the chemistry that fueled their hatred in one movie could be steered in the other direction. Orano in particular strikes a curious balance between mellow and menace as the hunky hippie drifter Robert; he knows the danger he could pose to Lisa, and frequently tries to warn her away from fixating on him. Even when they’re alone in their ersatz paradise, he never brings overt or passive-aggressive pressure to her to give herself to him: she makes the choice to expose herself completely. (Or at least, as the Italian credits make clear, the then-16-year-old Muti’s adult body double exposes herself.) And in the climax, when both reporters in a helicopter and police with guns send him running for his life, it does play out like hunters gleefully pursuing a beast, albeit a model-handsome, shirtless beast. In this spirit, in Germany, while the film had been released as A SUMMER OF TENDERNESS, some home video releases retitled it HUNTED TO DEATH.



As with several Italian films from the mid-’60s onward, there was an eye for getting SUN seen in other territories. A full English dub track was prepared, complete with the requisite voices of Peter Fernandez and Frank Wolff. Score composer Gianni Marchetti, whose dozens of alternate credit names in his prolific career include “Johnny Bravo,” enlisted expatriate Scottish band Middle of the Road, famous for their #1 UK hit “Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep,” to write and sing original songs in English for the soundtrack, which was released in almost all territories. The export version of SUN opened in Hammersmith, London, on a double feature with COUNTDOWN TO VENGEANCE starring Serge Reggiani and Jeanne Moreau, in June of 1972. However, the movie did not make it to America.

Not until several years, and several changes, later.



The Lure





By 1979. movies featuring Ornella Muti in their casts were making their way to American theatres: DIRTY PICTURES, ITALIAN GRAFFITI, COME HOME AND MEET MY WIFE, LEONOR, VIVA ITALIA!, and the aforementioned NEST OF VIPERS, all received substantial, if not nationwide, releases. Plus some outings as LA CASA DE LAS PALOMAS, EXPERIENCIA PREMATRIMONIAL, and UNA CHICA Y UN SENOR, while not given regular runs, did pop up in Spanish-language theatres in the South. However, while her visage was often featured on poster art, and her name mentioned in critics quotes, as the entertainment press terminology would say, she was not yet in a position to “open” a picture here. 

Meanwhile, much as Muti had found stardom in a controversial film whilst essentially still being enrolled in middle school, America had produced their own similar precocious prodigy: Ford model-turned-actress Brooke Shields, who garnered both critical praise and lots of outraged letters-to-the-editor for playing a child prostitute in Louis Malle’s 1978 film PRETTY BABY. While her immediate follow-up projects – JUST YOU AND ME KID, WANDA NEVADA, and TILT – were not box office hits, she still commanded a fan base and stayed constantly in the press through her modeling, including an infamous campaign for Calvin Klein jeans, and there was high anticipation for her leading role in Randal Kleiser’s adaptation of the 1908 coming-of-age-in-isolation novel THE BLUE LAGOON, scheduled for release in June 1980. A movie where she and Christopher Atkins would spend lots of time on a desert island, minimally clothed.



No published source has yet been located to confirm what precisely motivated Lew Ginsburg to ultimately acquire the US rights to SUN ON THE SKIN for his Transvue Pictures Corporation in 1979. The small outfit, operating since 1968, did not have many releases, but covered all bases with their picks: spaghetti westerns (THE DIRTY OUTLAWS), Vietnam trauma (HOA BINH), biker action (THE PEACE KILLERS), stoner freakout (THE PREMONITION), family-friendly adventure (WHO SAYS I CAN’T RIDE A RAINBOW)...their best known releases being RAINBOW BRIDGE, featuring a seminal Jimi Hendrix performance, and DISCO GODFATHER with Rudy Ray Moore. And seeing as Ginsburg had been both a studio acquisition executive and cinema booker before founding Transvue, he likely kept an eye on pending events. Thus he would have been aware that Brooke Shields would (allegedly) be naked again in THE BLUE LAGOON in summer 1980, and that Muti was about to deliver her first completely English-language performance in Dino DeLaurentiis’ highly promoted production of FLASH GORDON, opening at Christmas the same year. 

So when he came across another photogenic teens on a desert island movie that could beat the big studio movie to theatres, starring an equally radiant model-turned-actress about to get a full court media press, logic suggests why not get the jump on both of them?



What came forward from Transvue, however, under the new title SUMMER AFFAIR, was a significantly altered experience. The opening credits, where Robert is day napping in a city square and Lisa walks past him, were dropped. Almost all the investigators and interviews framing device was cut out, aside from a few scenes necessary to explain crucial plot developments. While some flourishes, such as a recurring motif of Lisa’s father at crucial interactions literally seeing her in her younger years before seeing her in the present day, were retained, the overall sociopolitical lens hovering on the story was dropped to focus almost entirely on the rise and crash of the teens’ idyll. The instrumental cues of Gianni Marchetti and most of the Middle of the Road tracks stayed in place, but several scenes had their music replaced with multiple incarnations of a newly-recorded song, “Don’t Wake Me Up Tonight,” produced by longtime recording engineer Robert de la Garza, written by guitarist Bucky Barrett & songwriter Bobbi Cole Meyer, and sung by Deborah Mosely, a former Miss Georgia who, according to the hype on the American soundtrack album, was the “winner of Transvue Pictures’ National Talent Search Contest.”



Most distinctly, and jarringly to anyone who did see it in its original European cut, an entirely new 10 minute opening, with Anglicized talent credits (Alessio Orano was now “Les Rannow,” Luigi Pistilli now “Louis Pistilli”), was attached, featuring American actors completely unconnected to the film! Holly Gagnier, later to play Sarah Jessica Parker’s nemesis in GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN, and Gregory Labaqui portray Susie and Tony, carefree friends in San Francisco who, after a pas de deux in Union Plaza during the credits, meet up in a discotheque to watch some impressive (if thematically out of place) breakdancing by L.A.-based group The Stylistic Dancers, and provide an exposition dump to somehow connect them to the actual protagonists, before a rotating wipe (the kind notorious to edited reruns of ‘70s sitcoms) finally takes us to the real movie and the “Polynesia” hippie encounter. UCLA Film & Television School alumna and PENTITENTIARY producer Alicia J. Dhanifu (pictured above) would write, direct, and choreograph this retconning footage. For having such a thankless task, she delivers above and beyond the call, even if what she has presented is tonally misleading.



SUMMER AFFAIR got its first US playdate in Santa Fe, New Mexico, on November 30, 1979, and slowly trickled through Southern theatres and drive-ins for a full year onward. Ad copy promised “A touching poignant look at love,” and “What you dreamed of but never dared to do,” and cautioned, “THIS PICTURE MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO THOSE PERSONS SENSITIVE TO TOTAL NUDITY!” As was typical of dubbed foreign pickups released by small distributors, almost no press reviews were filed in the markets where it opened, and where there were, such as Jeff Millar of the Houston Chronicle, they were dismissive: Millar’s review literally ended with, “The film is preposterous, and with newsprint over $400 a ton, I’ll not waste another ounce on it.” Transvue nonetheless treated the film as a perennial: it was still receiving first-run engagements as late as September 1983. And in 1986, it received a big-box VHS release from Active Home Video, in tandem with other Transvue titles.




The Landing



After completing SUN ON THE SKIN, Ornella Muti and Alessio Orano would make one more film together, EXPERIENCIA PREMATRIMONIAL, made and released in 1972. Again, they would play lovers in a fraught place and time: in this circumstance, Spain, in its final years of Catholic repression under Generalissimo Francisco Franco. Here, Alejandra and Luis, against the conventional morality of their families and the general society, choose what we Americans only half-jokingly used to call “living in sin,” to see if marriage is really for them. At first, flush with excitement, they are happy in their cohabitation. But, because this is a melodrama set in a country that was punishing subversion, Alejandra gets pregnant, Luis gets bored and cheats on her, their relationship falls apart, and everyone learns a lesson that anything other than church-sanctioned unions will end badly. In Franco’s Spain, anyhow.


While any possible previous romantic behavior during the making of their three films together was not mentioned or documented in the press, Muti and Orano would marry in 1975; she was 19, he was 29. One month earlier, Muti had given birth to her first daughter, Naike Rivelli, who was born in 1974; at the time, she alluded to an older and married man “not in the movie business” as the girl’s father. Shortly after their marriage, Orano formally adopted Naike. After three years together, Muti and Orano would separate in 1978. Muti would soon decamp with Naike to Los Angeles in late 1979 after completing production on FLASH, where she would be appearing in her first project for an American director: James Toback’s LOVE AND MONEY.



In the lead-up to Ornella Muti’s late 1980 American publicity tour to promote FLASH GORDON, and herself to English-speaking moviegoers, her estranged husband Orano filed litigation in Italy to gain sole custody of the now-six-year-old Naike. The challenge clearly rattled the young mother, as this subject would come up time and again in the interviews that were supposed to be simple innocuous junket chats. As she told writer Lloyd Shearer in a wire service interview running October 25, 1980, “After three years, Alessio leaves, wants nothing to do with me or Naike. We are separated. Now he come back and say he wants custody of Naike – that he is legal, official father. I will fight to the death not to give him my baby.”


And even though it was such an under-the-radar release that the closest it came to Los Angeles was a Fresno engagement in November 1980, it stands to reason insiders somehow got word to her that SUN ON THE SKIN, the movie from so long ago where she and her ex were au naturel, was currently in American theatres; and that surely would have felt like, well, salt in the wound.





The dissonance would come to a head on December 4, 1980, during the most-covered stop of Muti’s American charm offensive, in Cincinnati, Ohio – my home town. She had a very busy day of activity ahead of her: a TV interview with local talk show host Bob Braun, a mayoral welcome, and a meet-and-greet at posh department store Shillito’s in Downtown, followed by a mall appearance, a charity fundraiser, and a Showcase Cinemas multiplex opening in Eastgate 20 miles away. The embodiment of European glamour was entering a new world - the midwestern heartland - at warp speed.



As a child of a Franco-Italian mother who moved her parents to America
a few years after my birth, and a film obsessive since fourth grade, I had a bit of a head start on Ornella Muti awareness. My grandparents had the big cultural magazines from the old country – Paris Match, Gente, Oggi – sent over, so I’d seen photos of her in them, and knew she was a big deal. I also knew that Cincinnati was a nice enough place by my standards, but wondered what a lady of culture like her would have made of it. I was fearing the worst.



From what I can find in the public record, it was not a good day for her. In separate interviews with the Cincinnati Post and Cincinnati Enquirer, which either took place during her media blitz or the morning after, it was brought up that sometime during her activities, there had been a fresh escalation from Orano’s camp in their ongoing custody fight. The Post’s writer, Jerry Stein, managed to speak to her when she was in a more convivial state of mind, but the Enquirer’s writer, critic Tom McElfresh, must have had his window of access right after the phone call, because his report was full of pissy commentary about Muti’s unloquacious demeanor, right down to the headline: “Ornella Has Little to Say About Flash.” When she admits to being brought down by troubling news and that she would be in a better mood in a few hours, McElfresh makes of point of telling the reader he didn’t have a few hours to wait for her mood to improve. (This is also a man who once fawned over Jayne Kennedy when she made a visit for the World Premiere of her action film DEATH FORCE, only to ridicule the film and the fact it premiered in Cincinnati days later.) In a post on Cinema Treasures, a Redstone Theatres employee working the inauguration of the Eastgate Showcase revealed that Muti arrived late for the FLASH premiere, which logic suggests may also have been caused by dealing with news from home. And while no video is readily available from her “BOB BRAUN SHOW” appearance, back then, everyone my age and older pretty much agreed he was probably very nice, but such a white bread square he made Mike Douglas look like George Carlin, so imagination yields cringey conclusions.




The Postscript



Ornella’s Muti’s Hollywood experiment did not last long. LOVE AND MONEY, which had its first test-screening in November 1980, received a small and publicity-free contractual-obligation release in February 1982, and was sent to cable nine months later. She and her daughter returned to Europe, and contentedly stayed there. She has acted in several English-language projects since, but in most of these situations, they have been made overseas – in short, American directors come to her rather than she to them.


As for her contentious ex-husband Alessio Orano, his trail runs cold after 1998.

And The Cincinnati Post, “THE BOB BRAUN SHOW,” Shillito’s, Showcase Cinemas Eastgate, and the luxury hotel where Muti rested...are all gone.



I can’t wait to hear what Baker and Muti talk about later this year.




Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Here Two Four

2024. This was the year that, for me, I finally broke out in a big way. Projects I had devoted years, in one case nigh a decade, of my life left the realm of "work-in-progress" and became real things. I was invited, welcomed, to contribute to physical media releases of movies people have actually seen. Boutique BluRay labels were publicly regarding me as an asset. I was gonna make it after all!!!



And then November, the same month when the news broke about all my work...well, you know; you were there. I can only be honest; it took so much wind out of me, dark voices got in my head, offering bad ideas. And to be out in the world trying to take my victory lap and promote my old shrill chalky  Resting Murder Face while so many people I cared about were...not in any sort of mood for trifles...felt wrong. It was the equivalent of the "REVIEW WITH FORREST MACNEIL" episode where Forrest and his father-in-law go to flight school: we watched a horrifying sight in real time, but...ummm...SPACE WAS AWESOME?



Thankfully, it was during a session of research for another project that I somehow found myself re-reading a Roger Ebert review, and the words he used to describe its protagonist hit something in me. To adapt them to my heart's situation, I am using the only gift at my command to protect the folks I love: If I had a weapon, I'd directly attack the villains; If I had an army, I would destroy them. But all I am is an aesthete, and movies, that invention that Mr. Ebert called "empathy machines," are my superpower. I elevate the art I love and the artists who make them because THEY have value. And I present these recommendations to you in the hope you will embrace them also, because YOU have value.


So yes, I am going to take pride in what I've done. I am going to self-promote. I'm going to enjoy my good reviews. If you have it in you to be happy for me, that's kind of you. If you find this all unbecoming, I understand, and I offer you the floor to suggest what I can do that will be of better service for you.


Now, on with the Hit Parade:

HOLLYWOOD 90028

BluRay Associate Producer. Liner notes essay; Commentary track with author/programmer Heidi Honeycutt; On-Camera interview with actor Christopher Augustine; Off-Camera interview with Tom DiSimone

"The Blu-Ray Event Of The Year" -Fangoria Magazine

"A ferocious time capsule of 1970s Los Angeles that expertly bounces between Cassavetes style realism, self-reflexive art film, and scuzzy exploitation.  I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen." - Larry Karaszewski, co-writer of ED WOOD and DOLEMITE IS MY NAME

"Part indie arthouse, part grindhouse and part historical travelogue of a now-vanished Los Angeles. Cursed with being decades ahead of its time, HOLLYWOOD 90028, Christina Hornisher's sole feature film, is a must-see." - Sean Baker, director of TANGERINE and ANORA


VIXEN

Contributor. On-camera featurette

"The film's historical significance gets covered very well in the new featurette 'Entertainment...Or Obscenity?' with Marc Edward Heuck offering a witty overview of the film's tumultuous, three-year legal battle with the censorship board in his hometown of Cincinnati (where the film is still technically banned to this day!) starting five days into its theatrical run, including the history of the theater at the epicenter of the scandal." - Nathaniel Thompson, Mondo Digital

"I love this featurette" - David Gregory, founder and president of Severin Films


LOOKING FOR MR. GOODBAR

Contributor. Liner notes essay

First physical media release since 1997.





THE CELL

Contributor. Liner notes essay

"This is fucking great. Honestly, you are one of the very very few writers who - even if I know what angle you are going to take - I genuinely have no idea how you are going to get me there, and it is always a delight and a surprise. I absolutely guarantee no one else is going to present as compelling an argument about this film...the meat of this is very compelling and very charming, and I am so tickled that you agreed to come on board for this one!" - Alexandra Heller-Nicholas, disc producer for Arrow Films


WELCOME TO FUN CITY

BluRay Associate Producer. Provider, facilitator, and trafficker for several trailers in the compilation. Commentary tracks on selected trailers.

"A 2-disc collection of some 200 theatrical trailers, TV spots and radio spots, sourced entirely from fresh scans of original film and audio materials, is a first-of-its-kind document of New York, as it appeared on film during the Fun City era. Each trailer and TV spot is accompanied by a unique, optional audio commentary track from a varied roster of esteemed film journalists, programmers, academics, historians, podcasters, industry professionals and filmmakers."


GRAVEYARD SHIFT

Contributor. Commentary track with historian Howard S. Berger



That covers the stuff that has been announced. There's more I've completed that is yet to be announced. I ask the visitor to this blog to give me an inch of patience before I can reveal when these future releases will be put out.

Oh yes, and amidst all the preparation and negotiation and writing and waiting and hurrying up and waiting and hurrying up that these enterprises entailed, I went out to see lots and lots of movies too. So after you're done consuming all my offerings, these are what you seek out next.


Ten Worthwhile Films Nobody Saw But Me
Black-Eyed Susan
Chasing Chasing Amy
Do Not Expect Too Much from the End of the World
The Feeling that the Time for Doing Something Has Passed
The 4:30 Movie
I Used to be Funny
The Instigators
Oddity
Snack Shack
The Three Summers

Alright, light the Xenons if you got 'em: the Top 13 of 2024

13. FLOW

12. RED ROOMS

11. ANORA

10. CHRISTMAS EVE IN MILLER'S POINT

9. LOVE LIES BLEEDING

8. BLITZ

7. MEGALOPOLIS

6. THE PEOPLE'S JOKER

5. FURIOSA: A MAD MAX SAGA

4. THE SEED OF THE SACRED FIG

3. HUNDREDS OF BEAVERS

2. THE BRUTALIST

1. I SAW THE TV GLOW


Seeing how I had been contemplating my mixed feelings about blowing my horn amidst a collective rising groan, I have to reflect on how this year, a very forceful voice who would have told me to can the modesty got silenced. Indeed, he may well have been my greatest hype man. He went to the trouble of telling the world (or at least, the world within his Facebook feed) at great length why he thought I was worth it.

December 13, 2013

MARC EDWARD HEUCK

A summer day, sunshine falling bright and hard on Cincinnati, the smell of chlorine and coconut oil and cooking hot dogs in the air around Clifton Meadows Swim Club. I am perhaps 11, so it is 1978-ish. This crazy, dorky kid, a year or so my junior, has produced a newspaper from the ugly brown Samsonite briefcase he lugs everywhere. The newspaper's banner headline screams:

"MACHO" MARC HEUCK TO APPEAR IN PLAYGIRL!!!

Macho Marc, himself, parades the dummied-up paper, something from some Upper Penninsula tourist pit, all around the Meadows. He vehemently insists the paper is real, the story true.

Marc Heuck knows how to make an impression. No one who meets Marc ever forgets it. I have not. 

That was not my first encounter with Marc. Both Clifton kids, his grandparents owned the elegant brownstone apartment house right next to the rowhouse where my childhood friend, Tommy Wells. lived. Tommy and I would see Marc as he arrived with his mom and say hi and then he'd go inside.

Marc was a Catholic kid, meaning he went to Annunciation School, not Clifton Elementary. Meaning once I switched to Lottspiech in 4th grade and stopped palling around with Tommy, I did not see Marc much. Except for summer, either at the Meadows or the rec center's day camp. 

As you might guess, a little kid lugging an old Samsonite briefcase around, so crammed full of comics and papers and who-knew-what he listed to starboard as he walked, was not King Kool around the 'hood. Marc ate shit breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And sometimes, I helped feed him. 

When we were kids, there was no nerd unity, no nerd power. We were marked, culled from the herd, and taken down. I wanted to be popular, accepted, cool way too much to treat Marc well. I saw everything I was ashamed of in myself in Marc. And he had the gall to be proud, to be his dorky self with no apology. How dare he, right?

Marc, perhaps so inured to his status he saw nothing to lose, fought back. He gave as good as he got, nailing me in the nuts right after I nailed him, at morning assembly at Fort Scott in the summer of '84.

I am not remotely proud of my behavior back when. I am quite proud to say that Marc is of such impeccable character he looked past all that when I transferred to Bacon at the start of junior year. I needed a friend. Marc stepped up and offered his hand. That hand has not been withdrawn since.

Marc Heuck is an estimable man. 

The next two years, Marc and I were tight. Both in Drama Guild, where I cast him as the lead in my student-directed segment of the Fall '85 play. Marc was not a natural actor. I was a tyrannical director. But Marc gave his all, and he nailed it. 

We shared all the pain, the frustration of forever hearing "Let's just be friends" from the girls we pursued, regardless of our geekdom. I got Marc drunk for his first time at the St. Rita festival the summer after I graduated. Later that night, Marc hurled while drunk the first time. In my toilet. Rarely have I seen the man move so fast. 

We vacationed together. We went to movies together. We tried to get a show on WAIF together. A mix of comedic bits and alt rock, we would have been ahead of our time.

Marc and I saw less of each other after high school, of course. He went to OSU, to film school, and I went all over the place. But Marc stayed in touch, seeing me pretty much anytime he was in town. During his too-brief eun as the Movie Geek on Comedy Central's Beat the Geeks I got to go out and see him in LA, where he still lives. Success did not faze Marc. I am not sure he knew he was successful. And that is my man, all the way.

It is not easy, being a professional iconoclast, even in this age of Geek Chic. Marc pays a price to be himself, not always happily, but he has been at it a long time and he endures. He is a thoroughbred. 

He is my friend. And he is absolutely King Kool.


Russ, the last thing this world needs now are kings. And frankly, there's a little too much Too Kool for School going on as well. Thus, I respectfully relinquish this title; may it lay next to your resting soul as a token of a simpler, happier time. 


The last DM you sent me, on June 29, we were talking about weird things that scared us as kids, cryptids and closing TV logos, and you came up with this inspired statement:


"I think: that's how it is to be a kid - the imagination is in the driver's seat. All kinds of weird shit is scary, and no amount of parental reassurance can conquer those fears."


You never forgot about that time. Consequently, there's a lot I will remember of our decades. 


"Friends of mine prefer animals to man. That's ok. Man betrays. Driven by multifold fears, he hurts and kills, destroys beauty, ravages nature. Strangely, this is why I prefer man. He never fails to fascinate and amaze. Conversely, man creates work like the Watts Towers, beauty wrought from waste. He writes poetry, paints, sculpts, sings, plays the guitar solos on 'Marquee Moon.' He loves. He yearns, moves, discovers. He is never not interesting. Fish never wrote 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.' Rabbits never wondered how to reach the moon."



 - Charles Edward Russell Wait II Russ Wait, Nov. 24, 1967 - July 15, 2024

Monday, December 25, 2023

2023 and me

Sometimes at this point of the year, I get super-introspective. But this time out I'm tabling the philosophising for a different day. I reckon you can find plenty of deep thoughts elsewhere on the internet machine right now - too many at this moment it seems - thus if you came here, you really wanted only to immerse deeply in cultural arcana.

Call it shop talk, call it inside baseball, call it compulsive wonkery, but this is what I do better than.

All year long, I've been asked what I'm up to. And there have been two projects that I've thrown the bulk of my time and energy on. I was already hip deep in these two projects last year as well. I'm sure everyone has heard of how the business of the show is a "Hurry up and wait" process, and yes, I've had several instances of scrambling to get a task done, and then waiting seemingly months for the results. All the while, there's factors beyond that keep slowing things down. And after you've told your parents the same "to be determined" story for the fourth time, yeah, it's confounding.

Thankfully, at least one of these is out of my hands, and within a few months, can be in yours.

Over 20 years after she passed away in the shadows, 18 years after I first saw her sole feature film, and 8 years after I became her de facto tubthumper, I am extremely proud and pleased to say that the late Christina Hornisher will finally receive some flowers, as her long-hard-to-see artsploitation drama HOLLYWOOD 90028 will come to BluRay, its first official U.S. physical media release. And that I will have my contributions all over it, including a painstakingly revised essay on her career and my journey retracing it. The trust, counseling, support, and respect I've received from Bob Murawski and David Szulkin at Grindhouse Releasing, Heidi Honeycutt and Etheria Film Festival, the surviving cast who spoke on the record, and the people who loved Tina, has been rewarding. And seeing the film itself, in advance of this BluRay edition, get screened over the last year and a half to a sell-out house at New Beverly, and to charged reception in international festival settings, tells me that betting on this longshot was the right choice. There's no street date yet, but my Impulse tells me you'll be able to have it in your hands by Spring.


Meanwhile, I cannot as yet disclose what I am specifically working on for Jonathan Hertzberg and his terrific Fun City Editions label. I can say that after years of correspondence that began from our mutual movie blogging, where we geeked out on the same minutiae of movie presentation most take for granted, it's been a thrill to engage with him in the elevated and significant manner that I have since he first launched the brand. I've been combing libraries, archives, collectors, and other less-visited venues, all in the name of creating a singular cinemanic experience in the home theater, and maybe beyond there as well. When you ultimately see what I've helped produce, I suspect when I ask you "how'm I doin'," you'll reply in the affirmative. Meanwhile, buy all the FCE BluRays. Especially Michael Ritchie's SMILE.


For the first time in ages, I am in the position to offer all the adjacent movie pick perks that became sadly sporadic in recent years. That's always a plus for me.

Not just a standard Jury Prize, but also, in a sense, a Justice Deferred Now Achieved Prize, goes to Jason Rutherford's epic sprawling chronicle of exploitation filmmaking MASTERS OF THE GRIND. I was involved as a talking head and filmed my material a decade and a half before, and at least one interview subject I brought to the project (who, unfortunately, did not make the cut) has since gone to the celestial green room. Indeed several of the people you hear from in this film have left us, filmmakers and actors that, even in the geek revolution of zines and DVD commentaries, never got the chance to expound at length as they received in this documentary, and having their testimony captured for posterity is important. Four hours may seem excessive to devote to the rise, decline, and extended wake for grindhouse auteurs, but ya know what, you could say the same thing for Ken Burns devoting 18 hours to baseball; if you're into the subject, the time commitment will be worth it.

And the covertly-coveted Runaway Jury Prize I gleefully confer upon Timothy Scott Bogart's biopic of his father Neil Bogart, SPINNING GOLD. Maybe a better filmmaker with a bigger budget could have made a more dignified and well-rounded history of the maverick producer who shepherded three record labels and several iconic singers. But when you've got a a master of chutzpah and self-promotion as your topic, is that what you really want? Or do you want to get a high octane taste of how he would tell his own life's story? No money for needle-drops? Fuck it! Actors who look nothing like the legendary artists they're portraying? Fuck it! Green screen work that looks cheaper than yr mom? Fuck it! SPINNING GOLD is the Bogart children giving their dad a victory lap, and as Bobby Heenan said, bragging isn't bragging when you can do it. And harp on its many flaws, with good reason, but I had way more fun watching this than I did with BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY or ROCKETMAN. 


Ten Worthwhile Films Nobody Saw But Me
The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster
Cobweb (the Samuel Bodin one, not the Kim Jee-woon one...yet)
Earth Mama
Of An Age
The Outwaters
Polite Society
Rye Lane
Saturn Bowling
The Unknown Country
When Evil Lurks


And seeing as you sat through all the self-promotion and the hot takes (and thank you for that), it's time to deliver the goods: the Top 13 of 2023:


13. ARE YOU THERE GOD? IT'S ME, MARGARET

12. MUTT

11. A THOUSAND AND ONE

10. BOTTOMS

9. THE BOY AND THE HERON

8. SKINAMARINK

7. PAST LIVES

6. OPPENHEIMER

5. POOR THINGS

4. FAIR PLAY

3. MONSTER

2. KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON

1. HOW TO BLOW UP A PIPELINE



This year's requiem goes not to a person, instead to a place. One of several places that, while valued solely as a patch of land by speculators, were treasured points of convergence for families, lovers, and loners, all of whom owned a set of wheels, a lot of free time after sunset, and a love of watching dreams flicker in the moonlight.

“[There are] people that come from outside of the city to see the drive-in theater. They don’t come to see warehouses…There should be families smiling and making memories on that property.¨
- Robert Wilkiewicz, Pomona resident, to Montclair High School student


- Mission Tiki Drive-In, May 28, 1956 - January 22, 2023