Michael Moore became a parody of himself long ago. The trucker cap was the most obvious sign. His look hasn't changed in 25 years, and neither have his ideas. His vision of himself and of America is totally static and his prescription for the United States in its various woes remains pretty simple—he thinks America should be more like Canada, or rather what he imagines Canada to be like. His recent divorce, which revealed his large wealth and his struggles with renovations of lakefront property, didn't help the populist image.
Ray McElrathbey's been through something only a few on this planet will ever undergo: A life worth Disnefying. In 2006, as a redshirt freshman football player at Clemson University, McElrathbey took in his little brother, Fahmarr, so he wouldn't go into foster care. For weeks, McElrathbey hid Fahmarr in his stuffy dorm room, pocketing college-cafeteria food to bring upstairs to him. Eventually, Clemson found out McElrathbey was raising a teenager in, again, a dorm room, leading to a battle with the NCAA that surprisingly ended well—he was granted a waiver that allowed him to start a trust fund in Fahmarr's name.
The great Barry Keoghan has brought us to quite a few memorable places lately: Inisherin, the cosmos, and Arkham Asylum. Next up? Oxford University. This fall, the 30-year-old actor will star in Saltburn, in what'll mark director Emerald Fennell's long-anticipated follow-up to Promising Young Woman. Judging by the trailer, which is streaming above, Saltburn will be a moody, twisted and incredibly British coming-of-age tale. It'll follow an unlikely relationship between a young student named Oliver Quick (Keoghan) and his wealthy new friend (Jacob Elordi).
Pop your trunks on, Barry, and run some Dettol round that bathtub. The much-vaunted Saltburn surge has not come to pass. Emerald Fennell’s movie has come up empty-handed from the Oscars nominations. And, to be honest: good. Good. This is good. Saltburn is nice to look at. Rosamund Pike is a lot of fun. It’s always a pleasure to see Richard E Grant going full glower. I’ve no feelings about its five Bafta nods.
Marilyn Monroe is a true fixture in American popular imagination—funny, beautiful, and dead before she could be mocked for succumbing to the vicissitudes of time, or for fighting the clock with needle, thread and skilled doctors. Her glamorous life and lonely death have inspired decades of fevered and sometimes grim fascination, and now a new documentary suggests that the star, ogled and erroneously dismissed as a dumb blonde in life, may have suffered more indignities in death.