In news that will no doubt sadden all of us, Warner Brothers has shelved the new Batgirl movie. Despite having spent in excess of $90 million to finish shooting, the editing process has been dropped and the film permanently locked in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet stuck in a disused basement lavatory with a sign on the door saying 'Beware of the Leopard'.
Personally, I’m a little tired of the endless recycling of comic book hero movies. The genre was interesting for a while, but the idea was getting stale long before Hollywood started making its movies politically correct (complete with warning labels about harsh language and smoking). For some reason, Hollywood seems to think viewers will go into shock at seeing someone lighting up a cigarette, but have no qualms about depicting a psychopath with a chainsaw working his way through a daycare center. The John Wick movies leap to mind….
David Zaslav, the CEO of Warner Brothers refuses to go into
specifics about why he axed Batgirl and the second Scooby-Doo movie (Was there
really a first one?), but did use the word, “quality” a lot. He didn’t specifically say that Batgirl was
horrible, but declared that the movie would never be seen in theaters, on a
streaming service, or released on DVD.
This was just weeks after he had shut down the fledgling CNN+ streaming
service after spending $300 million on the startup. While it will never be a movie, I’d buy a ticket to
watch a video of Zaslav explaining to his board of directors why they just
flushed half a billion dollars away.
What exactly does a CEO say under those circumstances? “Sorry,
I made a boo-boo?”
A rival studio exec, interviewed by Variety, claimed that
axing a movie after spending such a large amount was unprecedented in
Hollywood.
Well, no. This is why
Hollywood needs to hire more historians, and I don’t mean the current hacks who pretend to be
consultants. (I won’t mention any Tom Cruise movies by name, but no former
Soviet bloc nations used the F-14, much less still have one functioning and
sitting around fueled and ready to go sixteen years after they stopped making
parts for them.) There is, indeed, a precedent to axing a movie like Batgirl.
In 1941, Howard Hughes was well on his way to establishing
himself as a power in Hollywood and like everything else Hughes did, he started
at the top, acting as both producer and director of movies. Using the same publicists who had conducted a
nationwide search for an actress to play Scarlet O’Hara in Gone With the Wind, Hughes conducted a
similar search for a “busty”
actress to star in a new movie about Billy the Kid, called The Outlaw. Eventually signing Jane Russell, Hughes both
produced and directed a western loosely based on the lives of Billy, Pat
Garrett, and Doc Holliday.
In this case, loosely means they spelled the names correctly. Though it is remotely possible that Doc Holliday and William Bonney both passed through Las Vegas, New Mexico in 1879, they were certainly not friends. Other details, such as the years the men were alive or the dates they died, are wildly wrong. My favorite scene in the movie is the closing scene, which shows Billy and his well-endowed girl sharing a horse as they ride off into a California sunset, complete with an automobile crossing in the background from left to right.
The movie, which you can watch above, is famous for Hughes’ obsession with filming Jane Russell. He was particularly fixated on filming her in such a way that it would appear that the actress was not wearing a bra, even going so far as to design one that provided lift by using stiff underwire and stronger straps. Though Russell assured her director she was wearing the custom bra for her scenes, in actuality she later revealed that she wore her own bra, but just tightened the straps and added a little tissue for padding. Years later the bra designed by Hughes found a home in a museum, while Russell became a spokeswoman for Playtex. Strangely, Hughes ignored the fact that, in the movie, Russell can be seen removing her nylon stockings 58 years before such a garment was invented.Note. If the movie above doesn't open on your device, click here.
When finished, the movie had some problems being approved by the Hollywood Production Code Administration, something that was hardly a surprise since Hughes had arranged that all of the publicity about the film emphasize Russell’s breasts. Even the movie posters featuring sexy photos of Russell, such as the one at the right, depicted scenes not actually in the movie. The media frenzy prompted one Hollywood writer to offer that the movie should be renamed, “The Sale of Two Titties”.
In reality, all Hughes had to do was cut 30 seconds from the
movie to make the censors happy, and while those 30 seconds were milder than
some of Russell’s
later commercials for brassieres, Hughes promptly agreed and made the
changes. Then, Hughes announced that the
Hollywood Production Code Administration would not allow the movie to be
released. No matter how loudly the
Administration protested that they had not banned the movie, the press
loved the bogus story and ran the Hughes version.
Hughes had his people contact newspapers, church leaders, and
women’s
organizations warning them about the “lewd
movie”. The resulting publicity created
a demand for the public to see the movie, but Hughes kept the movie out of
circulation for two years, only then allowing it to be shown in selected
markets for a week before the movie was once again put into storage. By the time the movie was finally released in
1946, the public could not wait to see it, making it a box office hit.
So a badly written movie, wildly inaccurate and directed by a man
more obsessed with an unknown actress than with making a good movie, makes
millions simply because the public is not allowed to see the film for
years.
If I’m correct, we will all be able to see exactly how horrible Batgirl is in about three years. Right about the time Top Gun III comes out.
This is where the concept of suspending disbelief comes from. If you want reality, you need to sift through the documentary channel and then only after you consult a historian who was never woke and has an unhealthy obsession with historical accuracy. Top Gun is a military fantasy of sorts with all sorts of things in it that wouldn't happen for real. And really, who cares? It's Tom Cruise, and it's one you can take your wife to and actually enjoy it as well. She gets to lust over Tommy; you get action, explosions and shooting. It's a movie you can share. Call it an action chick flick.
ReplyDeleteMy wife dragged me to the theater to see "The Bridges of Madison County" once, a rare occurrence in those days. We sat behind an older couple. The old guy seemed confused all through the movie and finally, when it ended, he said, "Welp, that weren't your usual Clint Eastwood movie." He dared not say more with his wife sitting there dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief, not if he wanted any post chick flick coitus. I'm just sayin'.
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