Steven Spielberg. Nice little filmmaker.
Born 1946, he’s since managed to earn himself a few billion dollars. And now he’s making a movie based loosely on his life growing up in Phoenix. It’s called semi-biographical.
Seth Rogen plays his favorite uncle. Michelle Williams has the role of a character based on his chatty and friendly mom, Leah, whom everyone in Hollywood knew because she owned a popular kosher deli there called the Milky Way.
The film shoots in July, and Spielberg’s co-writer is Tony Kushner.
Fisticuffs are this season’s films. In “Father Stu,” Mark Wahlberg plays real boxer-turned-priest Stuart Long. Mel Gibson plays his father . . . Jamie Foxx may score his own knockout with his own new series, in which he’ll embody Mike Tyson. Martin Scorsese exec producer . . . Meanwhile, Hulu’s own separate series on Tyson is called “Iron Mike.”
“JEOPARDY!” people say their new host must “break the mold” of Alex Trebek. What that exactly means, who knows? Probably that if this mold does not get broken, their newly chosen person could personally end up in real jeopardy. The show, in an inch-by-inch search for its new host, is already into finalists.
Pataki sees an opening . . .
WHISPERS. Just whispers. Might George Pataki, three times this state’s governor — our 53rd — maybe run again for Albany’s chief job? He’s Yale and Columbia. A lawyer. Physically OK. Did the job 1995 to 2006. Vocal against our out-of-control legislature and massive tax hikes. Republican. With state legislature lefties raising taxes despite fed funds delivered by Sen. Schumer exceeding anticipated tax revenues, with New Yorkers fleeing due to taxes and a government in disarray, fiscal conservative Pataki, born in Peekskill, is moderate on policy and an environmentalist.
Just letting you hear what I’m hearing.
Dems going to dogs
Our Democratic Party, which elected Joe Bobbleden — who lumbers down a basement but not up an airplane — is soliciting funds. They’re brilliant. If not wise as Stephen Hawking, at least equal to a substitute part-time summertime kindergarten teacher of English in a far-off pastoral suburb of Madagascar.
Their new fund-raiser does not request Joe and Jill go up the hill to fetch a pail of meds. Nor even suggest Mrs. Biden manipulate presidential lips. Instead — ready? — for a donation of $28 (the price of coffee and a BLT), they’re hustling Dogs for Democrats dog collars. No tailoring. If the thing dwarfs your teacup Chihuahua puppy or strangles your 230-pound English mastiff — they don’t do alterations. If it doesn’t fit, change dogs. Or affiliations.
Also pushing donkey face masks. Dark blue background, light blue picture of a hound, black for ear strings. To confirm what an ass you are to buy it, this one’s only $20. However, if you just own a kitten, it’s a problem. In that case, you need simply join another organization. Possibilities include the American Vegetarians or the United States Pirate Party.
Pols in position
Even ‘Oumuamuans know about Sen. Schumer’s weekend news conferences. Cardinals and altar boys may cop out, but every Sunday gets Schumer’s TV reports. Responsible for them is young, smart, pizza-loving Angelo Roefaro, who returns periodically to Utica to see his mom. But even after a hard workweek and 10 years with Chuck, Angelo never misses a Schumer weekend report. The guy deserves a free pass to heaven.
Speaking of pols, Bruce Blakeman, who’ll run for Nassau County executive. Who knows its population, but almost every GOP, Dem or lost out-of-towner hunting for the Queens Midtown Tunnel has told me I’m stupid for not praising him, not saying good enough about him. They defend, support, love him. OK, OK. With that many defenders, he’ll probably get elected. Now will everyone stop telling me I’m stupid.