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Box Office UPDATE: “Top Gun Maverick” Will Cross $300 Mil Today, Did Better Than Reported Over Weekend

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The flying doesn’t stop!

“Top Gun: Maverick” soars to $300 million today after just 11 days.

Over the weekend, Paramount said they did $85 million. But it turns they took in $90 million altogether. It’s interesting that they keep underestimating the box office only to correct it.

But hey– “Maverick” is earning bucks faster than our last blockbuster, “Spider Man No Way Home.”

Meantime, no slouch himself, “Doctor Strange” is aiming for $400 million domestically today or tomorrow. Worldwide including the US, the good doctor has $900 million in the bank. For that kind of money, we’ve learned to type out Cumberbatch quickly.

In other commercial movie news, we’re off to see “Jurassic Park: Dominion” tonight. The third part of the second group of “Jurassic” movies has already made $57 million internationally. It opens to previews on Thursday night. Check our Twitter feed @showbiz411 around 9:30 tonight for early reactions.

Review: Woody Allen Proves the Master Humorist in “Zero Gravity,” First Collection in 15 Years Zaps Miley Cyrus, Warren Beatty, Rogue Mice

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Just from the names, the cast of characters who parade through Woody Allen’s “Zero Gravity,” you know in’s going to be funny. Oh, the names! The stand in for Warren Beatty is a Hollywood Adonis named Bolt Upright. Larry Fallopian is New York’s hottest art dealer. (“Fallopian,” Allen writes, “is based on the real-life Murray Vegetarian, whose reputation as a gallery owner was made when he sold a sublime Marie Laurencin watercolor of two lesbians koshering a chicken for six million dollars.”) There’s the sleazy manager Waxy Sleazeman. “Waxy,” recalls a female singer, “discovered me singing with the rock group Toxic Waste at the Burgeoning Tumor, a joint downtown.” The health food store is called The Hardened Artery.

“Zero Gravity” is Woody’s first collection of stories and essays in 15 years. Its opening dedication says a lot about what living with Woody Allen, the family man quipping around his house, must be like.

To Manzie and Bechet, our two lovely daughters who
have grown up before our eyes and used our credit
cards behind our backs.
And of course Soon-Yi—if Bram Stoker had known
you he’d have had his sequel

Some of the pieces were in The New Yorker but ten of them are new. One is revised and updated. In her foreword, Daphne Merkin compares him to the great gods of the New Yorker, Robert Benchley, Dorothy Parker, and SJ Perelman. Certainly, Woody’s pieces refer back to those titans, but also to a couple of others like Max Shulman and Jerome L. Weidman who Allen has also said he admires. Shulman, in particular, laid the groundwork for a kind of Groucho Marx like prose that bob and weaves through Allen’s; stories.

A lot of references in the pieces are to things long past, and often I had to look up words, like “afflatus.” (It doesn’t mean to inflate anything.) Woody is droll and hilarious but he’s not going to make this easy on us. Still, Miley Cyrus makes an appearance (it’s okay, Woody directed Miley in a mini-series) and so does Brady Pitt. Beatty gets a whole satirical story based on the allegation in a ridiculous book that in his life he bedded twelve thousand women. (One reports: “I’m still vibrating,” the brunette said. “He made passionate love to me while at the same time accompanying himself on the piano.”

There’s a lot of very welcome silliness. In “Udder Madness,” updated from 2010, a cow– yes, a cow– on a swanky upstate farm decides to kill a film auteur up for the weekend. This man is described as “neither a brooding cult genius nor a matinée idol but a wormy little cipher, myopic behind black-framed glasses and groomed loutishly in his idea of rural chic: all tweedy and woodsy, with cap and muffler, ready for the leprechauns.” Who does that sound like?

In “Not a Creature Was Stirring,” a proposed movie is all about mice. The pitch “centered on Upper Darby, Pennsylvania, where it seemed that a pizzeria owner was charged by police with planting mice in rival pizza shops. “We never had anything like this,” the Police Superintendent said, “where mice have been used as an instrument of crime.”

What follows is farce, high satire, long windups that end in abrupt spurts of punchlines that find you chuckling, snorting, guffawing. They take two reads sometimes, the material whizzes by so quickly, you’re not sure you’ve read it right. Allen is a humorist who has a light touch and a heavy hand at the same time. When he lands the joke, the writing has been so dense and elegant you’re just not expecting to be hit over the head with a whoopie cushion.

“Mice held up a bank?” I interrupted incredulously. “Why not?” Grossnose said. “The little rodents
caused the traditional panic that mice do, and while the women are squealing and jumping on chairs they use their teeth and paws to relieve the tellers of two million pounds.”

Hollywood, a club to which Woody has never belonged, comes in for zingers. “What are you saying?” I asked, realizing that his latest film, Kreplach Serenade, had garnered just two
Oscar nods, and not from the Academy but from inmates at Bellevue.

Kreplach Serenade? I’m making that movie immediately.

Glancing up, I came vis-à-vis with the corpulent scrivener slash director whom I dimly
recognized as Hugh Forcemeat, a weaver of thirty-five- millimeter hallucinations that our studio had taken a flyer with several years ago, when we hired him to punch up ‘Psychotic Zombies of the Moon,’ our sequel to Buddenbrooks.

Is there sex? Yes. A lot of it, most of it unfulfilled or incomplete. It rarely works out. There are young women, middle aged women, old women. The word ‘orgy’ is mentioned once or twice, always a punchline. None of it is to be taken seriously. (“As a boy, he had entered his parents’
bedroom during sex unannounced and caught his father wearing moose antlers.”) The narrator is too afraid of anything, it’s always the other characters that get into trouble. Woody, as he does in the movies, stands apart. He’s the ultimate observer of the ridiculous. And thank goodness for that. “Zero Gravity” is what we need right now.


Downton Abbey: The Three Actors Who Bailed After 25 Episodes Missed 3 Seasons and 2 Movies

Now that “Downton Abbey: A New Era” is the second hit movie from the six season TV series, the question comes up: why are three characters from the original series gone? And what happened to them?

The biggest absence is Sybil Crawley. In “A New Era,” Sybil’s widower, Branson, finally remarries. Their daughter. Sybbie, inherits a villa in the South of France.

But what about the original Sybil? Well, she died in childbirth near the end of Season 3. Her portrayer, actress Jessica Brown Findlay, unknown up til that point, wanted out. She thought three seasons was enough and she could be a big star on her own. “Downton” creator Julian Fellowes was furious. Instead of re-casting, Fellowes killed off Sybil on camera, quite thoroughly.

Brown Findlay has continued to work in the UK but in the US her career evaporated. Many “Downton” stars like Michelle Dockery, Lily James, Elizabeth McGovern, and Hugh Bonneville are well known here. Laura Carmichael, who plays Lady Edith, is going to get some traction now. All the cast has had more than a decade of fame and fortune. But Brown Findlay has lapsed into obscurity at least on this side of the pond.

Dan Stevens played Matthew Crawley, the prince charming of the show who wooed and married Lady Mary. If Matthew had lived, he’d have inherited Downton and become the lead male character. But Stevens also opted out after three seasons. Fellowes accommodated him by killing off Matthew brutally in a car accident, blood streaming from his face. And then he twisted the knife by having Mary remarry a race car driver and entrepreneur.

Stevens severely altered his looks after that, losing a lot of weight. He moved to Brooklyn and started a US career in earnest. He won high praise for two season series, “Legacy.” Stevens is currently playing John Dean in “Gaslit” on Starz. But cutting himself off from the last three seasons and the two movies was probably not his best decision. Ironically, Matthew’s mother, played by Penelope Wilton, soldiered on and became a beloved character.

One other character with a lot of potential from the original series was also dispatched by Fellowes. Lady’s maid O’Brien was a terrific villain, a cohort of conniving butler, Barrows. She was played by Siobhan Finneran with Snidely Whiplash fun. But Finneran also thought three seasons was enough and abandoned ship. Fellowes wrote her off at the start of Season 4. Finneran has been a regular in British TV, but in the US, alas, she has long been forgotten. If only O’Brien had stayed in Downton, what fun she would have had.

When actors leave series because they think the future looks rosier elsewhere! Just ask David Caruso.

Heard (Not Amber) Around Town: All About Johnny Depp, Downton Abbey, Garland Jeffreys, and Jada

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Just thinking back over the last couple of months…

At a big premiere right after the Oscars, back in New York, I ran into Lin Manuel Miranda. I asked him if he’d heard that James Corden parodied his hit song as “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” as “We Don;t Talk About Jada” a day after the slapping incident? Miranda was stunned and laughed. “Already?” he said. “I heard about it. but I haven’t seen it…”

“Downtown Abbey: A New Era” had quite the premiere party at Tavern on the Green. Elizabeth McGovern told us that when the actor playing Dr. Clarkson had to give her character the news about her condition, he couldn’t say it. “There were a lot of takes and a lot of laughing over pernicious anemia,” she told me. And that’s strange because at the end of the TV series, another character, Lord Merton, suffered from the same malady, also diagnosed by Dr. Clarkson…

There were tears and cheers May 25th at Rockwood Music Club on the Bowery. Sting and Trudie Styler hosted a long overdue memorial gathering for their friend and Sting’s road manager of four decades, Billy Francis. Billy was a famous curmudgeon with a heart of gold who, Sting’s band members said in their speeches, scared them so much they showed up a half hour before each show. Styler opened the program with a beautiful poem, Sting sang his song, “The Empty Chair.” and everyone agreed that Billy would have “fucken hated this.” It was lovely…

Here’s a plot for a rock and roll sitcom: Todd Rundgren, induced into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last year, is going on a David Bowie tribute tour. One of the other musicians is Royston Langdon, whose group Spacehog was a big hit in the 2000s. Now follow this: Langdon was married to and has a son with Liv Tyler, daughter of Steven Tyler and Bebe Buell. But Liv was raised til the age of 9 as Rundgren’s child, as Tyler was not available. Todd attended the couple’s wedding, which ended in divorce many years ago…

Garland Jeffreys is New York’s favorite rocker going back 40 years. One of Bruce Springsteen and Lou Reed‘s pals, Jeffreys recently retired from performing but his music, songs like “Wild in the Streets,” keeps being heard in movies and TV. Now his wife, Claire, has created a Kickstarter account to finish a long overdue documentary about Garland called “The King of In Between.”. You can find it here. Claire writes: “The film takes us through a panorama of New York: working as a “stock boy” in a Coney Island booth, sneaking into Manhattan to see Nina Simone and Miles Davis, befriending Lou Reed at Syracuse University, becoming an early disciple of Swami Satchidinanda in the East Village’s “peace and love” days, playing iconic clubs like Max’s Kansas City and Reno Sweeney, touring throughout Europe and releasing successful albums in the latter half of his career, and closing with his all-star tribute retirement shows at City Winery.

A personal memory of Johnny Depp: several years ago after the premiere “The Rum Diaries,” Depp played with his band at the club under the Maritime Hotel. It was very exciting because Keith Richards, then in “Pirates” movies with Depp, played with them. Even though the press was invited to the screening at the SVA Theater, we were not allowed to go inside and watch. “Johnny doesn’t want any press inside,” said the frustrated publicist. We were told we could watch through the Maritime’s basement windows. “The Rum Diaries” was a flop, by the way…

This Wednesday will offer two different chances for the A List to get COVID. Not satisfied with the Met Ball or White House Correspondent’s Dinner, the next opportunities include the Time 100 gala and the premiere of Jennifer Lopez‘s infomercial documentary at the Tribeca Festival. The latter will take place at the United Place Theater in Washington Heights, which is nowhere near Tribeca and seats 800 people. The Time gala will will include Apple CEO Tim Cook, Prime Minister Mia Mottley, filmmaker Taika Waititi, athlete Dwyane Wade, producer Mindy Kaling, former U.S. Senator John Kerry, musician Jon Batiste, and Bill Gates.

Luckily, Jon Batiste already got COVID when he performed at the Met Ball last month. The others are on their own!

MTV Movie Awards: JLo Wins Best Song, Olivia Rodrigo Beats the Beatles, and Laughter is Heard Everywhere

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The MTV Movie and Video Awards are being given. And it’s a competition between initials shortening phrases — JLO just beat a bunch of actually qualified people for Song of the Year. LOL. JLO, LOL.

Lopez beat — are you ready — “We Dont Talk About Bruno,”: the Jennifer Hudson song from “Respect,” Dominic Fike’s song from “Euphoria,” and Ariana Grande’s “Just Look Up” from “Don’t Look Up.”

What did she win with? Her song from a movie no one remembers already, called “Marry Me.” Know it? I didn’t think.

But it turns out MTV is giving JLO something called the Generation Award. So they couldn’t let her lose the only music award of the evening, even if it was preposterous.

No one is watching this show, as you might guess. And no one should. This is why awards shows no longer matter to the TV audience. They’ve been utterly devalued by these promotional trade offs with celebrities. The MTV Awards are no different than the People’s Choice. And how can a viewer or fan know the difference between this knock off kind of awards show and something semi-serious, like Grammys, Oscars, Emmys, Tony’s?

PS An infomercial documentary about Olivia Rodrigo just beat the Beatles “Get Back” project by Peter Jackson. I am howling.

Morbius No More: Movie Audience Sends Message to Sony Pictures As Re-release Flops

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The movie audience has spoken. They’ve sent a message to Sony Pictures: Please, no more “Morbius.”

For some reason, Sony put the failed Marvel adventure back into 1,000 theaters this weekend after it had trickled down to just 83.

The result was a $300,000 weekend, meaning Sony made half of that. Very people went to see the already well-played film. On Friday and Sunday, the average per theater was $82. It was a little better on Saturday, with $125.

But the experiment was a waste of time. It also engendered a lot of ribbing on social media. As I told you Saturday, even the movie’s star, Jared Leto, mocked the idea of a sequel.

“Morbius,” a spin off from the Spider Man universe, will likely get cut back down size this Friday before ending its unheralded run just south of $74 million.

Mariah Carey Sued Over “Christmas” Song: Read Her History of Paying Settlements for Songs She “Wrote”

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Mariah Carey is being sued for allegedly picking off “All I Want for Christmas” from another songwriter. Does he have a case? Maybe not. But in the past, Mariah settled these kinds of suits left and right.

It’s ironic that the suit comes a week before she’s inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.; Mariah has never written a song by herself. She owes all of her catalog to collaborators who are not in the SHOF, from the “Christmas” writer Walter Afanasieff to Ben Margulies, who wrote “Vision of Love” and the other seminal hits from her first album.

I wrote a feature about Mariah’s legal issues with songwriters for “Spin” 20 years ago. The magazine was terrified and cut it to pieces. But the bones were still there. I was in the weeds of the LA Superior Court files and dug out all the details. One of Mariah’s minions even sent someone to see a songwriter while wearing a “wire” and recording the guy. The tape wound up in the evidence.

Here’s a story I wrote back in 2004 recapping this whole mess.

A California appeals court has done the one thing Carey must fear most in life, aside from having to do business with Tommy Mottola again: It’s reinstated a dismissed case and given two songwriters who claim Carey plagiarized them a chance to go ahead with their case.

The song in question is “Thank God I Found You,” a No. 1 hit Mariah had in 1999 with the group Xscape singing back up and Jermaine Dupri credited as producer.

Songwriter Seth Swirsky — who’s got 30 gold and platinum records and is married to the head of EMI Music Publishing — says that “Thank God” is in fact a re-doing of “Just One of Those Love Songs,” a track he and Warryn Campbell wrote for Xscape.

A chain exists linking Dupri and Xscape (featuring regular Carey back-up singer Kandi Burruss) to Carey. But more interestingly, Swirsky — who is also well-known as a writer of baseball books — may have the smoking gun.

When he first discovered that he’d been ripped off, he called the studio where Carey recorded the song, and requested a copy of the work tape that was used when Carey was composing with producers Jimmy Jam Harris and Terry Lewis.

“You can hear Mariah saying to them, I have a tune stuck in my head,” Swirsky told me yesterday. “They don’t know, they’re just writing down what she says.”

Work tapes and notebooks of writing sessions have haunted Carey in other plagiarism cases, of which there have been plenty over the years.

One contentious, unresolved case — morally, if not legally — involved the song “Hero.” Christopher Selletti, a limo driver, claimed that he wrote the lyrics as a poem, then handed them to his passenger, R&B legend Sly Stone, who in turn passed them to Carey.

Selletti was overpowered by Carey’s lawyers at every turn through an arduous process, and the case was dismissed over and over by federal judge Denny Chin.

Nevertheless, questions linger, since Carey’s defense was that she was commissioned to write the song as the theme for a Dustin Hoffman movie of the same name. But the movie “Hero” was released six weeks before Carey’s workbook says she wrote the song.

Carey also got into trouble with a song she called “Can’t Let Go.” Writers Sharon Taber and Ron Gonzalez said it was their song, “Right Before My Eyes.” Carey paid out $1 million to them in a settlement stipulating that no plagiarism ever took place.

On the work tape for that song, Carey tells collaborator Walter Afanasieff: “It’s too much like our other song. … What was the section from the George Michael thing?” At another point: “You know what doing it this, this way that I was thinking is more like a Janet Jackson thing where it’s like … not that I want to be like her. …”

Before she spent the $1 million to make the Taber-Gonzalez case go away, Carey sent then-manager Randy Hoffman, partner of her then-husband Tommy Mottola, to see back-up singer Billy T. Scott, who had evidently played “Right Before My Eyes” for her.

Hoffman went in with a wire and recording device, hoping to get Scott to contradict himself. The tape transcript wound up in the public court record, and I got to hear it a few years ago.

“Your actions speak louder than words,” Scott — who was also offered his own gospel album by Sony, according to sources — told an unsuccessful Hoffman at one point. “They always have.”

Carey has several other blots on her record in the songwriting department, including lifting the music from Maurice White’s famous hit by the Emotions, called “Best of My Love,” and re-recording it without his permission or knowledge as “Emotions.” White called his lawyers, who secured a hefty payment.

“Sampling is one thing,” White said, “but she took the whole song.”

Carey and company paid roughly half a million dollars to Detroit songwriter Kevin McCord; a musicologist had testified that “Make It Happen,” which was credited to Carey and C&C Music Factory, had heavily borrowed from McCord’s song, “I Want to Thank You,” which had been a minor hit for Alicia Myers some years earlier — albeit recorded in a different key.

But Mariah has quite possibly met her match in Seth Swirsky, who says, “I don’t consider her a bona fide songwriter.” Unlike the writers in these other cases, he has the resources and the resumé to keep fighting for his rights.

“I’m trying to defend one of my children,” he says.

Again, unlike in the other cases, Swirsky’s other “children” are famous, including “Tell It to My Heart” for Taylor Dayne, and “Love Is a Beautiful Thing” for Al Green — currently heard in an Almay commercial.

He’s had songs recorded by Celine Dion, Rufus Wainwright, Smokey Robinson and Air Supply. His own new album, “Instant Pleasure,” full of Beatlesque pop songs, can be heard at www.sethsroom.com.

“Top Gun: Maverick” Made $86 Million Since Friday, Will Hit $300 Million on Monday

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Since there’s not much in theaters to see, and the audience passed on surgery as the new sex, the news this morning is not a surprise.

“Top Gun: Maverick” made an astonishing $86 million in its second weekend, finishing today at $291 million. Tomorrow it will cross $300 million.

On Friday this thing crossed the $200 million mark! It actually picked up steam!

Most blockbusters in their second weekend fall around 50%. This one declined by only 32%.

What’s going on? When I was in a theater last weekend for “Downton Abbey,” a young woman told me she’d already seen “Maverick” four times. Four times! She could have been reading Proust, or going to an opera, or studying Greek. Instead, she was watching Tom Cruise and co, fly around attacking an unknown enemy and possibly starting World War III! Amazing!

Paramount execs must be drinking all weekend and having wild parties. Several years of silence, except for “A Quiet Place,” have turned up the noize! With a z!

Box Office: “Crimes” Don’t Pay as Neon’s Body Horror Cronenberg Revival Makes Just $1.1 Mil

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The publicists at Neon and Cinetic did everything they could to keep me away from “Crimes of the Future.” I’m grateful to them now!

The David Cronenberg body horror surgery fest fetched just $1.1 million over four days. No one wanted to see it, and no one did. I think we’re all the better for it, too. Many people walked out in Cannes, and then walked out again here in the 773 theaters where it played here.

Cronenberg is a very fine filmmaker with two disparate personalities. One of them loves this unwatchable (for some) horror, the other made movies like “Eastern Promises” and “A History of Violence,” his best work. For film freaks, the horror genre works as something ironic. For people who just want to be entertained for two hours, “disgusting” is not welcome on the menu.

So “Crimes” is a write off for Neon. Maybe it will come in my Oscars DVD package in the winter. That way at last I can fast forward through the really grotesque stuff.

(Watch) Queen Elizabeth II Appears in a Jubilee Video with Paddington Bear

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Queen Elizabeth looks pretty damn good for 96 years old. She appeared in a video tonight shown in Britain with Paddington Bear. It was much easier than attending a rock concert, which was going on her front yard with Elton John, Diana Ross, Rod Stewart, Alicia Keys and others.

Rue Britannia!