#DAMMIT KYLE MOVIE#

#DAMMIT KYLE MOVIE#

I’m not complaining, truly, even if I’ve occasionally felt like everything I’ve learned about this movie has been against my will. This press tour has distant White House roots, and it has recent drama so random that it even roped in a member of Oasis.

The past few months, weeks, and days have involved process servers infiltrating Vegas schmoozefests, and Shia LaBeouf laying out some multimedia receipts. (Both at the premiere alone!) That’s not nearly all. Or Styles kissing Kroll, or Styles being accused of spitting on Pine. Or the lead starlet, in Pugh, who doesn’t seem to particularly want to acknowledge she’s even in the film. Such as the tales (and pics) of the met-on-set relationship between Wilde and Styles. (And Nick Kroll!) And yet it has been going through the shredder, showering the world with random confetti as a result. Oh sure, stuff goes astray-cringe late-night appearances here, ill-advised hookups there-but by and large, those are typically isolated incidents, just some talent gone gloriously rogue.Īnd then there is Don’t Worry Darling, a film whose press tour has been busy answering the question, What if all the fail-safes failed at the same time? Like, what if a movie’s protective promotional scaffolding were to suffer the same sort of systemwide catastrophic meltdown as the one that famously cut power to those fences holding the velociraptors at bay? Don’t Worry Darling is a lovely vision on paper: Director Olivia Wilde’s second feature film, starring Florence Pugh and Harry Styles and Chris Pine. Drama is literally everyone’s livelihood! And yet thanks to a vast infrastructure of publicists and managers and handlers of shit, things typically proceed in a somewhat orderly fashion. After all, movies are made by sprawling webs of people who are by turns gorgeous and loony charismatic and insecure technical geniuses and creative dweebs horny as hell. When you think about it, it’s a small, quotidian miracle that so many Hollywood press tours are such well-oiled, closely managed, borderline-bland affairs.

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