"The Bald President."

In the last week I've taken out two films from the Los Feliz library, The Interview and Wag The Dog. Being very apropos with reality. The former film is sadly a silly fucking shambles, unlike the other excellent Franco  Rogen apocalypse vehicle This Is The End.

I was on the phone to my brother a few days ago, recommending it improbably enough to him. Imagine his enthusiasm. Yeah. You can't. And I said, "Your favourite actor, JONAH HILL is in it."
     And he said, "Who?"
     I said, Jonah Hill. From your favourite film, The Wizard of Wall Street."
     He said, "The Wolf of Wall Street. Yes I saw the film but I found it morally dubious."
     "I thought you loved that film."
     "I do not."
      "I was sure it was you."
      This is like my father pretending he doesn't know who Dog the Bounty Hunter is.

Meanwhile Wag The Dog really is a masterpiece. Believe I saw it at the cinema at the time, but I'd forgotten everything about it.

MY POINT:

In the DVD extra featurette, which had some interesting interviews in it, Budd Schulberg recalled remarking to Elia Kazan that because of the advent of television,  Eisenhower  would be the last bald President, because bald men didn't look like proper celebrities.

"Well we've got one now," I responded to M. Schulberg on the TV screen. "We got one now, indeed we have. I mean President Trump. I'm referring to Donald 'John' Trump, AKA 'Bald Johnny.' It's a fact: PRESIDENT TRUMP IS BALD! And all that ethereal scrub, brush and humus he scrapes across his buck naked pate is so much fluff and dandruff –– shadows and dust –– a transient cobweb on the night air!"