The deliberate inability of people to understand — on the day of SpaceX’s IPO no less — that Musk doesn’t actually have $1 trillion in cash to be grabbed by the revenuers and redistributors is kind of amazing.
Let me explain why I think Freddy resonates.
Lots of Europeans visit the USA as tourists. They visit New York City, or Washington DC, or Hollywood, or Las Vegas, and if they visit natural beauty too, they go to really crowded places like the Grand Canyon or Yellowstone.
So while they see our cultural and natural icons, they are mostly in blue cities and they therefore also see the decline, the homeless, the drugs, the dirt and the rude, rude Americans.
But Freddy is not doing that. Freddy is driving, and he’s doing it through the heartland, where people are kind and polite, the skies are wide open, and the bounty of Buc-ees and Bass Pro Shops are overwhelming.
Freddy is not seeing fentanyl and decline.
He is seeing the real, hopeful, patriotic, kind America that European tourists rarely traverse.
And he loves it.
That’s why Freddy is a phenomenon.
Five years. That's how long I chased this one. A script by Cameron Alexander that I fell in love with the moment I read it — a film that had passed through a lot of hands over the years, none of which quite knew what they were holding or how to treat it. I did. So I kept knocking, and I waited, until it was finally mine to look after.
I grew up around German Shepherds. My mum breeds and trains them, and I've always believed they're the best breed going — full stop. I wanted to make the definitive German Shepherd film, and in Cameron's pages, I saw it.
We redeveloped it together and brought on Andrew Simpson, the best dog trainer in the business — if you've seen the Malinois in John Wick, you've seen his work. Then I handed it to two dear friends, Damien Chazelle and Olivia Hamilton, who saw exactly what I saw: a gritty survival thriller made for the big screen. They took it to Paramount, who fell for it as hard as we had. Before I knew it, Brad Pitt had come aboard, with David Ayer directing — an absolute maestro — and we were shooting in New Zealand.
Here's the part that still gets me. Back in the 90s at Pinewood, I was a runner making Brad his tea and coffee on Interview with the Vampire. To now be one of the producers on what may be one of his very best films… I don't have a word for it other than: pinch me.
HEART OF THE BEAST. In cinemas September 25th.
I am so proud of this one. It's everything I hoped it would be.
And look — everybody loves a dog. It's about the only thing the whole world agrees on. So let me put your mind at ease right now: the dog does not die. You're welcome. 🐾
.@GovPritzker did not "eliminate" his planned gas tax hike, of course. He delayed it until after his election.
What makes this lazily fallacious tweet even more egregious is the fact that Pritzker has quietly squeezed Illinois drivers every year since 2019, and he made it so state lawmakers don't even have to cast a vote to make it happen!
In addition to doubling the state gas tax from 19 to 38 cents that year, he also implemented yearly inflationary gas tax increases that occur every July automatically.
There is no expiration date on these tax hikes. By 2056, the statewide gas tax could exceed $1 per gallon, which is five times higher than before Pritzker took office. Meanwhile, lawmakers get to avoid casting unpopular votes, dodging accountability from taxpayers entirely.
Not to mention, federal data shows fewer Illinois roads are considered "acceptable" now than in 2015, before these massive hikes began.
Who is still falling for this stuff?
That's our member behind the wheel. He was pulled out of the cab and suffered shock and physical injury to his arm, back and head.
The whole city is elated about our hometown team — and that includes drivers who watched the game last night at airport lots while waiting for the next fare, listened on their radios while cruising for the next job, and huddled at hotel lines with the same heart-stopping anxiety that turned into the most beautiful joy.
Pulling the cab driver out of his seat, stomping on and shattering his hood turned our joy into a nightmare.
When you see the yellow, do you not see the person behind the wheel? That's someone's spouse, child, parent or friend — a New Yorker.
He wasn’t out there for a joy ride, he was working to make ends meet and to get his fellow New Yorkers home safely.
Cabbies pay just to go to work. They pay for their cars — whether through loans or leases.
Drivers need safety on the job, both in the quiet moments of ordinary days and in the middle of public celebration.
Shame on anyone who turns these joyful moments into nightmares for fellow New Yorkers.
Downtown Chicago is in a complete economic free fall.
Depression level declines. Worse frankly.
We need a special session to enact statewide property tax caps to save the city from ruining itself.