Well, Tiger Woods' caddie Steve Williams didn't have to shoot that meddlesome prankster of a plane down with a portable rocket launcher.
The FAA did it for Tiger — and the overlords of Augusta National in green jackets.
The plane flying the banner "Tiger: Did you mean Bootyism?" as it circled over Augusta (visible from The Masters' course) was grounded by the Federal Aviation Administration over a minor repair issue. A disputed minor repair issue. FAA flight safety inspectors issued the order after meeting with the pilot of the mysterious single-engine Cessna. The advertising agency that hired the plane refuses to say who commissioned the banner. (There's only about three dozen mistresses to choose from!)
Still, the issue here isn't the hiring, but rather this Tiger and Masters' convenient grounding. The advertising agency (Air America Aerial Ads) claims that the only safety issue that's been cited was a seatbelt that didn't comply with FAA standards.
Doesn't everyone know that the grounding is worse than the crime? Or in this case, the slight humiliation.
Tiger followed up his first-round 68 with a second-round 70. He's only two shots back of British co-leaders Ian Poulter and Lee Westwood heading into the weekend, tied with his usual punching-bag Phil Mickelson at 6-under.
And all, anyone's talking about first is the Bootyism plane.
Michaela Coel and Ian McKellen in The Christophers.
Director Steven Soderbergh is one of those filmmakers who — aside from the Ocean’s series — never seems to make the same kind of movie twice. He is somehow able to adapt his abilities to all sorts of different stories, making each of them as compelling as any other. His latest masterclass is in the London-set film, The Christophers.
Lori Butler (Michaela Coel), who restores art for a living, is approached by brother and sister Sallie and Barnaby Sklar (Jessica Gunning and James Corden) with a scheme. They want her to become the new assistant for their aging father, Julian (Ian McKellen), a famous artist known for a series called “The Christophers,” in order to gain access to unfinished paintings from the series and complete them herself.
Lori accepts the deal despite having some uneasy feelings about Julian, with whom she had a bad interaction years ago. Julian is just as wary, both because he knows of his children’s interest in the unfinished works, and because he would prefer to be left in peace. Although the trepidation on both sides continues for the bulk of the story, a grudging respect arises between two artists who know skill when they see it.
Directed by Soderbergh and written by Ed Solomon, who last collaborated on No Sudden Move, the film is astonishing in its ability to be compelling with such a small story. Much of the film is spent inside Julian’s multi-story home as Julian and Lori have low-level confrontations about a variety of things, including the meaning of his art, her abilities, the fate of the remaining “Christophers,” and more. Each conversation brings out more detail about their worldviews and their thoughts about their lot in life.
Much of the success of the film lies in the performances of McKellen and Coel. The 86-year-old McKellen has not lost his ability to astonish with the spoken word, and the monologues he delivers are engrossing even when they’re about mundane things. Coel, best known for the 2020 HBO show I May Destroy You, is a great foil for McKellen, never backing down from his challenges and giving her own unique takes on her lines.
While the film can be enjoyable for non-art lovers, those who appreciate the vagaries of the art world will have a lot to chew on. Soderbergh and Solomon debate a lot of aspects of art, including whether it’s possible to separate the art from the person making it, why some art is valued more than others, the ethics of forgery, and more. Because the film is about a fictional artist, it gives the filmmakers a bit more freedom in their criticisms.
Aside from McKellen and Coel, Gunning (Baby Reindeer) and Corden are the only other two people who get significant screen time in the film. Both of them are, let’s say, acquired tastes, and each gives an elevated performance that matches the energy of their respective characters. Tilly Botsford makes a nice impression in a small role as Julian’s masseuse.
Soderbergh’s last three films — Presence, Black Bag, and now The Christophers — have nothing in common other than the expert filmmaker helming all of them. When you can make a ghost story, a spy film, and a small film about artists equally interesting, you know you’re doing something right.
