Lisa Bonet in one of the sexiest performances in history, in Angel Heart (1987).

Angel Heart is a combination horror movie and detective film noir (bayou sub-genre), and it’s a terrific example of a filmmaker completely controlling the film’s spooky, ominous atmosphere. The plot is incredibly complicated and confusing, and the details sometimes seem to make no sense, but that may actually be an asset in this case, in that it takes the film deeper into your head, and makes it seem even darker and more mysterious. What we do know is that a low-rent detective named Harry Angel is hired by a mysterious client to find Johnny Favorite, a missing singer. It seems that Mr. Favorite was one serious sleazebag, engaged in some blasphemously evil practices.

At one time I wanted to figure out some of the most confusing details, so I read the prize-winning book upon which the film is based, then lent it to a friend to read. Between the two of us, we had no more clue after reading and discussing the book than before we started it. I think you have to just accept that it is some dark, evil stuff, and forget about trying to tie it down with tight logic. I can’t say much more because the mystery is much more fun if you try to solve it along with Harry Angel.

Betts got 28 out of the 30 votes. Yelich got 29.

Yelich was the unanimous choice among position players. The other first place vote went to a pitcher (deGrom). Javier Baez was named on all 30 ballots, but none of them placed him first.

Yelich led the league in the key Sabermetric stats (OPS and WAR), and many of the traditional stats as well (slugging and batting averages). After the All-Star break, Yelich hit .367 with 25 homers. He totally carried the team during their final stretch drive, batting .370 with 34 RBI in the final month. In the final eight-game winning streak that carried the Brewers past the Cubs to the division championship, Yelich batted .458 with a .649 on-base percentage, and he averaged more than two RBI per game.

Betts and Mike Trout got almost all of the 1-2 votes in the AL. Betts was first or second on every ballot, while Trout was on 25/30. Trout did receive a position on every ballot, but five of the voters placed him somewhere from third to fifth.

“It’s not a big deal,” Trump told Fox News in an interview on Friday. “What they said, though, is that we have to create rules and regulations for conduct, etcetera. We’re going to write them up. It’s not a big deal. If he misbehaves, we’ll throw him out or we’ll stop the news conference.”

Yes, Trump is right (for a change). If there had been a formal rule that said each reporter is entitled to one question, no follow-ups, and must then yield the mic, and if the rule had been universally applied without exception, then the White House could remove the press pass of anyone who violated the rules.

Normally such a rule would not really be necessary, but the word “normally” never applies to President Trump, does it? There is so much antagonism between him and the press corps, that a rigid set of rules is necessary, and there probably ought to be a “sergeant-at-arms” to enforce the rules, rather than having Trump do it himself. (Because you know he’ll apply them arbitrarily, allowing Fox News ten softball questions, then removing CNN for asking two contentious ones, thereby invalidating the rules and sending everything back to square one.)

Personally, I don’t think press conferences should be done by having people shouting for attention and having the president call on the people he prefers. Instead of orderly questioners, these reporters look like people trying to get seats on Aeroflot in the Soviet days. If it were my decision, I’d have all the reporters write out questions, throw them in a bowl, and have one designated reporter (different each time) to pull them out at random and read them, throwing out any that duplicated previous questions. Just as with any other method, the President would decide when to quit.

Apparently they made a copy-paste error in a completely separate case which inappropriately inserted Assange’s name into public court records.

Wow. Talk about dumbass moves.

(Assange was supposed to be charged secretly, I guess.)

“It’s unclear what Assange, who’s been living in the Ecuadorean Embassy in London since 2012, has been charged with. The existence of the charges was revealed in an August filing unsealed this month and confirmed Friday by a person familiar with the matter. The document begins with arguments related to the correct case, then picks up abruptly on the second page, saying ‘no other procedure is likely to keep confidential the fact that Assange has been charged.’”

Canada: Land of Excitement

The Supreme Court of Canada agreed Thursday to hear the case of a woman who was ticketed and arrested after she refused to hold onto an escalator handrail.

That fiend! I know Canada doesn’t believe in the death penalty, but they should probably make an exception in this case.

I have to say, though, as dumb as this is, that it must be great to live in a country where the police and the courts have nothing more pernicious than this to occupy their time.

Which reminds me.

One day when I lived in Norway, the major Oslo newspaper had a headline about a purse stolen at the airport. We’re talkin’ a major headline here, giant type, like “Pearl Harbor Bombed” or “Hitler Invades Poland.” And, yes, it was very nice to live in, and especially to raise children in, a country that safe and dull. (Sorry, but you won’t be able to recreate that. I hear that Norway now has sleaze and crime just like everyplace else.)

Liz Hurley, 53, wears a perilously plunging dress to celebrate American tradition with Trump’s man in London.

The Daily Mail asks, “Is that gown REALLY suitable for Thanksgiving dinner with the US ambassador?”

Well of course it is. Low-cut dresses ARE American tradition, perhaps the most important one! By the way, Hurley has gone Full Trump with the suntan. She lives in England; it’s November; yet she’s darker than Tan Mom. (Apparently this has something to do with the Maldives or endives or one of the big dives.)