{"id":17344,"date":"2021-11-03T09:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-11-03T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/?p=17344"},"modified":"2024-03-02T21:13:51","modified_gmt":"2024-03-03T05:13:51","slug":"a-very-harveys-hellhole-thanksgiving","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/a-very-harveys-hellhole-thanksgiving\/","title":{"rendered":"A Very Harvey&#8217;s Hellhole Thanksgiving"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>Welcome to Harvey\u2019s Hellhole, a monthly column devoted to spotlighting the movies that were poorly marketed, mishandled, reshaped, neglected or just straight-up destroyed by Harvey Weinstein, during his reign as one of the most powerful studio chiefs in Hollywood. This month, we discuss not one, but two Thanksgiving-themed comedies that were distributed by Miramax but have failed to become beloved favorites this time of year.&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There isn\u2019t a huge market for Thanksgiving movies, is there? Sure, Thanksgiving is the time of year when family and friends get together, give thanks over turkey and cranberry sauce, etc. But, since Christmas is around the corner, and it\u2019s kinda easier celebrating that holiday than Thanksgiving (with its highly questionable story of Pilgrims and Native Americans breaking bread), you don\u2019t see a lot of Turkey Day movies getting greenlit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But a few have shown up here and there. Miramax has even dropped a couple that you would call anti-Thanksgiving movies, dark-hearted holiday offerings that are proof that maybe hanging out with the fam isn\u2019t always the best idea this time of year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let\u2019s start with the movie where the twins smash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Released in 1997, <em>The House of Yes<\/em> was the directorial debut of Mark Waters, the brother of <em>Heathers<\/em> screenwriter Daniel Waters. Just like his big bro, Mark Waters used his first film to make a black comedy about unleashed, upper-crust depravity. Adapted from Wendy MacLeod\u2019s chatterbox of a play, the equally caffeinated <em>Yes<\/em> is a bizarro tribute to the Kennedys, with indie empress Parker Posey wearing the pillbox crown as Jackie O.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A longtime admirer of Camelot-era Jacqueline Onassis, she\u2019s a deeply unhinged gal barely keeping it together during a hurricane-fueled Thanksgiving night, circa 1983. She awaits the arrival of her twin brother\/lover Marty (Josh Hamilton), who shows up to the Virginia manor with an unexpected surprise: his fianc\u00e9e Lesly (Tori Spelling).&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yeah, Jackie doesn\u2019t like this one bit. She would much rather have Marty all to herself, so they can kinkily recreate the day JFK was shot, complete with a gun filled with blanks. Lesly soon learns her normalcy is no match for Marty\u2019s batshit clan, which also includes Freddie Prinze, Jr. as the horny little brother and Genevi\u00e8ve Bujold as the unbothered matriarch.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>While <em>Yes<\/em> was bankrolled by Spelling\u2019s TV-icon dad Aaron and his Spelling Entertainment company, it\u2019s an obvious vehicle for Posey. Back then, ol\u2019 girl was known as indie cinema\u2019s most precious resource, popping up in films from such auteurs as Richard Linklater, Noah Baumbach and, of course, Christopher Guest. Who better to give her a star turn than the folks at Miramax? (Like so many Miramax films back then, it was acquired by the studio after it premiered at Sundance earlier that year.)&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Even though Posey works her manipulative, motor-mouthed magic in this, audiences weren\u2019t too keen on checking out a film where siblings do it during the holidays. (It\u2019s bad enough it was released during that not-so-great incest wave of \u201897, where it seemed every film that came out that year had an incestous subplot.) Despite its $1.5 million budget, the movie ended up grossing $626,057. Critics were mixed \u2014 while Siskel &amp; Ebert gave it two thumbs down, <em>Entertainment Weekly<\/em>\u2019s Owen Gleiberman was more forgiving, calling it \u201ca kitsch melodrama that dares to make incest sexy.\u201d Nevertheless, a lot of people ended up saying no to <em>Yes<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"576\" src=\"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/tadpole-1024x576.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-17345\" srcset=\"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/tadpole-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/tadpole-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/tadpole.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>For all its twin-banging, <em>Yes<\/em> still isn\u2019t as creepy as what the late Gary Winick (he died of brain cancer in 2011 at age 49) hit audiences with in 2002 with <em>Tadpole<\/em>, yet another Sundance entry snapped up by Harvey and them. Shot on a $150,000 budget and recorded on that scourge of early-2000s indie cinema \u2014 the digital-video camcorder \u2014 this dry trip through the land of pretentiousness has Aaron Stanford (who played Pyro in a couple of <em>X-Men<\/em> movies) as Oscar, a 15-year-old boarding school student who comes home to New York for Thanksgiving. Even though girls his age (including a young Kate Mara) continuously have eyes for him, his heart belongs to only one woman: his stepmother Eve (Sigourney Weaver).&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Since Oscar is an entitled little shit \u2014 he speaks French <em>and<\/em> reads Voltaire \u2014 he honestly thinks he has a shot wooing Eve away from his oblivious, history-professor dad (John Ritter \u2014 man, I miss dude!). But Oscar believes he screwed up his chances when, after getting drunk at the only New York bar that doesn\u2019t card teens, he has a one-night stand with Eve\u2019s saucy chiropractor pal Diane (Bebe Neuwirth). When the cat gets let out the bag during a tense, post-Thanksgiving dinner, Diane is less guilty about it than Oscar. \u201cIf you hadn\u2019t met somebody in a really long time who was really excited about life, you would consider a 15-year-old,\u201d she later tells Eve, as though teenage boys are the hot, new accessory this winter.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>If it wasn\u2019t the fact that <em>Tadpole<\/em> is co-written by a woman, one could easily assume that this is some masturbatory, male-teen fantasy, where a nerdy prig easily makes women both young and old quite moist. It\u2019s sadly no surprise that it&nbsp; became a modest hit, grossing $3.2 million worldwide. It\u2019s still an icky number, a solid reminder that sex with minors \u2014 no matter how many popular, Pornhub searches tell you otherwise \u2014 is always a bad idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Interestingly enough, both Waters and Winick went on to direct popular teen comedies (Waters directed the <em>Freaky Frida<\/em>y remake in 2003, while Winick directed <em>13 Going on 30<\/em> in 2004) where their teen-girl protagonists explored their adult side. While they\u2019re more known for those films, people like me will always remember them for making Miramax-distributed Thanksgiving films where people kept it in the family \u2014 in more ways than one. <img decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-12029\" style=\"width: 21px;\" src=\"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/crookedc-01.svg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The House of Yes<em> is available to rent or buy. <\/em>Tadpole<em> is available to stream on Paramount+.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This month\u2019s look back at the cinematic misdeeds of Miramax is a holiday special, spotlighting two dysfunctional family Thanksgiving movies: <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":599,"featured_media":17346,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1399],"tags":[1498,1422],"class_list":["post-17344","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-looking-back","tag-harveys-hellhole","tag-looking-back"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17344","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/599"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17344"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17344\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22140,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17344\/revisions\/22140"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/17346"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17344"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17344"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17344"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}