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By David Poland poland@moviecitynews.com

Wheat Ripped From Chaff as Cindy Adams Previews Tribeca


Cindy Adams made seven film publicists very happy this morning when she devoted the majority of her column to one of her quintessentially probing festival previews. As I am positive that Adams–like yours truly–sacrificed a bleary-eyed weekend viewing screener after screener after screener while her mutts yapped and pissed themselves into convulsive shock, I am bumping her esteemed selections right to the top of my list.
Because you really need no more endorsement of Driving Lessons than “Harold and Maude without the sex,” or of Jason Patric as both Julia Roberts’ ex and Jackie Gleason’s grandson. Or of… oh, the hell with it. Read for yourself:

Cocaine Cowboys … A sweet little tale of transplanted New Yorker Jon Roberts, who unloaded $2 billion worth of cocaine and another kindly dude, Mickey Munday, who smuggled more than 10 tons of coke from the Medellin Cartel into the United States.

And there’s Torte Bluma, the 14-minute short that already won the Palm Springs and Los Angeles festivals. Director Benjamin Ross has a Golden Globe for the HBO film RKO 281 and is also the nephew of Brit p.r. great Freddie Ross Hancock.

That’s about all I’ll mention now since there are 174 films, 800 screenings, a 48-page guidebook, and this little downtown film festival is now more spread out than Kirstie Alley.

Only in New York, kids–though we would be happy to share custody of Adams if you want her.

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One Response to “Wheat Ripped From Chaff as Cindy Adams Previews Tribeca”

  1. “…stars Laura Linney and, in his first adult film, Rupert Grint, Harry Potter’s red-haired pal.”
    Possibly Ms. Adams and I have a conflicting understanding of the term “adult film”? Otherwise, color me intrigued!

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It shows how out of it I was in trying to be in it, acknowledging that I was out of it to myself, and then thinking, “Okay, how do I stop being out of it? Well, I get some legitimate illogical narrative ideas” — some novel, you know?

So I decided on three writers that I might be able to option their material and get some producer, or myself as producer, and then get some writer to do a screenplay on it, and maybe make a movie.

And so the three projects were “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,” “Naked Lunch” and a collection of Bukowski. Which, in 1975, forget it — I mean, that was nuts. Hollywood would not touch any of that, but I was looking for something commercial, and I thought that all of these things were coming.

There would be no Blade Runner if there was no Ray Bradbury. I couldn’t find Philip K. Dick. His agent didn’t even know where he was. And so I gave up.

I was walking down the street and I ran into Bradbury — he directed a play that I was going to do as an actor, so we know each other, but he yelled “hi” — and I’d forgot who he was.

So at my girlfriend Barbara Hershey’s urging — I was with her at that moment — she said, “Talk to him! That guy really wants to talk to you,” and I said “No, fuck him,” and keep walking.

But then I did, and then I realized who it was, and I thought, “Wait, he’s in that realm, maybe he knows Philip K. Dick.” I said, “You know a guy named—” “Yeah, sure — you want his phone number?”

My friend paid my rent for a year while I wrote, because it turned out we couldn’t get a writer. My friends kept on me about, well, if you can’t get a writer, then you write.”
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“That was the most disappointing thing to me in how this thing was played. Is that I’m on the phone with you now, after all that’s been said, and the fundamental distinction between what James is dealing with in these other cases is not actually brought to the fore. The fundamental difference is that James Franco didn’t seek to use his position to have sex with anyone. There’s not a case of that. He wasn’t using his position or status to try to solicit a sexual favor from anyone. If he had — if that were what the accusation involved — the show would not have gone on. We would have folded up shop and we would have not completed the show. Because then it would have been the same as Harvey Weinstein, or Les Moonves, or any of these cases that are fundamental to this new paradigm. Did you not notice that? Why did you not notice that? Is that not something notable to say, journalistically? Because nobody could find the voice to say it. I’m not just being rhetorical. Why is it that you and the other critics, none of you could find the voice to say, “You know, it’s not this, it’s that”? Because — let me go on and speak further to this. If you go back to the L.A. Times piece, that’s what it lacked. That’s what they were not able to deliver. The one example in the five that involved an issue of a sexual act was between James and a woman he was dating, who he was not working with. There was no professional dynamic in any capacity.

~ David Simon