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Bruce Robinson: We are required to listen to the wrong voices

in the upcoming UK-themed edition of Chicago-based slick StopSmiling, majordomo JC Gabel takes a flight to Blighty to the rural farm of undersung screenwriter, novelist and ranteur Bruce Robinson. The 12-page takeout includes pics of Robinson’s toc_cover_26_4.jpgworkspaces, and lots of the same sort of blunt flights of fancy and disfavor as in his scripts for Withnail & I and an adaptation of Hunter S. Thompson‘s “Rum Diaries” he’s slated to direct (for the first time since 1992’s producer-mangled Jennifer 8) with Johnny Depp. The piece is not online, but concludes with greater than a solid page, in 10-point type, of the 59-year-old writer on the world today, of which this is only a modest swatch of articulation: “This war on terror is preposterous and will create ten terrorists for every one it kills. It’s Orwellian in scope, Truly Orwellian, and the preserve of maniacs… Criticize Bush, Rumsfeld, et al, ‘Oh you’re anti-American, are you?’ No, Mr. Bush, I am not anti-American, I am anti-you. It’s an obscene con, a trick, manipulated to try and put dissent on the side of the ‘terrorists.’ Obscene. I’m not on the side of bin fucking Laden, or any other of these peculiar murderers. And I am not anti-American. I adore America… [But not] the American of snatch-squads and secret prison camps. It is the America of the Constitution of the United States. I think the Constitution of the United States ranks among the greatest documents ever written, it stands next to the Magna Cara, which I also have a profound fondness for. What I’m anti is these men, who by their deceit would seem to deny the content of these documents, constituting the best form of government human beings have ever invented—democracy. I am not on the side of the terrorists… Nobody tells us about the tragedy of Iraq. We’re blinded in a blizzard of lies. pinterbean1324.jpgThe truth is too shameful to tell. When our greatest living writer, Harold Pinter, won the greatest literary prize on Earth, the Nobel Prize, it didn’t even make BBC TV news. Any British slut who’d come third in the Eurovision song contest would have been all over the news. But not Pinter. Why? Because Pinter tells the truth and they’re terrified of hearing it. From the moment we open our eyes in the morning to closing them at night, we are bludgeoned with propaganda. I beg your pardon, spin. We are required to listen to the wrong voices. To get at their oil, we dehumanize people who invented writing 6,000 years before Shakespeare. Iraq invented language, algebra, astronomy and our propaganda converts them into screeching ragheads in their own streets…halli2357.jpg I much admire Bob Geldof et al for the effort—Band Aid, Live Aid, whatever—but they’re piss in the ocean, cynically used as photo-ops for the politicians. Rock stars can’t change Africa. Exxon, Halliburton, BP and Shell can. Cut to the guy in the new car ad, with the blonde in a miniskirt next to him on an empty road—driving into the eternal good life. But beyond the horizon are those starving kids with flies around their eyes.” [More on Mr. B. from his publisher, Bloomsbury.]

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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.”
~ Hampton Fancher

“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