I have no idea of whether these are remotely worthy of conversation, but…
Package 1
Package 2
This image was left out of the package, presumably for focus issues, though I like the way it looks. In any case, this is the moment when Sam Jackson brought Carl Lee Hailey to the party…
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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
At least Sam is enjoying it all. It’s nice to see an actor so enthused for a genre film of this nature.
I just think it’s funny that you have the word “package” underneath a picture that looks like you’re trying to shoot up that guy’s shorts.
Jeff Wells wrote this weekend that an audience member at the Snakes on a Plane event asked Jackson if the snakes really deserved to die. Jackson’s enthusiastic response, of course, was “Yes, they deserve to die, and I hope they burn in hell!”
I’ve been smiling at that since I read it.
The shot of him with his fist in the air… that was the moment he did that, Eric…
^^^Where is that photo? I don’t see it.
I did not go to Snakes on a Plane, but I did see the Alfonso Cuaron presentation on Children of Men, Frank Miller and the gang from The 300, and the Rodriguez and Tarantino show. Oh, and Battlestar Galactia. And I will post something when I am not so tired that thinking about writing more than a paragraph makes me need a nap.
I had heard all the stories about CCI and never quite believed them… I do now…
Lynn, going back to sleep
Ah… The Graphics Goddess left it out… apparently, she was focus fearful… adding it above…
Dude, that wasn’t Jules Winfield that said that– it was Carl Lee Hailey from A Time to Kill!
But I guess they all look alike to you… when you’re THE MAN.
Clealry, I am not geek enough… corrected it above… thanks…
I thought it was Pulp Fiction too. I didn’t think A Time To Kill had given the world anything of note, aside from the gorgeous Mr. McConaughey, but clearly I was wrong.
Yeah, i recognised it as from A Time to Kill – the only thing I thought of was how many people there would have known it was from that?!
It was the centerpiece of the trailer, if memory serves.
Josh is right, it was all over the advertising.
The line has also made a bit of a comeback since it was used in a parody on Chappelle’s Show.