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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
What did the stupid arrogant blond say???
What exactly is a “fart urn”?
Am I the only one that notices the “XIIII” rather than a “XIV”?
Just wait for XIIIII
There’s no way there are 14 of them already, fuck, time flies even when you’re not having fun.
What did she say? You say it twice, I have the volume cranked, and I don’t have ear phones that work to play detective.
Did everyone just MISS the fucking Siena Miller story that was everywhere last week?
Why? Who’s fucking Sienna Miller now?
shitsburgh
If they knew what they liked, they wouldn’t live in Shittsburg.
Isn’t that like the third time David has asked about what the most expensive thing on the menu is?
The answer? BRAINWASHING.
You should take your hat off when in a restaurant, Poland. You’re not a frat boy.
lonelydave49
I notice the faux attempt to be happier and more joyous.
It makes you look uncomfortable.
I am Spam Dooley and it really IS Shittsburgh.
Thanks for the faux critique, Spammy. What’s your endgame?
lonelydave 49
mine is the same as always- to learn and improve my lot in life.
it suck cleaning out lavatories.
you ready to share yours?
(and it was a real critique)
I am SPAM DOOLEY and I took the cookies from the cookie jar!
Spam, do you ever…watch movies?
jeffty
Yes
I loved DEPARTED
A tip for Mr. Dooley…
1. Insert the barrel between your teeth, making sure not to force it so hard that you chip
said teeth and not rapidly enough that you cause bleeding from your soft pallet. Pain from said bleeding might distract you from the work at hand.
2. Confirm that barrel is planted firmly against the apex of the roof of the mouth.
3. Once barrel is inserted properly squeeze- do not pull- the trigger. Pulling could cause bullet to attain improper trajectory.
4. World begins spinning just a little bit faster.
Argen
If you were FUNNY instead of stupid and derivative you’d have a few friends and not have to make do returning coke bottles.
BE FUNNY you twat.
I am Spam Dooley and I am Not Spock!
If I was trying to be funny I’d have thrown in some jokes.
I have plenty of friends. What I don’t have is hours of uninterrupted surfing pleasure due to fuckwits like you.
Hence the post.
You are Spam Dooley and your act is as tired as vaudeville.
What was Argen’s ‘derivative’ part?
I was hoping someone else would use the “I loved DEPARTED” thing, as in “why don’t you join them”, but it didn’t happen.