Auditions for the Wonder Woman movie have hit full stride… here is a shot of a very powerful blogger (who cannot be named for legal reasons) who took some time off of her blog to get a costume together and perform for Joel Silver… and if he doesn’t hire her, she’s going to make his life hell!!!
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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
Um… just… wow.
Vic
I think Heat is looking for; “AHHHHHHHHH… a.”
Oh that wacky Roger Friedman.
I didn’t know Britney Spears auditioned for Wonder Woman after the VMAs. I think she looks great in the WW costume!
The third stage of John Travolta’s career continues as he tries to get back into action movies.
Well, there’s no point in her plane being invisible now.
Isn’t it hard to assert that you’re somehow above the childish shenanigans of Wells and Finke after you post something like this?
I feel no need to assert any such thing, Eric. And if I did, it would make no difference to anyone else. I only control my own choices. I can’t control your perception or anyone else’s, I have learned over time.
I do think there is a distinction between good natured fun and rageful efforts to hurt others. But if you don’t, that is completely your right.
Well, it seems every time you write about either of them, you preface it with “I know I shouldn’t be getting involved, but I just have to say this…”
As many others have pointed out in previous posts, you don’t retain the moral high ground just by acknowledging the childishness of your involvement. It’s still childish. And maybe a bit worse, because you make it clear that you know better.
And of course there is a difference, as you say, between playful and hurtful. Don’t accuse me of simplistic thinking. Would you really consider this post to be good-natured fun? This is hurtful and mean.
To whom, Eric? Everyone else who commented seemed to be simply amused.
It’s unnecessarily hurtful and mean to Nikki Finke, its intended target.
I don’t mean to sound like your mother, man, but your writing is so much better when it’s about the movies or the business, and not these personal swipes. If you want to be above the fray, then be above it.
I’m sure Nikki can take it.
She’s the most popular Hollywood blogger on the web. It comes with the territory.
Alright, I’m done. DP, no need to respond to the above, I’ve said my piece.
You’re done? No need for me to respond?
Well… now you know why I can’t play the game of trying to fit your idea of what is best for me to be writing/posting.
Being an authority figure with no authority is an interesting place to live. If I explain why Mason is factually wrong, I am being defensive. If I make a joke about a photo, I am being offensive.
In the end, I find that people like what I write when they agree and when they really dislike it, it usually is because they disagree, not because I am an asshole… in spite of what they write.
In the end, every time I start to think about what I should or should not be writing/posting, I have to remind myself that thinking about it is futile. I am what I am. And in context, I think it is pretty evident. I just wish more people bothered with context. Most people like to pull one idea or sentence or word out of context and make the entire body of my work about that one thing. And if that is how I judged my work, I’m sure I would find plenty of opportunity to hate it myself.
Seriously; a disagree about that old ass “BIG WOMAN WONDER-WOMAN” pic? It has some secret context? Who cares? Heat was being silly. If Heat cannot be silly on his own blog, then where can the brother be silly?
Eric, I thought it was pointless and mean too, but I didn’t respond to it (until now) because I thought, why bother.
Shiza, DP. Lighten up. In the past you’ve acknowledged with appreciation the contribution your commenters make to your site. You don’t have a comments section to rally a sycophantic peanut gallery, do you? That thin skin doesn’t become you, especially when your tank is fueled with high-testosterone gasoline. Especially when you enjoy serving up some snark with the main course.
With that in mind, and hopefully a dash of humorous self-deprecation in your heart, here’s the gauntlet thrown down:
Scrounge up a similar picture of yourself.
With equal measures of snark. And not a smidgen of cojones-laced self-aggrandizement allowed.
Sorry DP, but I think Nikke Finke is rather attractive, so this was lost on me.
This photo is of my great aunt. She was recently murdered in Saskatoon. It’s extremely hurtful to see it here.
Here’s a better gauntlet: Name five things over the past few years that we on this blog, through spirited argument, have changed your mind about.
She’s not the most popular Hollywood blogger on the web? Then who is?
Look, I think Nikki is pretty crazy and irresponsible too, but that doesn’t change how many people read DHD.
the man makes a joke and a funny one too. regular commenters jump all over his back for it. but d-po (i still like that) has the thin skin?
I have no idea what Nikke Finke looks like. When I saw this photo all I could think of was John Candy in those old SCTV skits where he played Divine.
Still doesn’t look as redonkuless as those dorks in the Episode 1 costumes!