At The Grove, here in L.A., four of this weekend’s new films are launching just after midnight tonight: National Treasure 2, Sweeney Todd, Walk Hard, and Charlie Wilson’s War.
The only film at over 50% capacity was Sweeney Todd… and it was at about 80% capacity in a 300+ seat theater. Not bad, but not overwhelming. And how was it for the rest? Ow.
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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
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~ David Simon
yeah, but the Grove is basically in WeHo, so naturally Sweeney Todd will do better than two films whose demo are going after the average american filmgoer and a comedy that skews lower middle class (ala talladega nights).
I’d argue that National Treasure’s and Charlie Wilson’s main audience don’t go see movies at midnight.
Walk Hard however, that is an ouch. We’ll see how it plays out on Sundy Evening.
It’s basically a battle for third.
National Treasure
I am Legend
Walk Hard
Charlie Wilson
Hopscotch: Does this mean you’re placing Sweeney Todd at No. 1, and Alvin at No. 2?
Walk Hard may do better than tracking. Cool they’re going for R. We’ll soon see if audience’s have any desire for Cox.
I just wanted to chime in and say I saw JUNO on Tuesday afternoon at the postmodern, epileptic seizure inducing METREON in San Francisco….and it was packed to the gills. I saw the 1:40 show and I was there right on time and still was relegated to those seats way down in front in a stadium seating type room.