There is something lovely and odd about that moment when the media has a crush on an actress like the media is now crushing on Amy Adams. The most lovely part is that Amy still seems to be keeping her head about her.
The images are from Focus’ Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day, due next March.
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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
Redheads…
Actually, I remember the first bloom of the crush at Sundance 2005, when she melted many hearts (including mine) in Junebug. But you’re right: It does seem to be reaching epidemic proportions right now.
OK, David “Mr. Broadway” Poland, that’s your cue: “Once I had a seeeeeeecret loooooooove……”
Give Amy Adams an Oscar nomination! She totally stole my heart in Enchanted. This is one of the rare times I think the media has it right. Adams can take the job that apparently Rachel McAdams doesn’t want.
Is that Josh Hartnett with her in the above pic?
Because then you might be looking at Mrs. Pettigrew Runs For A Week.
Plain, but winsome.
I knew that asshole (Tenenbaums y’all) looked familiar. That’s the PIEMAKER himself; LEE PACE. Amy Adams and Lee Pace in a movie? I am there.
Non-Lohan redheads = meh. Pasty and freckly legs don’t really do it for me.
But she’s still pretty and talented, though again I’ll ask why legit critics are foaming at the mouth for Adams in particular, while they’re their usual asexual, tweedy selves in the face of all the other, much more stunning leading ladies o’ the day. I must’ve missed Ken Turan’s love letter to Jessica Biel.
“But she’s beautiful AND can act,” you say?
Eh. Like 99% of the population, male and female, I only really care if the chick is hot.
The actual acting is kinda for dudes.
I thought the actor in the picture looked like Joaquin Phoenix with Patrick Dempsey hair. Random.
He actually looks like Peter Lawford. LexG… you are like a 3rd generation copy.
The media loves Amy Adams because she has this old school moviestar quality, and not just some “hot girl” of the 21st century i.e. Jessica Biel.
And Amy Adams is hot.
“LexG… you are like a 3rd generation copy.”
I’m assuming, as that’s your third or fourth such remark in the last couple weeks, that you’re egotistically accusing me of somehow aping YOUR shtick. While I’m ecstatic that my brilliance has finally registered with you, I’ve been posting here for well over a year, not to mention under various, variant “Lex” monikers on DVD and movie message boards since 2002. And always with the same perspective and pretty much the same personality.
While your absurdist and amusingly prolonged usage of the (intentionally?) unfunny and wack-as-fuck “Heat” taunts, and confrontational demeanor are generally amusing enough to me, I can’t say I’ve otherwise given your posts or personality that much thought, let alone gone out of my way to PATTERN MY *INTERNET POSTING STYLE*, as if anyone in the world gives a fuck, on yours.
Anyway, AA was great in JUNEBUG, seems likable and sweet enough, but she isn’t even one of the 50 hottest chicks in movies these days, so no amount of “channeling the old-school movie divas!” (as if any straight guy should care) will convince me she’s a more important or interesting actrees than, say, Jordana Brewster or Ashlee Simpson.
Lex: You’re right in that IOIO…etc. is in no place to be pointing fingers, but I find your “I’m Really A Witty And Intelligent Woman But I’m Dumbing It Down Because I’m Rock And Roll” schtick a breath of stale air. You’re both trying too hard. Your last post about not giving a shit about Adams’ thespian qualities because “acting is for dudes” and how you really only care if someone’s hot…it’s a little juvenile. You wanna defend Ridley Scott, fine; we all have our weaknesses. But stop trying to pretend like plastic and surface is cool, and for god’s sake, don’t even call attention to the fact that you even have an “internet posting style”. This is no place to get all meta.
And for the record, I think “Miami Heat” is pretty funny, and not in that forced benzedrine bullshit way with which you’re peddling for street cred.
Wait, LexG is really a woman? I don’t get it.