This entry about the very valuable LAByrinth Theater Co was hijacked in comments by insanity. I am not removing the comments… and I hope that any need to be “wacky” will continue to limit itself to this entry and not spill over into the new entry… even if there is not a single relevant comment on that entry.
A little respect, please…
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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
How do people become actors? It’s like the most impossible shit ever. Like, some jank-ass NOHO theater doesn’t exactly get you into THE GETAWAY 94 and SCENT OF A WOMAN, so MAD PROPS to any STAGE DUDE who somehow gets DISCOVERED and gets into movies.
Fuck it, I’m auditioning for EVERY REALITY SHOW GOING. THEATER is too much fucking work.
I just want to BANG CHICKS.
MOVIES >>>>> THEATER.
Think any hot-ass groupies are lining up to FUCK stage actors?
PUSSY MAKEZ THE WORLD GO ROUND YEP YEP BITCH-ASS.
Now a message from Riley Martin… friend of the aliens and BROADWAY ACTORS! “Hey man… uh… you are talking out your ass man. You a sad motherfucker with all of this rambling about no actors on broadway having groupies. Motherfucker… uh… these actors get laid from groupies. You sorry ass bastard. Uh… uh… motherfucker.”
“some jank-ass NOHO theater doesn’t exactly get you into THE GETAWAY 94 and SCENT OF A WOMAN”
Is that the sound of 15-year-old dashed hopes?
In other news, I still hate you.
Not you, IOI.
Hate? Hate of people online? Really? Huh.
Are you being second-level sarcastic or third-level?
I WANT TO BE A ROCK STAR.
I WANT TO BE A FUCKING METAL ROCK STAR.
I WANT TO BE THE NUMBER ONE FILM ACTOR IN THE WORLD.
I WANT TO BE THE KING OF AN ENTIRE COUNTRY.
I WANT TO BE IN COMMAND OF SHIT.
I WANT TO BE FUCKING AWESOME.
COMMAND THAT SHIT.
Being a workaday douche is unappealing to me. I want HOT-ASS CHICKS working their squack over the sheer power of my FUCKING OWNAGE. I WANT TO BE SUPERIOR.
THERE ARE ROCK STARS AND FILM ACTORS WHO CAN FUCK ANY CHICK THEY WANT ON COMMAND AT ANY TIME, ANYWHERE, FUCKING EVER.
CAN YOU? I can’t.
SO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO BE HAPPY ABOUT?
WE DON’T GET A SECOND CHANCE AT THIS SHIT.
ARE YOU A ROCK BAND FRONT MAN?
ARE YOU AN A-LIST MOVIE STAR?
SOME PEOPLE ARE.
DO YOU *CONCEDE* THAT YOU ARE *INFERIOR*?
I REFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE TO ACCEPT THAT IF ONE VINCENT CHASE CAN FUCK MODEL, I CANNOT FUCK MODEL.
BE GOD. BE SUPERIOR. OWN THE FUCKING WORLD.
ALL YOU ARE IS WHAT YOU FUCK.
BITCH.
And the prosecution rests its case.
Jeff: I was just curious if your hate towards LexG had any legitimacy towards it. That’s all.
“I want HOT-ASS CHICKS working their squack over the sheer power of my FUCKING OWNAGE. I WANT TO BE SUPERIOR.” Being SUPERIORION is pretty cool. While “working their squack” may be one of the funniest lines posted on this blog… ever.
IF ONE MAN CAN FUCK MODELS
WHY CAN’T ANOTHER
SAY IT
IOI, maybe ‘hate’ is too strong of a word. I just have a really low tolerance for people who are so aggressively moronic without anything else to offer. I mean, if he was funnier, it wouldn’t be an issue.
DP, I apologize for my part in taking this thread so far from where you wanted it.
Jeff, do you listen to ANY metal?
Get METAL son.
No and no.
Jesus christ, this is just getting bloody ridiculous. Surely this entry alone is enough evidence you need to prove that LexG isn’t here to even remotely engage in anything other than childish moronic rants.
Who says “PUSSY MAKEZ THE WORLD GO ROUND YEP YEP BITCH-ASS.”
I don’t care if he’s ego tripping or whatever he wants to call it, it’s pathetic and irritating to no end.
“ALL YOU ARE IS WHAT YOU FUCK.”
Go masturbate to your heavy metal music and let some people talk about the actual thread at hand.