April 25, 2024
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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
No one fucks with Noah Bennett. NO ONE!
SAW V IS GOING TO FUCKING OWN.
FUCK YEAH, JIGSAW OWNS.
HOLY SHIT, one of the Encores is running the long-lost and AWESOME “Made in USA” starring CHRIS PENN and ADRIAN PASDAR from 1987.
MEGAOWNAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In more random thoughts no one will care about, now all I need is for someone to air Kiefer Sutherland, Meg Ryan and Jason Gedrick in PROMISED LAND, and Charlie Sheen and Max Caulfield in Penelope Spheeris’s BOYS NEXT DOOR, and my triumvirate of COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN, NEVER HEARD FROM IN TWENTY YEARS juvenile delinquent movies from my formative high school HBO years will be complete.
And for the umpteenth time, someone needs to get on making a KING AD ROCK/HUGH HUDSON Special Edition DVD of LOST ANGELS happen.
Hugh Hudson? Wow, there’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. What happened? Yeah, I know: After Chariots of Fire (which still holds up, by the way) and Greystoke — he crashed and burned with the indefensible Revolution. And, sorry, Lost Angels wasn’t much better (despite Donald Sutherland’s sympathetic performance.) But holy smokes, other driectors have recovered from worse disasters. Again: What happened?
I think you’re shortchanging “Lost Angels,” Joe.
For my money, it’s Hudson’s best film (I was never big on “Chariots,” and “Greystoke” just seemed OK to me back then) with wonderfully empathetic performances by Sutherland, Adam Horovitz and the divine (speaking of “whatever happened to….?”) Amy Locane.
I also happen to think it’s Hudson’s most visually accomplished/striking work: a real achievement considering the fact that a good chunk of the movie is devoted to 1-on-1 therapy sessions between Sutherland and Horovitz.
At least Hudson hasn’t been reduced to directing torture-porn like Roland Joffe (one of his Brit contemporaries). Yet anyway.
Rock Hudson wha?
I am deeply saddened by the death of Rudy Ray Moore. His films are packed with so much manic energy and are still hilarious to watch. The man made many contributions to hip hop culture, and i can still watch films like The Human Tornado and Petey Wheatstraw and have a great time.
I’ll drink to that, cheers to Dolemite himself.
I want to make a point about Roland Joffe.
How come it’s considered some huge, shameful sellout that he’s directing things like CAPTIVITY and that TATU MOVIE WITH MISCHA BARTON?
I think that OWNS. Fuck, if I was some staid 60ish director, I’d be ALL ABOUT taking paycheck gigs where I get to film HOT SQUACK in like Russian nightclubs and some kinetic shit with people getting OWNED.
What would you rather do, kick it in the fucking jungle getting trenchfoot and shit making THE MISSION 2, or some cool Canadian warehouse spending your days taking F-stop readings of Elisha Cuthbert’s midriff?
Like, I’m 35 and I don’t have entreeeeee to the COOL CLUBS and TALL MODEL CHICKS IN GIANT FUCKING HEELS with LIPSTICK and STROBE LIGHTS and shit.
Now imagine you’re a 60 year old British bookworm director and you suddenly have MIDRIFF CHICKS ALL AROUND YOU and you get to spend 18 HOURS A DAY SURROUNDED BY WORLD CLASS ASSPIECES making some fun-ass horror movie or LESBIAN RITE OF PASSAGE DRAMA. FUCK YEAH, MAJOR OWNAGE.
Roland Joffe should be SALUTED. SELLING OUT sounds a lot more to me like OWNING OUT in this case. Fuck, this is pure idle speculation, but I’ll bet EVERY NIGHT James Ivory stays up wishing he could film some NEON-DRENCHED FAST CAR LESBIAN RACING MOVIE WITH ALL CHICKS FROM THE CW IN THEIR LITTLE MIDRIFF OUTFITS FUCKING SMOKING MOTHERFUCKERS and doing DRUG DEALS and shit.
TOTAL FUCKING OWNAGE.
Lex, nothing is stopping you from becoming the next Girls Gone Wild impressario. I have a feeling you probably look a lot like the Milfhunter guy, too, and if he can do it, you can do it.
There’s no such thing as a MILF. (Except for Jessica Alba, Reese Witherspoon, and Kate Beckinhotness. But outside of Hollywood actresses, no such thing.)
But that was the rare jeffmcm post that made me laugh nonetheless… even though I don’t know who the Milfhunter is. Apparently McDouche rents that shit. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I do not (I don’t think it’s rentable) but I have been involved in making a parody of it (the guy gets his comeuppance in the end).
Regrettable Ideas:
GISing “Milfhunter.”
Lex is so repulsive.
Kamikaze is such a douchebag, weasel, no-integrity bitch-ass pussy who titters are talks through movies to ruin them for other people, because he can’t keep his thoughts to himself for a second. Probably due to a conservative upbringing. Now he’s OUT IN THE WORLD and LIKES TO SHARE HIS THOUGHTS. Just like every college kid away from home he thinks he’s got it all figured out. What an ORIGINAL VOICE! He should have a BLOG to discuss his life of FRIENDS AND MUSIC, even though he’s some hick from rural nowhere Australia. But PLEEEEEEASE grace us with your OH-SO-PERTINENT thoughts.
How’s that blog going these days, Mariah superfan? Maybe I oughta pay a visit to the comments section, Rabbit-Proof Douche.
Oh, and Kami, while you’re around,
STILL WAITING FOR AN APOLOGY for the time where you WRONGLY attributed some disturbing CHUCKY comments to me. You lying, no integrity pussy.
And while you’re at it, why don’t you share some more of your thoughts on Terrence Howard? Because I’m sure he cares what your backwoods Australian bitch ass thinks.
Damn, Lex. Do you kiss your mother with that dirty mouth?
Ah, yet another nacent thred, killed early by the manic ramblings of Lex, the villaige roid-head.