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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
Wolverine is in heavy reshoots in Vancouver. Wonder if this was planned, or if the rumours about big problems and Dick donner shooting the action are true. Why hire a guy like Hood and then interfer so much? I guess they didn’t know if he could handle the action stuff. At least they chose someone interesting.
Here’s a working link for details on the “Watchmen” settlement.
I hope Dave doesn’t yell at me for bashing Tom Rothman, but I remember reading that while Hood was taking a weekend off, Rothman had all the sets painted to be “less gloomy”.
I don’t know whether this is true or not, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
So the My Bloody Valentine marketing team is running some web ads that are basically a selection of quotes from messageboards about how high people are going to get before going to see the movie. And then the tagline is: My Bloody Valentine 3D NOW PLAYING: It’s actually “4D” if you’re wasted!
I’d give them credit for originality if they weren’t trying so hard to be controversial for controversy’s sake.
I saw “Fly me to the Moon” in 3D a few weeks back and it was AMAZING what they’ve done with 3D. The movie itself was atrocious, but the 3D was simply amazing. “My Bloody Valentine” is going to make a KILLING.
And…
This is the first Sundance I’ve missed in 13 years and I tell ya what, I am not sorry I’m missing it at ALL. Sure, I’d love to be at a film festival, but the grind of Sundance is a young mans game. Granted, I’m younger than Dave…but still. Not sorry to be home.
After being housebound for nearly a week thanks to atrocious northeastern Ohio weather, I snuck out for a Friday matinee double-feature of “My Bloody Valentine” (unfortunately, sans 3-D) and “Paul Blart.”
“Valentine” is vastly superior to the 1981 “original,” and one of the better slasher flicks in recent memory. I realize that must sound like I’m damning it with faint praise, but you take what you can get in mid-January. And it’s probably even more of a kick in 3-D.
“Blart” plays like a curious cross between “Marty” and “Die Hard,” and is surprisingly palatable for a Happy Madison throwaway.
Most–if not all–of the credit belongs to Kevin James who’s immensely winning (again), even when his character is the butt of fat jokes.
School was cancelled in these parts today because of the sub-zero temps (I guess it’s OK for kiddies to hit the mall and the ‘plexes, but “too cold” for them to go to school), and the theater was packed with rugrats. “Blart” sold out its first two matinees.
‘the theater was packed with rugrats’
sounds like one of the levels of hell, movieman. the 6th level of hell: eternal damnation in burning flames; the 7th level: trapped in a theatre seething with yammering, candy-crunching, popcorn-munching snotty-nosed rugrats
Where are you, LexG? Because when it comes to “My Bloody Valentine,” I have two words for you: Betsy Rue. She will OWN your sorry butt.
‘Twas hell indeed, Leahnz. I made sure to grab an aisle seat so that I could make a quick getawayand beat those little rapscallions out of the there, lol.
So true, Joe: Betsy Rue is indeed the ultimate LexG wet dream.
Loved the sheer brazenness of her (extended) nude scene: it felt so wonderfully ’70s to me.
But it was a little tough believing that Rue’s exhibitionistic character would have given a damn about her sex partner videotaping their motel room gymnastics.
Just be thankful the rugrats were at “Paul Blart” and not “My Bloody Valentine”, which I once had the distinct horror of being a similar situation to. That dreadful “Grudge” remake filled with hyperacting young tikes is a frightening prospect. Thankfully though they spent the entire time talking and running to and from the candy bar to spend time screaming at the junk on screen.
You know, Kamie, years ago, I went to a slasher movie — maybe the one of the “Friday the 13th” flicks — and found myself really creeped out by all the parents who brought really, really young kids with them. As far as I was concerned, this was a kind of child abuse.
And Movieman: This is for you:
http://movingpictureblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/naked-truth-about-my-bloody-valentine.html
not as bad as a slasher flick, but my 8 pm showing of ‘the dark knight’ was packed with toddlers babbling and running riot, the damn cinema needed a sheepdog to herd them back into their seats (and here i wouldn’t let my 9 yr old go until i had sussed it out first, i must be a hopelessly old-fashioned parent)
Betsy Rue is awesome in MBV, but not enough to save the movie.
And I don’t know if LexG will appreciate that as much as the news that NECA is going to produce an action figure two-pack of K-STEW and that metrosexual vampire dork, set to come out around March.
Ellen FRAKIN Tigh!
My Bloody Valentine doesn’t need ‘saving’. It’s not a reinvent-the-wheel horror movie like a Scream or a (yecch) Saw, but it takes an old formula and does a perfectly respectable job with it.
For sure, Ms. Rue’s scenes are the highlight, though, but not just because of the nudity but rather the pure moxie the actress shows in doing what she does.
did you just fracking do what i think you fracking did, io? season 4 hasn’t started here yet but even i can guess :O
(and here’s proof i’m a huge fracking sap: i shed a wee tear when starbuck karked it – or sort of karked it, whatever the deal is, like i said about season 4 – i couldn’t believe it. if she is indeed gone, it won’t be the same without her; i don’t know about this betsy rue but starbuck most certainly had moxie)
hey, nudity in 3D, now that must be…in yer face. i don’t suppose the blokes’ bits were 3D’d, i might actually pay to see that coming out the screen at me
My Bloody Valentine doesn’t need ‘saving’.
Oh, it certainly does.
An editor to bring it in under 90 minutes would have been a good start. Along with the knowledge that I don’t care which dorky boyfriend Jaime King chooses. Plus a sense of pacing.
3D movies better than MBV include Open Season, Polar Express, Meet the Robinsons, Shark Girl and Lava Boy.
Also Jaws 3-D and Friday the 13th part 3. I say this as a fan of both 3-D and gratuitous gore.
No tykes or toddlers at my “Valentine” matinee–slasher movies are usually more of a “teenagers-night-out” affair which is why I prefer daytime shows.
Nonetheless, a few obnoxious patrons did their best to ruin the experience for me.
One impossibly tall young dude sat in the row in front of me and proceeded to text message through the entire movie (or maybe he was videotaping it: not sure).
And just as the film proper began, two plus-sized black chicks took seats almost immediately behind me and commenced their (sometimes loud) conversation that continued through the entire 101 minutes. (One of them was a real multi-tasker: she kept her cell phone brightly illuminated the whole time, furiously text-messaging whenever the spirit moved her: “I’m watching My Bloody Valentine; it’s good shit; you should have come with us” perhaps?)
The elementary school set at “Paul Blart” was relatively well-behaved in comparison.
Thanks for the link, Joe, but you should’ve known that I’d already checked out your “MBV” Variety review long ago, lol.
Re: New Orleans. Experienced one of the greatest culinary delicacies of my life last week: an experience so profoundly earth-shattering that I had to repeat it (three times) during my four-day visit.
The fried oyster and bacon sandwich at Cochon (paired with a side dish of their “eggplant and shrimp dressing” which is like the most amazing Thanksgiving stuffing you’ve ever eaten) truly rocked my world.
Anyone who’s planning a Nola trip sometime in the immediate future should definitely check it out. Your belly can thank me later.
Re: Wilmington
“Todd McCarthy, WHO IS USUALLY RIGHT ON THE MONEY”? (Emphasis mine.) Huh?
This has absolutely nothing to do with anything anyone has ever posted here, but it made me laugh until, literally, my sides hurt. Enjoy.
http://www.theonion.com/content/news/charles_barkley_finally_gets_that