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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
Good hangin’ with jeffmcm and donrlewis the other night. I suggest more blog get-togethers, official or otherwise.
Holy shit nobody told me LOU FROM CADDYSHACK was gonna be there.
Still couldn’t have made it but LOU FUCKING RULES.
How much time was spent talking about me?
Lex: I discussed it with my people. They determined that these people discussed you for a sum total of 6m47s. The other 2h15m was left discussing Barry Manilow, the Thunderdome, and Jerry Seinfeld’s hair.
“How much time was spent talking about me?”
About 30 seconds. But the amount of arguing over whether the Hooters waitresses were flirty enough is probably something you’d have appreciated.
LOU OWNS. BEST CRITIC IN AMERICA.
Also, here’s a fun un-Lexian tale:
On the very, very rare occasion I’ve gone to a Hooters, I am very nice and shy, almost apologeticly loserly to the waitress and always think they must put up with all kinds of horrific harassment from guys they can’t stand. Not that I go the other, equally obnoxious way into playing “savior” or “above it all”. Basically I just don’t know how to act and appreciate their earnestness at a job that must sometimes blow, but it all just ends up making me uncomfortable and even though I should be like FUCK YEAH SHOW ME YOUR TITS, I go away all depressed that I came off as a limp-dick douche and didn’t act all sleazy and obnoxious like it expected.
In other nudes, I’m the dude who usually ends up listening to some boring, droning chatterbox story from a tweak-fiending stripper instead of just being like TAKE THAT SHIT OFF, HOT-ASS.
I AM A NICER GUY THAN I GET CREDIT FOR.
ISLA FISHER IS CHARMING.
And if she thinks BORAT IS FUNNY, she would LOVE THE LEXMAN.
I can’t believe someone as DELIGHTFUL AND CHARMING AND HOT AND AWESOME AND FUNNY AND COOL as ISLA FISHER comes from the same country that produced Kamikaze Douche.
No offense.
Oh, so NOW I can log in? On this, of all threads?
Hooters? Seriously, you guys?
LYT-
Glad you came down….it was cool catching up.
After you left my 800th beer finally gave me the nerve to tell our waitress she wasn’t being flirty enough so then she sat down and talked to Jeff and myself for at least 3 minutes. I was stunned to hear she’s an actress! Never saw that coming.
And frankbooth…Hooters rules! Don’t you forget it!!
“In other nudes, I’m the dude who usually ends up listening to some boring, droning chatterbox story from a tweak-fiending stripper instead of just being like TAKE THAT SHIT OFF, HOT-ASS.”
Gosh, LexG, that explains why all the gals were asking about you last time I was at the JET STRIP in L.A.
Weirdest thing I heard this morning from a fairly big producer:
“There are no scripts! There’s just nothing! All the scripts that are out there are crap, directors are packing it in for ’09 or attaching themselves to a couple of long shots being packaged for Cannes, but there are just no completed scripts out there! The distributors are going to start hurting for product as the studios are getting gunshy about even greenlighting programmers.”
Personally, as someone who works as a screenwriter, I am finding this to be oddly true. Long-dead mid-level projects are coming off shelves, getting dusted off and offers are being made to talent on movies that weren’t good enough to be going forward a few years back. I’ve been shocked to hear some of the stuff that’s got money on it now.
And I’m not talking about a resurrection of the spec market, but of producers who have been running around with a script and a couple of loose B-level attachments suddenly being treated better than bigger ones with, say, some valuable piece of underlying material and an A-list director – but no completed draft.
It’s like what you hear about “new pilot season” – completed pilot scripts have been given more weight than high-level writers/showrunners with high concept pitches.
And they say no one reads in L.A….
Oh, and lest anyone be mistaken, I think it’s a good thing 🙂
SJR, since your comment wasn’t related to Don, I believe David wants you to put it somewhere else.
Ha ha! He said “put it somewhere else.”
Yay! I got my own thread!! Sweeeeeet.
Anyway, to repay the compliment, it was nice to meet Don and LYT (who wears unmistakeable t-shirts) as well.
If we had kept going, though, Don was going to drink me under the table.
Can Don settle thinks for IC? Is Jeff a ranga and/or obese?
things*, obviously.
And it also just occurred to be that “ranga” might not be a known slang term in America.
I don’t know what ranga means, but Jeff is definitely not obese.
not a chance, kam, that’s pure aussie
Jeff’s a regularly shaped and normal person as was LYT. It’s always weird meeting internet people but Jeff was really cool as was LYT. The craigslist chick I met after I left Hooters was actually a guy so, yeah. Lesson learned.
I really want to know what ‘ranga’ is now, so I can know if I am one or not.
If it means “douche,” then, yes, you’re a “ranga.”
‘ranga’ means redhead, short for orangutan
(and ‘douche’ is the lamest slang word ever coined by some idiot who probably hangs out in a laundromat)
There’s the amazing wit of Lex: Sure To Keep Him Out of the World of Entertainment.
Lex, you’re the guy who lost out on a lot of free drinks.
But no, my hair is dark brown with a little streaking of white.
Yes, ranga = redhead. Or alternatively, as IC likes to call Jeff, a Ginger (or, “ginge”).
GAWD. Didn’t anybody watch Summer Heights High?
I never even heard of it!
But even if I had, any title with both “Summer” and “High” in it would almost assuredly end up on my must-miss list.