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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
I haven’t been to Wells’ site in probably 6 months, so I just checked it out.
Sure enough, he’s annoyed that Cieply is invading his ‘fatties suck’ turf.
If Cieply wants to do this kind of piece, fine, but for fucksake, the way he did it was worse than worthless. Shecky-goddamn-Cieply’s open mike nite sucked.
Wow, that really was worthless. I am now totally disinclined to read anything with a Cieply by-line.
you know, DP, I used to wonder why you couldn’t stand Wells, putting his name under the gossip list on MCN, but then, lately, I have come to realize you are write all along. So, officially, Wells is BANNED FOR LIFE from my bookmarks and you, kind sir, have my full attention as THE movie blogger I enjoy. Life is too short to waste time on hi site.
I don’t know… Wells is kind of my new idol in life. He gives me something to aspire to.
If you ever see him in person, that’ll change, STAT.
Wells looks like somebody put a homeless man’s brain in the body of a half-melted wax statue of Robert Evans.
I saw him at a CHE screening, and he was AWESOME. Skulking around the theater giving everyone a death-glare, surveying the crowd up and down, seemingly grousing about his seats, just looking angry and terrifying. Since I post with some frequency at HE, I for a split second entertained the notion of just saying hi, enjoy the site, but immediately gathered that was a TERRIBLE idea.
I thought that Poland proudly claims to have not read Wells in years? How does he know all about Well’s fattyphobia?
Because we mention it here.
My guess was that Wells’s anti-fatty crusade predates the Wells/Poland schism. I can just imagine their first meeting:
“Hi Mister, I’m Dave Poland.”
“(mumble mumble) check out that porker over there (mumble mumble).”
Agreed. What a horrible column. Its one thing to mention Crowe, who has gained some weight over a stretch, but to say even DiCaprio is too big is to jump over a great big massive shark that even The Fonz could not traverse.
In Cieply’s world, must everyone in Hollywood have the slim trim look of a Zac Efron (who I actually am a fan of)?
i just got around to reading this piece of lameness, but i was struck by: imagine the exponentially more severe level of outrage if cieply’s article had dared to make fun of female actresses getting chubbier, he’d be swinging from the nearest yard iron by now. is it just a little bit more ok to make fun of blokes, is there a double-standard at work because men take stuff lying down more than woman, who excel at getting up in arms at the drop of a pin?
and further, it could never BE about actresses getting chubbier because unlike their male counterparts, who keep getting plumb lead roles and juicy parts in spite of their spreading girths, actresses are held to another double standard of having to stay rail thin unless they want to be relegated to the roles of ‘funny fat friend’ or ‘mum’. double standards for everyone!