The poster also have the air of familiarity…
Even more interesting, the vast majority of posters for movies starring Eastwood are a giant headshot of Eastwood with various dark colors behind him.
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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
Clint is GOD but this seems so medicinal they should just project it at CVS. Also, isn’t it just POWER OF ONE meets VICTORY?
NOW IT’S TIME TO RECYCLE MY GREAT JOKE:
Good news is, Clint’s still got about 8 weeks to whip up his traditional SECOND year-end movie that’ll get better reviews in case it’s looking like this one won’t be nominated enough.
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FloatingHeadSyndrome
You’re welcome.
I think you can recognize both actors no problem in that sheet.
Movielocke: And if you can’t, shame on you, because THEIR FRICKIN’ NAMES ARE PRINTED ABOVE THE FRICKIN’ TITLE!!!!!
but neither of the heads on that one-sheet are floating, they are connected to bodies.
i will say someone has done a pretty good job of making damon look like the notorious pienaar, at least in that pic.
the real pienaar:
http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo78/leahnzwgtn/p2.jpg
i can’t wait to see how he is portrayed in this film, i doubt it will be as the pompous, racist afrikaans dirty player he is known to be here. here is pienaar tackling an all-black around the neck/head, just about the most dangerous, foul thing a rugby player can do, pienaar to a T:
http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo78/leahnzwgtn/laidlaw.jpg
Okay, so I thought in my ignorance that this was a simple biopic of Nelson Mandela – and now I find out it’s a Nelson Mandela movie plus rugby? I’m immediately five hundred % less interested.
the 1995 world cup springboks, who supposedly united post-apartheid south africa, had this many black players on the team: 0
So what you’re saying is: Matt Damon = Clyde
Why the fuck is Neal McDonough on this poster? SOMEONE, ANYONE, TELL ME WHY HE’S THERE, AND WHY HE HAS BLONDE HAIR! WHY! WHY! why… ?
Dear God. He *does* look like McDonough. Well spotted IO.
Yes, Leah, I would find it hard to watch ANY film about the Springboks in the Pienaar height of dirty tricks…yuk I loathed his attitude–ruined everyhting about Sporting behaviour. The All Blacks should have WON. I lost money : (
I was so sure the A-Bs would win. : )
YUCK…Pienaar
I really hope they don;t gloss over what a miserable so-and-so he was. He might as well have been wearing a white sheet.
I wonder if F. Pienaar is related to the footballer Steven Pienaar, an African south African play for Everton.
My opinions expressed on Pienaar are merely personal from watching him on TV/satellite…I am not a rugby player.
I hope he changed for the better since Nelson was awfully nice to him.
There was one player who was not Afrikaans on the ’95 team by the way.
:-* kiss on the cheek for lota
bloody hell, i think all of enzed went into dept -not to mention a state of shock & mourning – after that debacle. the AB’s puking their guts out on the sidelines because their food was POISONED the night before the grand final says it all. i wonder if clint put that delightful visual in his little flick!
fuck pienaar and his bunch of fucking afrikaans thugs. and fuck this stupid movie.
ok, i feel much better now i got that off my chest
I like CLint, and sometimes I love CLint, but it seems an odd topic in some ways or much will have to be swept under the rug to make it watchable, especially when Pienaar is basically from the Vinnie Jones school of sports ethics.
maybe he’s changed? doesn’t tackle by neck vertebra anymore?
we can hope
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMMrhZzp3Mw
forgot to say, i think you’re right, lota, chester williams played in some of the games for the boks (he was considered a ‘coloured’ rather than a ‘black’ in the weird yappe vernacular) but if i recall he got injured or something and didn’t play in the final
(clint’s a legend in my book, i just think this movie is going to ignorantly glorify people who don’t deserve it. i hope i’m wrong)
perhaps francois has mellowed with age!
leahnz, last I checked Chester Williams was still totally not white.
I checked, and, honestly, the last decent poster for a Clint Eastwood film was
yes, i know that, tofu, that’s why i commented to lota that she was right
(the ‘coloured’ vs. ‘black’ bit was an aside re: the bizarre identification the yappe’s make when it comes to people of mixed race (‘coloureds’) as opposed to black africans, who are called ‘blacks’)
Who the hell am I supposed to root for in an All Blacks vs. Springboks film, they might as well make a Yankees vs. Angels movie at this point