I was surprised to finally see an ad tonight…
Obviously, they added a penis and vagina as story points, but otherwise… hmmm…
Does anyone know if this is just how they are selling it? Or are George Gallo’s agents and lawyers going to be making calls tomorrow?
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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
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LddykTA8nVg
Sadly it appears that Bounty Hunter will not be stealing Midnight Run’s quality.
Wow, LexG – that Pink Cadillac trailer is hideous, to think that was only three years before Unforgiven.
Maybe, but I was getting a Out of Sight vibe. Just gender-reverse, of course. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120780/
Watching Clint try to be funny in “Pink Cadillac” is like watching Stallone try to be funny in “Rhinestone”. Absolutely cringe inducing.
Ugh. Thought maybe we were seeing something from Gerard Butler in “Rocknrolla,” but the crap he’s done since is unforgivable. Aniston…no words.
Then again if I was dating Nicole Scherzinger I wouldn’t care that much about my career either.
I suppose that is a good illustration of why Clint never worked with a director that wasn’t himself post Pink Caddilac.
Let me be the first tight ass obsessive to correct you Storymark- In The Line of Fire.
“Too much raw DUDE for you, huh, babe? Well, I can dig it.” Plus, you know, that MUSIC.
Also, on topic: Butler is kind of an instant bad laugh these days, no? I like the guy fine as a cheeseball leading man, but he’s SUCH a fucking ham, and ALWAYS looks he rolled in un-showered off a bender reeking of Miller High Life, stripper perfume, vag, and Winston smoke. And even though we all know the dude is RIPPED (or at least was), in street clothes he looks vaguely doughy.
I guess those are all reasons to like the guy, but Example #3,481 of Hollywood rushing to christen somebody “the next big thing” because he incidentally appeared in a movie that would have been huge no matter who had his part. For that matter, he’s so CGI’d and hidden behind helmets and beards in 300, it’s like bestowing 20-mil paydays on fucking Andy Serkis, since probably 15% of “300” fans could’ve picked the “real” Butler out of a police lineup 10 minutes after the movie. Unless they were eagle-eyed fans of his Worthington-esque leading man work in Tomb Raider 2 and Timeline.
Clearly Butler’s best work is in Wes Craven Presents Dracula 2000. The guy really can’t act for shit.
Butler is bad in general but heinous in comedies. He’s the person Im least looking forward to in Peter Farrelly’s upcoming shorts compendium..but is probably the biggest box office draw at this point.
hcat – Yes indeed. Can’t believe I forgot that. Thanks for the correction.
I like Butler (have no idea why, really), but only when he’s talking with his natural accent. As soon as he tries to do American, he becomes a bad bland ham.
creedy! creedy should not be allowed to ever speak in an american accent, ever
(‘midnight run’ is one of my all-time faves, a classic in my book; de niro and grodin are just superb together and the movie is so funny and touching, one of the best buddy/road movies ever. my heart sank hearing this bit of news but i’m comforted by the fact i never have to watch it)
Lets not forget Bulletproof with Wayans and Sandler in the DeNiro-Grodin roles. One of the absolute worst films I have ever seen.
I liked Bulletproof. It actually might be one of the BETTER Ernest Dickerson-directed movies, though that’s not saying ANYTHING, since he has the second-worst filmography in the history of the world, after Richard Benjamin.
Sandler saying “Disneyland” to that cop in his old ’80s standup voice is comic gold.
LexG; Richard Benjamin gets forgiven a lot — a lot! — for My Favorite Year.
Richard Benjamin has a lifetime pass.
There are few directors that have made as many terrible terrible features as Benjamin. My Favorite Year was tolerable only because of O’Toole’s magnificent performance (Lainie was good as well). But the awfulness of the rest of his work far outweighs that one success. By Downtown I was wondering who the hell would even hire this guy anymore? And he got to make a few more after that. I think he was getting work longer than Landis was and he never produced anything close to Landis’s earlier comedies.
But we may also bring up if the writers of ‘Get Him to the Greek’ owe something to My Favorite Year.
Benjamin gets a lifetime pass from me for 1984’s “Racing With the Moon,” a movie that I like even more than “My Favorite Year.”
Penn, Cage, Elizabeth McGovern
–really; what’s now to love?
“Moon” is so good that I’m almost willing to overlook “My Stepmother is an Alien” from Benjamin’s ouevre.
I don’t see how Ernest Dickerson or Richard Benjamin could qualify for worst directing filmography in a world where Steve Carr, Raja Gosnell and Brian Robbins are still working directors.
…and don’t get me started on Gerard Butler’s ersatz “American” accent. Dude’s mangling of the Yank argot makes my ears bleed.
Why he keeps getting cast as “Americans” is a mystery for the ages.
After “Ugly Truth,” “Gamer” (“gamey” is more like it), “Law Abiding Citizen” and the “Bounty Hunter” trailers, I’ve almost forgotten how much I liked Butler in “Dear Frankie,” “300” and “RockNRolla.”
I saw about 20 minutes of “Ugly Truth” and an equal amount of “Gamer.” I honestly had no idea Butler was even attempting to do an ‘American’ accent. It’s so bad, I just thought his natural accent was starting to go the way of Gibson’s once thick Aussie accent. So, I have to ask, was he actually trying or did he adopt the worst accent since Costner in “Robin Hood?”