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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
your attempt at justifying this behavior is ridiculous. it doesn’t matter how long it’s been done for, or the fact that the internet changed the game.
still wrong.
the line never moves. just because the work now gets more scrutiny doesn’t mean it’s any more excusable.
and this quote killed me
“hate the game, not the player”
this theory doesn’t seem to apply to your anti finke sensibilities.
I’m getting a better sense of you, Anghus… since I don’t justify anything… and every issue I have with Finke is about the game being played, not the person.
You’re Poland Dyslexic.
i’m glad you’re getting a better sense of me.
much like Shaft, i’m a complicated man and no one understands me but my woman.
“Hate the game, not the player.”
Oh. Snap. Whatever you say, John Mayer. Or whichever white dope’s “dropping” hip-hop jargon this week.
Seriously, you don’t need to try so hard just yet. Your kids only an infant, he doesn’t care how “down” you might be. Take it easy on yourself.
Why does Glenn only drop in here to say something lame and dickish?
Because sometimes, it needs to be said.
You know, just because a phrase’s origin has nothing to do with my life, the phase is not made invalid.
What amuses me about this kind of response is that it never occurred to me that using relatively ancient ethnic jargon would make anyone think I am hip. If anything, someone would have Glenn’s response… however wrongheadedly.
I also don’t feel disallowed from using “mook” because I am not in the mob, “muthafucka” because I am not a Van Peebles, or referring to “if I only had a brain” because I am not a scarecrow or Yip Harburg.
I am a colloquialist. Proudly. It is how I think, how I speak, and ultimately how I write. Explaining irony is an idiotic pursuit, so I won’t even go down that road. It’s a shame that it so enrages Glenn. But we all have our crosses to bear. (FUCK! I’m not even Christian! But I guess I can use it because I am Jewish, Jesus was Jewish, and it was what seems to be a historic event and not a religious one… so long as I don’t mention loaves and fis… oops. So much for trying to pass for a Christian. How will I ever be cool?)
“Jesus was Jewish…” Well, on his mother’s side.
(Sorry, couldn’t resist: Old altar boy humor.)
Mr. Poland, just so you know, the last thing I am in this case is “enraged.” Asinine pomposity ineptly expressed is ultimately more amusing than infuriating. “I am a colloquialist. Proudly. It is how I think how I speak and ultimately how I write.” You see? THAT’s hilarious.
It’s like you’re Michael Palin’s Pontius Pilate in “Life of Brian” talking about his “fwiend” Biggus Dickus, and some of us are the guards who are trying to stifle their laughter. That picture fixed in your mind? Good. Remember it. Goodbye.