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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 love how with stuff like this and Tropic Thunder, Cruise looks like he’s trying way too hard to look like the sort of guy who can poke fun at himself.
I’m not gonna buy it until he makes jokes about Scientology and the gay rumours.
I LOL’ed. For a guy who famously does his own stunts, it seems like he really wanted people to know that was him going over that table. Good stunt.
Wow . . . unfunny and completely obvious where it was heading at about 5 seconds in. It’s hard to believe these two couldn’t fake it a bit better as their attempts at acting natural just seem really forced and fake.
Really bad acting. But a well-done stunt, no?
CRUISE POWER. HE IS GOD COME TO EARTH.
BEST HUMAN BEING EVER.
And how does he still have hair of the EXACT thickness, style and color that it was in 1983? He must be IMMORTAL or something; If Travolta didn’t have my EXACT pattern loss, I’d say it was the power of Scientology keeping Cruise looking 23 for 25 years.
Cruise = American Dream.
Lex you really hurt my feelings in that other thread. I really only wanted to offer some constructive criticism of your DZ-level timewasting threadkilling nonsense, and you lash out like that? Dude.
Jesus Christ, even when Tom Cruise is playing “Tom Cruise” he looks and acts like Tom Cruise. There’s nothing there but rehearsed charisma and Tom Cruisey tics.
EFFORTLESS CHARISMA.
The man is a ONE-PERSON GUIDE to how life should be. Best hair ever, best acting ever, best filmography ever, best choice in material ever, best life ever, most dynamic movie star ever, most inspirational person on this planet.
I am already fully prepared to quit my job on the spot in the unlikely event they make me do any DVD post-post-work on this before I have a chance to see it 40 times in theaters.
York Durden, you ride me week in and week out here and Elsewhere, so you shouldn’t really be taken aback that if I’m up and drunk at 5am on a Wednesday night and you run your mouth, I’m gonna hit back.
Poland’s sick of my bullshit (and most of the commenters in general), and that’s understandable. Fuck, if I could get more than 20 people to read my twitter or follow me on a blog of my own, I’d be around here or the Wells spot 100 times less. I go through life usually without so much as speaking to a single person, working in a sausage fest, and drinking myself into a stupor so I don’t have to slash my wrists or swallow a bottle of pills, things I think about every waking second of my life.
I will never do anything I want to do, I am just ticking away the moments till I man up and tie the noose.
So as infinitely LOW RENT as it is, making a handful of comments here or HE to annoy York or Leah or DZ or Poland is the closest I come to ANY human interaction on most days, and thus helps me remember I’m even sentient. Yeah, I have a couple friends, but they’re not FAMOUS, so I treat them like shit and verbally abuse them because I don’t give a FUCK and I hate people who give advice and people who can’t help me get famous.
Even when at LEAST two major critics/bloggers we all know have offered to help me get set up, help me with passes, help me start a blog of my own, I blew them off because in the end SELF DESTRUCTION is the GREATEST THING OF ALL TIME. Plus being the next Kris Tapley or Andrew Benrnennznnzican ain’t exactly the same thing as being the next Tom Cruise or Tom Sizemore.
If I ever do get famous my goal is to OD a week later just so I can be remembered in a BELUSHI/COBAIN kind of way, because PERCEPTION is more important than anything.
And this is why you need some serious psychotherapy and/or medication.
What a goddamn coward, whining to anyone he can about problems nobody cares about. And why you losing your platform would be in your best long-term interests.
Lex is a better performance artist than Andy Kauffman, Sandra Bernhard, and Lady Gaga combined.
He’s for real. Sometimes he pretends he’s ‘performing’, and THAT’s the performance. He’s an Occam’s razor actor.
Back on topic, this video is lame, especially thanks to the obvious multiple-camera setup and the overproduced sound effects. Reminds me of how stupid Hollywood is that they can’t get this stuff right even when given plenty of examples over the years (Christopher Guest, Reno 911, Borat, etc.)
if this thread isn’t enough of a waste of time – google “lesbians who look like Justin Bieber”
Tommy, she’s a Charlie’s Angel. Of course she’s gonna knock your ass back.
Lame humor, great stunt by The Cruiser.
“And this is why you need some serious psychotherapy and/or medication.”
PSYCHIATRY IS A PSEUDO-SCIENCE. Medication turns people into zombies.
Though I commend your sense of irony, trying to suggest psychiatry and MIND-ALTERING DRUGS in a thread about CRUISE.
PSYCHIATRY is BULLSHIT. Anyone it works for, have at it, but it turns people into ZOMBIES and Cruise was 10000000% right in his Matt Lauer tirade.
For a guy with THREE degrees you’re a stupid fucker. How does psychitry turn people into zombies? In your weirdo rants against it you sound like one of the douchebag Christians, ranting about the evils you know nothing about.
And seriously, you don’t think you can use some help Mr. lonely, too afraid to go out, too afraid to use the phone, few friends, need movies to give purpose to your life, too unmotivated by fear of failure to put any effort into doing anything? You deserve your life.
And one more for the road:
Perm: “need movies to give purpose to your life.”
You know, between this kind of comment and the fact that you make time to apparently see one or two movies a year, your generally bad writing and lack of interest in anything current… You REALLY, everything else aside? You REALLY don’t seem like a guy with any particular, Tarantino-esque, Scorsese-esque passion for cinema.
This is fairly obvious. It begs the question why you’re a “film producer” (something I kind of doubt anyway); Do you really love movies, like sleep and breathe them? How did you fall into it? What is your fucking DEAL? By that token, why do you come here?
(The question of why you’re seemingly on here 24/7, and ABSOLUTELY every Friday night ever, calls into question how thrilling and “busy” your career really is.)
But, honestly, everything else aside, you don’t seem to really like movies, you don’t seem to go to movies, you don’t seem to have any passion for them and CERTAINLY no critical process in terms of approaching them; Your spelling and punctuation is that of a sixth-grader. You are VERY CLEARLY not an intelligent person or anyone of any note, and again, you could be going on Tom Hanks’ blog and telling him what a loser he is and how much vag you get, because UNLIKE EVERY SINGLE POSTER HERE, you never let on ANYTHING– not a credit, not an amusing, disarming personal anecdote, not a picture, not a video, not a funny piece of writing or amusing “work” of yours. You’re an absolute BLANK SLATE of negativity and naysaying. It’s why you’re pretty much the most annoying hater here, because it’s like picking a fight with the invisible man.
And, really, the only reason anyone would be THAT secretive or mysterious or disengaged? They don’t have anything to really back it up. Because if I or anyone here finds a picture of you or one of your films, you’d better be George fucking Clooney with the amount of lame boasting you put forth.
It’s going to be so quiet around here when DP bans Lex.
Again.
Foamy: Did you ever see Fight Club? Or Psycho? Or read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
Joe is LexG?!?!?
No… But maybe David is? Remember in Robert Louis Stevenson’s book, where it got to the point where Jekyll would sometimes turn into Hyde without drinking the formula? Like, he’d just wake up in the morning and — uh-oh! — realize he’d been Hyde the night before. I have this image of DP suddenly transforming into his altar ego, writing all sorts of bizarre posts… and then having to scrub them from the blog, and “ban” LexG for a while. I mean, how else do you explain DP’s indulgence of LexG? The problem is, because they’ve been switching back and forth so long, so often, parts of the LexG alter ego bleed into DP’s mindset during his “normal” life, and pop up his postings. And even though he’s trying to establish these lines of demarcation, he…
Hey, wait. Don Murphy? Cadavera? Any of you producers: Have I got a pitch for you!!
“I have this image of DP suddenly transforming into his altar ego”
I bet he has a priest cassock just for those occasions…
Foamy: Or he brings around a nun, just so he can get into the habit. Budda-boom!
Any more bad puns and DP will bring out the censer!
Ladies and gentlemen, the comic stylings of Foamy and Joey. They’ll be here all week. And please, remember to top your wait staff.
“I mean, how else do you explain DP’s indulgence of LexG?”
I’d say you’ve been more far more indulgent, Joe. So let’s see just what’s in your liquor cabinet…
Christian: How so?
Well Joe, you never seem to note the misogny of his posts and just a couple days ago after Lex whined that it was actually IO and him who were under constant attack here, you chimed in with “Lex has a point.” Which he didn’t. I’m just sayin’…
I should have more specific: On several occasions, I have noticed that the people reacting to LexG’s (and IO’s) remarks have used viler language and made more pointed personal attacks than Lex G or IO did in their original remarks. Of course, they in turn take that as license to… well, let’s say, up the ante. Not excusing, just explaining. And, yeah, you’re right, there’s no excuse for some of the stuff either of these fellows says.
I’d argue that few would be using vile language to Lex if he wasn’t the one busting out the seriously vile all-caps insults to people here every other thread. In schoolyard vernacular: Lex started it.
Hey, you have a point, too. It’s like Johnny Renoir once said: Everyone has his reasons.
Fair enough! Now back to skool…
Damn! Now where did I put the key to my liquor cabinet?
I’m Sparta… LexG!
So what’s going on around here? Anything?
Whole lot of nothing.
Now much, Perm? Want a drink?
Er, should read: Not much, Perm? Want a drink?
Maybe heavier drinking might IMPROVE my spelling?
Yeah Joe, I think you’re already enough in the bag!
LOL. Actually, I think a drink or two or seven might actually help me today.