BYOB – Wi-Fi Trouble…
You know when they sell you fiber optics and your internet service will never suck again?
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Long day… seems to be okay now… some new stuff will come up over the weekend…
May 3, 2024
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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
Any thoughts on the Last Airbender? Is as bad as reviews make it out to be?
By the way according to imdb every movie by M Night after Six Sense seems to be worse than the previous one
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0796117/filmorate
1. (8.20) – The Sixth Sense (1999)
2. (7.30) – Unbreakable (2000)
3. (6.90) – Signs (2002)
4. (6.60) – The Village (2004)
5. (6.20) – Wide Awake (1998)
6. (5.80) – Lady in the Water (2006)
7. (5.42) – Praying with Anger (1992)
8. (5.20) – The Happening (2008)
9. (5.14) – The Last Airbender (2010)
That is consistency!
It’s all about the 700 mhz spectrum in the future. When that happens, this country will finally put Korea in it’s place because our wireless internet then will totally kick it like Wicket!
Wow. Avatar the Last Airbender may make 60 million over the entire weekend. Huh. Lucky guess on my part.
Oh yeah, Sorcerer’s Apprentice intrigue anyone not named me?
Saw Solitary Man today and thought everything about it — from Michael Douglas’ great lead performance to the choice of Johnny Cash’s cover of the Neil Diamond tune for the opening credits — was top-of-the-line. Yet, oddly enough, I couldn’t help feeling just a little melancholy as I sat in a near-empty house at Houston’s Angelika Film Center. Just a decade or so ago, this is the sort of movie that a major would have picked up, if only to make a run at a Best Actor nomination. With all due respect to Anchor Bay — this one really isn’t gonna see much theatrical exposure before it hits Redbox on Sept. 7, is it?
Anyone watch Netherlands-Brazil or Ghana-Uruguay? The latter had one of the craziest finishes in the history of soccer, while the former featured a total implosion by soccer’s most successful team. Saturday’s quarterfinals will be hard pressed to come close to Friday’s. No way they equal them, let alone surpass them.
Saw Airbender (in 2D) tonight, I was actually impressed with Shyamalan’s eye for art design and his ability to stage an action scene with numerous long takes, but there was NOTHING else to commend. The acting, writing, and pacing were all piss-poor.
I’m pretty sure the audience felt the same way, but they also seemed to laugh at some of the cooler, more choreographed action scenes (which are admittedly pretty corny).
IO: I will see Sorcerer’s Apprentice, but only because I feel the need to see every Nic Cage movie. Does anyone NOT find Jay Baruchel insufferable?
I’m shocked that M. Night still cannot make a movie. Seriously, the brother seems to lost the ability to make a film and that just boggles my mind. How does someone lose it that fast? Did his ego do him in? Anyone on here have any clue?
Blackie, the Oranjes winning is always a good thing and their winning coming from a Brazilian implosion, is fanfreakingtastic! The Black Stars got the deflation that they deserved and Uruguay continues on, and it’s not like those poor buggers continuing on is a bad thing.
Argentina vs Germany could be epic. Maradona is goofying on the German’s accents, the Germans are Germans and we know how they are with grudges, so tomorrow could be a great game. If Uruguay beats David Villa and Spain, that’s just awesome. Nevertheless, tomorrow could be great if everything tumbles into place.
Sorry, Paraguay. Seriously, the GUAYS both being in there is awesome but confusing.
Chel. You know those things at the end of your list? They’re called years and they’re not in any order. You see big numbers come after the small ones. Which makes your entire post kind of redundant.
What we do agree on is M Night sucks balls AFTER Sixth Sense.
He also sucked BEFORE it too.
Chel. I suck balls. I completely misread what you posted.
Joe: A decade ago, we might also have felt like we hadn’t seen Douglas play essentially that same role, in essentially that same movie, a dozen times. (Well, maybe two decades ago.)
Movie Concept: Meryl Streep, Frances McDormand and Kathy Bates play three beltway socialite/political writers. The movie unfolds as an unpleasant Magnolia-style ensemble drama with each character reaching a similar emotional bottom: a nasty cycle of social binge-drinking and the composition of hysterical Carrie Bradshawish partisan mewlings, eventuating in an Ingmar Berman-type total emotional isolation and collapse.
I’d call it “Wines and Crispers”.