BYOB – The Transition
The new site, including THB, is online…but not everywhere… including in my home.
So… in the meanwhile…
April 26, 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
How does a website do a slow rollout? That’s just fascinating and ma there be a freaking EDIT BUTTON IN MY FUTURE! EDITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOONNN!!!!
It’s not intentional, IO. Think of it as pouring liquid in a looooong hose… no matter how much force is behind it, it take a while to fill the hose. So goes the internet.
And I do believe you will have your edit button. I hope you will use it judiciously.
Yeah, no Nikki Finke-style retroactive “I was right all along!” edits.
David, indeed.
Foamy, when I am right, I am so right, that you can feel the RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE!
Poor southpaws…
Technically I am a southpaw. Technically.
Did you order it in from Mexico?
No, but it does involve FUNDAMENTALIST believing that the left hand is the HAND of SATAN.
Great I feel like crap, I can hardly breathe, and now I will be reloading this page all night to get to the new HOT BLOG! Complete with flames and… the long desired… EDIT BUTTON! THE EDIT BUTTON: when you screw up a joke, NOW YOU CAN FIX IT!
Don’t keep reloading this URL, IO… won’t be there.
Need to go in through moviecitynews.com… and then hope that the blog is up to date… the last month or so was loaded today, so that may not come up right away either…
Well I have right URL loaded but no flames or edit button. Alas, I wait and watch the Wrong Man while I wait.
Cool now you look like Hitfix or the old magazine Nintendo Power- good for the people on adderall, not so good for me!
So do we need to by you some adderall, Don?
I think you are – shocking – exaggerating the degree of change. Fonts are too small, yes. Fixing. Front page isn’t really very different, at least as I see it.
The new MCN is now my homepage. Love the new design!
Well, I can be RoyBatty again it seems.
Otherwise, not hating or loving the new look. Very busy.