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By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com

Sundance Day 1: The Bear Went Up The Mountain…

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A shuttle filled with Sundance-bound travelers. IPhones bing, tinggg, jing, bongggg. (Withstanding the text of time.) The sound-swarm is like a Brian Eno app on an iPad, like Bloom or Trope. It’s not until halfway up into the mountains, as the gray sky cracks blue over a crest up ahead, higher up, that a biz conversation asserts itself. Our points, our deal, don’t let them fuck us on dimes or dollars. I would not have expected the shotgun of commands from the woman’s small features—pixie’s feral, careful. 6am flight from MDW meant no sleep last night—but -30 wind chill made for splendid horizontal plumes of steam and smoke in the taxi in the pre-dawn dark. Sleep and fitful dreams on a Southwest flight, accompanied by the customary shite jokes—does Southwest have writers? Are the gags and puns copyrighted? That’s all back there, that’s all back down the hill. The sun in Park City is brilliant and warm. Seven thousand feet up, cheeks warm along with the slightest nip on the air. Cold, cold Chicago’s far behind. Post some photos, check the email, shower, run for validation, I mean, festival I.D., and the week begins. A couple of movies, a couple of events. A hard day at the mines.
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One Response to “Sundance Day 1: The Bear Went Up The Mountain…”

  1. Direwolf says:

    Hi Ray,

    Still cold here in Chicago but I think we broke zero! Thanks for the breif update. I’ll have to make do with Another Year, Barney’s Version, Rabbit Hole, and The Illusionist until Park City next weekend. Enjoy.

    Steve

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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