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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
The fact I can’t tell if this is a parody or an actual GOP ad says something about the state of modern politics.
I am actually giving my Media and Society students an alternative to the final exam this semester: They can write an essay on the signs and meanings in this election season’s Internet campaign ads. Between this one, “When Mitt Romney Came to Town” and the Obama re-election ad alone, they should have a lot of fun. Or not.
This looks like that Johnny Cash video.
So Obama = Ahmadinejad. And if Obama had yelled “bullshit” to a NY Times reporter, the GOP would scream, “ANGRY BLACK MAN!”
Their newest, dumbest talking point is this “Obama’s Apology Tour” nonsense. And yet, InSanitorum demanded Obama apologize to the Afghanis after the massacre. It’s hard to keep up with their lunacy.
I loathe the Republican party these days. I’m going to dance at their defeat Nov. 5.
That video really does seem fake or like it’s an overblown satire of politics. Scary stuff. I do like the thousands of “dislikes” on the YouTube page though. Never seen that before!
“I don’t want to be the guy who has to sit with my granddaughter, 20 years from now, and tell stories about an America where people once were free. I don’t want to have that conversation.” – Rick Santorum, March 26, 2012
20 years is all you’ve got people. Make them count.
This is the year we’re gonna get a zombie-themed national superpac campaign. It’s happening folks.
We already have a zombie-themed national superpac. They’re called the GOP.
Yowza!
Watching Santorum makes me think of a Midnight in Paris ripoff where Santorum goes back to the late fifties and is enthralled by Christmas displays on public property, abortions being illegal, women in the home, and gays in the closet. He is suprised to find in this paradise he dreams of his conservative ilk are still furious and complaining about the upcoming collapse of America due to Jews moving into the neighborhood, labor unions moving into factories, and how social security will lead to communism. His new friends rapsodize about the 20’s, the height of prohibition, that was a truly grand conservative age. So along with a new friend he travels another step only to find people grousing about women’s suffrage and how the end of child labor will be a fatal blow to capatilism. Then he gets his ass kicked by a Klansman for being Catholic.
He returns having seen that every age is the golden age of conservative bitching, that America has always been seen in a state of decline by those that fear the future, and there is always some “other” to demonize. Of course at the end he learns nothing because you can’t teach these Putzes shit.
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That was good, hcat.
Between this and the rabbit-shooting ad, Santorum has the most unhinged campaign ads in modern political history.
Wasn’t the rabbit-shooting ad from some odd enterprise signed by Herman Cain?
It’s depressing to think there are MILLIONS of Santorums out there.
Hey Christian, according to Orlando Jones in Evolution: there is always time for lubricant.
“Then he gets his ass kicked by a Klansman for being Catholic.”
Would be quite fitting; I’d assumed he was a garden-variety Baptist thug.
Hcat: Yes, an excellent scenario. Coulda been a “Twilight Zone” episode if Serling were still around.
Normal people can’t be taking this seriously. One just gotta laugh. If you watch a horror movie, would you call 911 at the sight of murder and blood?? No. This is an entertainment.
But…If someone does take it seriously, I have to call 911 on THEM!