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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
And to think, we could’ve had 1/10th more of a “Green Hornet” sequel to look forward to instead…
“Okay, since you’ve had eleven years now to come up with a decent script but keep handing us nothing but shit, we went behind your back and decided to go high concept:
“Amelie 2: Amelie Drops Acid.
“Whaddya think?”
Samlowry,
I dunno. I think this is something I would prefer a lot more than Amelie. The images, sounds and moods Gondry present always feel a lot more spontaneous and freer than Jeunet’s. With him, I feel I’m in a headlock.
I remember looking forward to Science of Sleep and then not being able to get through it on multiple tries, still Gondry is interesting enough to follow when he goes down the rabbit hole so I am quite excited by this, when is SPC or Weinstein purchasing it?
And I am always willing to fall in love with Tautou again, if you’ve never seen Priceless I would strongly recommend it, best romantic comedy since..well Gondry’s Eternal Sunshine.
I didn’t know Nick Stahl spoke french.
Also, that Hey Ho song needs to die already.
Amelie is one of the best films of the 2000s, fact, any way you look at it.
wowowowowowow!
Even though I recorded Eternal Sunshine back when I still had cable and then bought the DVD for cheap, I’ve never watched either because a) the relationship plot was too painful and b) the technicians’ subplot was so asinine. It felt like Gondry realized too late that he didn’t have enough story to justify a feature length and threw in the slapstick to stretch out the running time, or he couldn’t settle on the right tone, or he just had no idea what he was doing.
I can only hope that someday there’s a phantom edit that cuts out everything but Carrey and Winslet.
So is every one going to use that song in their trailer now?
“Take the A-Train”?
And I have no idea how I managed to pull that out of my head since I don’t listen to jazz–guess I must be getting old.
I’ve never understood why Duris never got the Hollywood play other French actors like Depardieu, Tatou and Cotillard received. One view of The Beat That My Heart Skipped showed he has everything needed to cross over.
Okay, so the trailer is half daydream and half LSD, so we’re not really supposed to take anything here seriously…until all that weeping makes it obvious that the relationship is doomed because something unavoidable has befallen our lovers like, say, an incurable illness, which is what the film’s wiki page gives away.
And yet….
After going through a real medical emergency with a family member since my last comments on this piece, my discovery of what that mystery illness is last weekend shifted from WTF confusion to hope-all-the-prints-burn anger because Gondry paid actors to weep and gnash their teeth and beat their breasts because Tautou’s character just may die because…a water lily is growing in her lung.
Yeah.
And the only treatment is surrounding her with fresh flowers.
Yep.
Okay, so the idea came from Boris Vian’s novel, but still…WTF?!?
And just for the record–I liked Baron Munchausen, I understood Baron Munchausen, but this is crap.