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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” ā 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 ā 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 ā he directed a play that I was going to do as an actor, so we know each other, but he yelled “hi” ā and I’d forgot who he was.
So at my girlfriend Barbara Hershey’s urging ā I was with her at that moment ā 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 namedā” “Yeah, sure ā 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 Iām on the phone with you now, after all thatās 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 didnāt seek to use his position to have sex with anyone. Thereās not a case of that. He wasnāt using his position or status to try to solicit a sexual favor from anyone. If he had ā if that were what the accusation involved ā 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. Iām not just being rhetorical. Why is it that you and the other critics, none of you could find the voice to say, āYou know, itās not this, itās thatā? Because ā let me go on and speak further to this. If you go back to the L.A. TimesĀ piece, thatās what it lacked. Thatās 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
This reminds me of the underrated Dudley Moore vehicle “Crazy People” in which he’s an advertising man who is in charge of the tagline to a horror movie. He comes up with, “The Freak: It Will Fuck You Up For Life” which naturally has people lined up down the block.
I kind of wish that The Happening had been about plants that, feeling threatened, emit some kind of airborne toxin that induces the public to collectively poop their pants. Obviously the original title would have been The Brown Effect.
I guess you’d want to catch the first showing of that feature.
LEAH?!?! I now have a new anecdote for whenever I’m sitting around with mates making fun on New Zealand š
The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes
Unlock my section of the sand
It’s fenced off to the water’s edge
I clamp a gasmask on my head
On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight
Another tanker’s hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops
O’ Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
The waves and water clogged with oil
White gases steam up from the soil
I squash dead fish between my toes
Try not to step on any bones
I turn around and I go home
I slip back through my basement door
Switch off all that I own below
Dive in my scalding wooden tub
My own beach at night
Electric Moonlight
There will always be a moon
Over Marin
I wonder if Screen Gems will chase this brown, nutty dragon with QUARANTINE.
As I recall, there are YouTube videos of audiences reacting to scenes of [REC]. Good to know there might be quite a fit of deuce juice being unleashed in those …
Anthony Timpson, the man behind the Incredibly Strange Film Festival, is one of the greatest film freaks I know. A constant presence on the fest circuit around the world, and a voracious fan of the fringe. This is a great flyer. Who wouldn’t want to see it based on that?!
ant’s a legend, as is the ‘incredibly strange film festival’, which is ‘world famous in new zealand’.
here’s hoping this time out ‘rec’ brings about a pooperama to rival the barforama from stand by me…i’ll be going for a sphincter-factor of 9.5 when i see it just to be on the safe side
I saw [REC] at the Fantasia Film Festival. Tremendously overrated. The jump scares can be seen coming a mile away, and there are only one or two truly surprising moments. Otherwise, it’s a very run of the mill, first person horror flick that brings nothing new to the table.
I’d love to read what that (*) references.
I’d have to agree with montrealkid on this one. The film is fine and all, but it’s certainly nothing we haven’t seen before. While the ending is well made and pretty scary, it’s decidedly formulaic. I don’t see what all the fuss is about. It’s a zombie movie done Blair Witch style. I enjoyed the Blair Witch project and I enjoy zombie movies, so I thought it was a fun little romp. But it’s nothing more than that.
William Castle would appreciate that poster. And he’d hand out free Depends at every screening.
Tip: Don’t get that Extreme Bloody Mary – it’s spiked with laxative.
Met Ant at TIFF ’07. Great guy. A pleasure to just sit and chat film with.
During a (admittedly slow) critic screening of an Austrian sci-fi picture, he got up out of his seat and audibly told some rude guy to STOP FUCKING TALKING on his cell phone in the tiny Cumberland theatre. Nice.
And [REC] is just a solidly constructed thrill-ride. Nothing wrong with that. It’s unpretentious and short, and gives that audience exactly what it wants.
presented with a very good sound system, this movie is certainly effective, if nothing particularly new or innovative. I’m mildly miffed that some folks seem to want to write this movie off for not reinventing the wheel.