BYOB Archive for June, 2008

BYOB – Sunday


BYOB – Thursday…



BYOB – Tuesday… And On…

I don’t know how soon I will be adding the next entry… could be 10 minutes… could be 5 days…
Be careful out there.


BYOB – June 23

Your space, but please, I have noticed an increase in personal sniping and cursing in comments, and it is not welcome or needed. You can be entertaining without being foul-mouthed and hurling f-bombs at everyone else.
And “are you stoned?” and all its variations really should be banned from this blog and all others. This comment has joined Hitler in the category of accusations that go too far to be of value.


BYOB – Get Gu Weekend

What will a 152 minute running time mean to The Dark Knight?



Yes, I know…. barely here this week… it will be like this for a couple of weeks.
Play on…


BYOB – Delayed


BYOB – Another Airplane

Ah, for the travel to end…
But I think it will for a month or two… soon.
Meanwhile, you are left yet again to fend for yourselves for a while…


BYOB Tuesday…


BYOB Monday

Happy Monday… do you feel the quiet? Everyone is tired of talking about who’s losing their job next, who will get along with who in hopeless intermarriages, and the box office for movies no one much cares about. Heck, even the politics are getting quiet, as we are back to a fight between a Republican and a Democrat… sigh…
Here’s a look at New MGM, Same As The Old MGM.
But after that, it’s on you…


BYOB – Weekend

Not the first or last entry of the day… but someplace for y’all to purge before rushing to the cinema to experience Kung Fu Zohan…


BYOB – Thursday

For Andromeda venting or anything else… other than infantile fighting between people who love fighting more than thinking sometimes…


BYOB – Monday

Hello again from New York City, home of Broadway, where I have been catching up with the last wave of shows, finding two remarkable pieces – Passing Strange and The 39 Steps – and one sure-to-be-popular mediocrity with big music and strong performances and little else (In The Heights).
More to come, with a full day ahead… including airplane time. So tend to the flock, try to keep the The Dark Knight drool off the keyboards, try to keep the success and limitations of Sex & The City in perspective, come to peace with Wall-E‘s obvious appeal to kids who don’t go to movies for, and wonder aloud which film will be the sad story of June – The Happening, The Love Guru, Get Smart – or all of the above


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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