BYOB Archive for July, 2010

BYOB 728

Sorry… but the good part is that you’ll get some Duvall time soon, amongst other goodies…


BYOB Tuesday 727


BYOB Salty Friday

I’m not at ComicCon… and couldn’t be happier.
Thing is, it is no longer an insider event in any way. It is all marketing, all the time. And that’s fine.
But why would I care?
Why would anyone who is interested in doing journalism care anymore? There is, by design, not a single drop on news to be had. Just press releases, like El Grande Guillermo doing La Mansi



Sorry… very distracted week.. more time for Twitter than for thinking longer than 140 characters…
Have fun… be nice to each other…


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BYOB Sunday

It’s almost time for the all-altered-state World Cup Final.
There is some beautiful irony that two of the most mellow nations on the planet got here. I can’t think of many countries I’d rather be celebrating in than these two.


BYOB Humpday 77

The Inception review will land on Thursday.
Here’s some space to run in…


BYOB For The 6th Of July!


BYOB – Wi-Fi Trouble…

You know when they sell you fiber optics and your internet service will never suck again?
Long day… seems to be okay now… some new stuff will come up over the weekend…


BYOB Spidey & Overture

Not a lot to say. I like the choice for Spider-Man… kid can act…
And Overture was a slow burn to this moment.
Sharon Waxman gets the play-by-play of how it happened today.


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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