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A Rock and a Hard Place, Part 1.
In this particular post, I need to keep the names under wraps because some of the following are still “A” players. So for now, I’ll just say that an unnamed studio hired me to rewrite an unnamed script for an unnamed star. It was a two-step deal. One draft plus a set of revisions. I [...]
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No Pain, No Gain?
I adore movie geeks. You know those guys. They’re the fan boys who, when not hooked up to their Xboxes and PlayStations or planning a two-week road trip to the next Comic-Con, take to the internet to blog or comment on the multitude of bulletin boards dedicated to discussing, dissing, or elevating movies. Were I [...]
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Swear I Didn’t Do It.
I’m a big Michael Douglas fan. Have been since I was a boy and he was playing Karl Malden’s sidekick in The Streets of San Francisco. So I thought it was pretty cool when my agent asked if I’d be interested in writing a movie for his company. At the time, Michael Douglas was producing [...]
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The Sex Factor.
*Warning. The following blog, though accurate and intended as comical, absurdist entertainment, uses offensive language and depicts crude behavior. Click BACK now or hold your complaint. It was an impromptu moment. I was connecting with a movie veep for lunch. After I’d swung by his office, we planned to stroll across the lot to [...]
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Misunderestimated.
On one of my early career assignments, I became acquainted with an older, gregarious producer who, by my count, had made nearly twenty movies without a single one having been a hit until his most recent. And but for one of the films that was considered a quasi-cult classic, the rest were as unremarkable as [...]
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Dead on Arrival.
One July 4th weekend I was invited to join a small collection of William Morris lit agents who were planning to get independent down Texas way. Advertised was a big family lake house near Waxaramalamahachie where I was promised a front-row seat to an authentic, Lone Star blowout. I fully expected a sweaty, four-day mix [...]
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F-Bombs on Mom.
Here’s the scene. It was night on a cold and windswept mountaintop movie set. Writer and movie star had found shelter near the playback monitors. I was passing on to Bruce Willis the conversation I’d had with the producers earlier in the afternoon. “They want you to dial back on the f-bombs, partner,” I said. [...]
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Rum, Guns and Cigars, Part 3.
It was an early Sunday morning and our last full day in Cuba. The Viva la Revolucion revelers of Carnival de Habana had long since packed their drunken bodies away to sleep off the thousands of gallons of brown beer they’d filtered through their collectivist livers. That winding boulevard alongside the harbor — packed a [...]
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Rum, Guns and Cigars, Part 2.
“We don’t call our dear president Castro,” said Propaganda Tony, correcting me in front of the few assembled Communist party representatives. “We call him Fidel. Just like you would call a brother because Fidel is family to all Cubans. Fidel is our big brother.” It was more of a pronouncement than a statement, I thought, [...]
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Rum, Guns and Cigars, Part 1.
I was briefly partnered in a producing agreement at Columbia/Tri-Star with Gary Foster (Sleepless in Seattle, Tin Cup), a man to whom I will forever owe a debt of gratitude for introducing me to my wife. During this short tenure, the studio asked me to write and co-produce a movie about treasure diving. I was [...]
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