Sway
I somehow managed to overdose on B Vitamins today.
One B-50 superdose and a bottle of B-Vitamin enriched "Vitamin Water" (I live in
L.A., cut me some fucking slack) and I was about to pass out. Turns out I had
something like 4,000% of the US RDA of B Vitamins today. Brain filled with
chatter. Couldn't concentrate, could barely think at all. Never mind Frank,
the creepy homeless dude I 'met' in a nicotine patch dream last night who tried
to steal all my guitars and computers and hold them for ransom until I woke
up.
It's now almost ten and I can
finally focus enough to take a stab at getting some work done. I've abandoned
the "Old spy vs. Young spy" idea that my agents and managers liked. Instead,
I'm going to flesh out the female "Bourne" thing I found over the weekend and
see if I can do something fresh and cool with the UFO movie -- because they are
right, it
does
play out in a predictable "STARMAN" kind of way once you get out of the first
act.
After I made this decision I spent
about ten minutes yelling at my good-for-nothing-idiot manager(s). Alison
called to see what I was thinking after yesterday's call. I told her the truth.
I told her that I thought the whole point of running my ideas up the flagpole
was to find something that had an actual chance of selling. She said that, yes,
that was the idea. Then I said that if that's the case, why on earth would they
want me to write a movie about some fifty year old guy with a twenty five year
old daughter getting chased by Colin Farrell or someone? We would associate
with the wrong character. We'd all be rooting for the bad guy -- the young, hot
dude with the big gun and the fast car. No question who we'd want to win. Why
would I write a movie for a demographic that goes to the movies so infrequently
their numbers don't even track?
Alison told me not to write it. I
said, "Don't worry. I won't. Instead, I'll come up with a couple of other
things and try to find a new angle on the UFO movie. And I'll do it all
quickly." She said, "Fine." Then she went into what she thought was wrong with
the UFO movie and threw out the same freakin' note she and her partner Tracie
have used on every single project I've ever done "It just feels like two
different movies to me."
I told her
that she says that about everything. She said, "Maybe it's just a problem you
have." I told that I didn't think so considering that she and Tracie are the
only
people in my entire career who've ever said
that. I said, "I don't even know what note
means!"
She didn't want to argue and neither
did I. I didn't bother to tell her that I'm meeting with J.C. Spink tomorrow
afternoon about management at Benderspink. It's nothing personal. It's purely
business. Benderspink has reach, authority, the make hit movies. I can't
remember the last time I saw Alison and Tracie in the Trades associated with a
deal or a sale. I think I saw J.C.'s name in Variety last
Friday.
Another day has passed on
"Operation Danielle Weeks". About two and a half weeks from now I will call to
'check in'.
This girl Curt's been
seeing now has her own toothbrush in our bathroom. He's done for.
Posted: Tue - July 27, 2004 at 10:03 PM