REMEMBER BACK WHEN...
The other night I went to a high school hockey game with my dad. It was actually pretty fun. It was one of those things where I didn't really want to go, but I could tell that he wanted to spend some time man to man so I went. I find my father to be socially cumbersome in most situations. He usually walks into a room looking like a fifty-something toddler completely bewildered by his surroundings, which would bother me if I hadn't lived with it for the past twenty years.
So I lead my father to the top row of the bleachers and we sat down. Everything's going fine until the players skate out onto the ice, and then it hits me: I really miss high school. Not going to classes or hearing about how Kiki gave Derrik a blowjob so now Chad is going to break up with her. No, none of that shit. I just miss playing hockey. And sure, I've played on a handful of men's teams since then, but it's just not the same.
Now, I could get into talking about my high school team, describing all the guys, and how a part of me misses them (even the uber-annoying guy who used to pee in people's bags), and I could relay all kinds of fun anecdotes about the crazy shit we did and talked about before, after, and between games. But it wouldn't mean all that much to you because you weren't there.
Suffice to say that these things exist only in my mind, and any attempt to relay how much they impacted me would be futile. There's no way I can do them justice. So I'll just say that I miss those times, and although I'd do anything to get back to them...that's never going to happen.
RICHARD LINKLATER AND AARON SORKIN FISTFIGHT IN HEAVEN
Earlier this week Richard Linklater and Aaron Sorkin ran into each other outside of a bar in downtown Los Angeles. They exchanged idle chit-chat for a while until Linklater let it slip that he never really liked The West Wing. This ignited a war of words between the two most talkative writers in Hollywood.
The two of them walked the streets for hours working out their differences. Sorkin claimed that although Linklater's movies had a great deal of dialogue, his characters lacked a sense of realism...after all how many people sit around talking about whether or not feminism was invented by men. Linklater fired back by saying that while Sorkin's characters said a great deal, mostly because they talked at the speed of light, their conversations were more about saying something witty or clever rather than discussing real world issues. The breaking point however was when Linklater said that Sorkin focused too much on his Judaism and that his scripts would be better if he didn't mention religion at all.
Within seconds Sorkin had Linklater in a headlock, and the two of them wrestled around on the ground for a few minutes, continuing to talk as they beat the shit out of each other. Since Sorkin was high on PCP, he couldn't feel the blows being dealt to him, and he ended up beating Linklater to within an inch of his life, which prompted Linklater to launch into a ten minute soliloquy about the meaning of life and how fragile the body is in comparision to the soul.
Moved by his words, Sorkin stopped kicking him, sat on the ground, and smoked a joint. The two of them are recovering at a nearby hospital, and plan to collaborate on a script sometime next year.
FINDING FORRESTER 2: BIGGER AND BLACKER
I went to the movies tonight and saw that Lemony Snicket thing which although its beautifully shot there's nothing really to write home about. Anyway, there was a preview for a new movie that has Rob Brown in it. For those of you who saw Finding Forrester he's the charismatic young actor who played Jamal Wallace, the aspiring writer who Connery's Forrester helped find his own voice. And if you didn't see Finding Forrester...what the fuck is wrong with you? I mean, sure the guy who plays the basketball coach couldn't act his way out of a bag (paper or plastic) but it's still a damn fine film. To say nothing of the fact that it was directed by Gus "Jesus Ben I said I'm busy" Van Sant.
For years now (at least three) I've been waiting for Rob Brown to do something else. And now here he comes with another movie in which he plays a basketball star whose on court abilities are rivalled only by his skill in the classroom. Talk about getting typecast. But my thing is, he has to be good in it...he's already played the role once. It's a lock.
Anyway, all I'm saying is that I'm excited and you should be too.
IT'S A THINKPIECE ABOUT A MIDLEVEL BAND...
So I'm working on a new screenplay. No, it's not the one about the ex-hockey player who comes back home to mentor an up and coming, albeit selfish, high school star. Sorry...but it's a romantic comedy. Yeah, I know what you're thinking..."Will, you're neither romantic nor are you particularly funny." I know, okay. But I'm giving it a shot. And I don't know how it's going to turn out. All I have thus far are the character names, two of which are named Darryl just so I can have the all so funny nod to Newhart with my main character saying "this is my roommate Darryl and this is my other roommate Darryl."
Shut up, okay. It's funny.
Other than that I don't have a whole lot. I've got a vague plot outline. The story's something I can relate to, but I don't want to give it away. Anyway, I think it's going to be fun...which is something I need after spending three years writing a story where the main character may or may not commit suicide in the end.
It's gonna be fun. You should check it out...in like a year when I get done.
The other night I went to a high school hockey game with my dad. It was actually pretty fun. It was one of those things where I didn't really want to go, but I could tell that he wanted to spend some time man to man so I went. I find my father to be socially cumbersome in most situations. He usually walks into a room looking like a fifty-something toddler completely bewildered by his surroundings, which would bother me if I hadn't lived with it for the past twenty years.
So I lead my father to the top row of the bleachers and we sat down. Everything's going fine until the players skate out onto the ice, and then it hits me: I really miss high school. Not going to classes or hearing about how Kiki gave Derrik a blowjob so now Chad is going to break up with her. No, none of that shit. I just miss playing hockey. And sure, I've played on a handful of men's teams since then, but it's just not the same.
Now, I could get into talking about my high school team, describing all the guys, and how a part of me misses them (even the uber-annoying guy who used to pee in people's bags), and I could relay all kinds of fun anecdotes about the crazy shit we did and talked about before, after, and between games. But it wouldn't mean all that much to you because you weren't there.
Suffice to say that these things exist only in my mind, and any attempt to relay how much they impacted me would be futile. There's no way I can do them justice. So I'll just say that I miss those times, and although I'd do anything to get back to them...that's never going to happen.
RICHARD LINKLATER AND AARON SORKIN FISTFIGHT IN HEAVEN
Earlier this week Richard Linklater and Aaron Sorkin ran into each other outside of a bar in downtown Los Angeles. They exchanged idle chit-chat for a while until Linklater let it slip that he never really liked The West Wing. This ignited a war of words between the two most talkative writers in Hollywood.
The two of them walked the streets for hours working out their differences. Sorkin claimed that although Linklater's movies had a great deal of dialogue, his characters lacked a sense of realism...after all how many people sit around talking about whether or not feminism was invented by men. Linklater fired back by saying that while Sorkin's characters said a great deal, mostly because they talked at the speed of light, their conversations were more about saying something witty or clever rather than discussing real world issues. The breaking point however was when Linklater said that Sorkin focused too much on his Judaism and that his scripts would be better if he didn't mention religion at all.
Within seconds Sorkin had Linklater in a headlock, and the two of them wrestled around on the ground for a few minutes, continuing to talk as they beat the shit out of each other. Since Sorkin was high on PCP, he couldn't feel the blows being dealt to him, and he ended up beating Linklater to within an inch of his life, which prompted Linklater to launch into a ten minute soliloquy about the meaning of life and how fragile the body is in comparision to the soul.
Moved by his words, Sorkin stopped kicking him, sat on the ground, and smoked a joint. The two of them are recovering at a nearby hospital, and plan to collaborate on a script sometime next year.
FINDING FORRESTER 2: BIGGER AND BLACKER
I went to the movies tonight and saw that Lemony Snicket thing which although its beautifully shot there's nothing really to write home about. Anyway, there was a preview for a new movie that has Rob Brown in it. For those of you who saw Finding Forrester he's the charismatic young actor who played Jamal Wallace, the aspiring writer who Connery's Forrester helped find his own voice. And if you didn't see Finding Forrester...what the fuck is wrong with you? I mean, sure the guy who plays the basketball coach couldn't act his way out of a bag (paper or plastic) but it's still a damn fine film. To say nothing of the fact that it was directed by Gus "Jesus Ben I said I'm busy" Van Sant.
For years now (at least three) I've been waiting for Rob Brown to do something else. And now here he comes with another movie in which he plays a basketball star whose on court abilities are rivalled only by his skill in the classroom. Talk about getting typecast. But my thing is, he has to be good in it...he's already played the role once. It's a lock.
Anyway, all I'm saying is that I'm excited and you should be too.
IT'S A THINKPIECE ABOUT A MIDLEVEL BAND...
So I'm working on a new screenplay. No, it's not the one about the ex-hockey player who comes back home to mentor an up and coming, albeit selfish, high school star. Sorry...but it's a romantic comedy. Yeah, I know what you're thinking..."Will, you're neither romantic nor are you particularly funny." I know, okay. But I'm giving it a shot. And I don't know how it's going to turn out. All I have thus far are the character names, two of which are named Darryl just so I can have the all so funny nod to Newhart with my main character saying "this is my roommate Darryl and this is my other roommate Darryl."
Shut up, okay. It's funny.
Other than that I don't have a whole lot. I've got a vague plot outline. The story's something I can relate to, but I don't want to give it away. Anyway, I think it's going to be fun...which is something I need after spending three years writing a story where the main character may or may not commit suicide in the end.
It's gonna be fun. You should check it out...in like a year when I get done.
