Showing posts with label Scarface. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scarface. Show all posts

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Movie Jonesing and DVD Buying Escapades

I've been busier than a one-armed paper hanger (no offense to one-armed paper hangers) and haven't had time to do this blog up proper, as they might say. I haven't had time to work on my screenplay in progress, Jacksboro Highway. I haven't had time to write some freelance stuff I've had notes on for some time (one about Depression era babies, the other about international arms trafficking regulations), and I haven't had much time for anything except working for The Man.

But I have squeezed in some movie watching time, and this is purportedly a movie blog, or so I've been lead to believe. What's the use of having a blog if one doesn't record inane ruminations in it, right? So this will be a recent update in which I write about the DVDs I've been lucky enough to purchase and find the time to watch. Bored already, right?

I watched the special edition DVD of Alan Parker's, Angel Heart. It had some great extras, including interviews with Mickey Rourke. The movie is one of the greatest gumshoe whodunits ever put to cellulose, and a terrific period piece. I love the scenes in New Orleans. It is easily Mickey Rourke's finest performance, playing alongside a champ like De Niro. Good stuff! I thought Lisa Bonet did a great job, too.

On to Raging Bull, the 2-Disc DVD Collector's Set. True cinema at its finest. Another period piece that will knock your block off. The boxing movie that changed my mind about boxing movies. And who knew? Cathy Moriarty was only sixteen when she was cast alongside Robert De Niro and Joe Pesci. This Collector's Set is so great. Three audio commentaries with Scorcese, Schoonmaker, Irwin Winkler and Jake La Motta. Lots of featurettes about the making-of. For just pure filmmaking savvy, this is Scorcese's best movie ever, hands down, and Robert De Niro's finest performance ever. Absolutely brilliant, all of it!

Scarface... the 2-Disc Platinum Edition... oodles and oodles of extras, but unfortunately no director's or other commentary. Just featurettes, interviews, making-of extras and delected scenes.

The script for the 80's Scarface remake was written by Oliver Stone in France, while he kicked a coke habit. In Miami and Latin America, he hung out with drug lords and law enforcement personnel as he researched the illicit drug trade. It's a great, violent movie, with lots of bullets and lots of babes, and a true, gangster classic. The Platinum Edition has great interviews with Oliver Stone, director, Brian De Palma, and producer, Martin Bregman. Scarface is a masterpiece and cult classic in every sense of the word. The movie was dedicated to Howard Hawks and Ben Hecht who directed and wrote the original 1932 Scarface.

I watched to 2008 released 30th Anniversity Edition of Midnight Express, the movie for which Oliver Stone won his first academy award for best adapted screenplay, and also another Alan Parker movie. (One of my all time favorite movies by Alan Parker is Pink Floyd, The Wall.) This edition has lots of extras, including a great commentary by Alan Parker and interviews with Oliver Stone. Midnight Express is a great prison movie, though painful to watch at times. Actor Brad Davis is amazingly believable as the young American with a hankering for some hashish.

So, that's been some of my DVD buying escapades and movie watching pleasure. I love the director's commentaries and featurettes on anniversary and special edition DVDs. Making movies can be such a weird adventure! Hearing the anecdotal stories behind the scenes is lots of fun for aspiring filmmakers and civilians alike.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

"Elvi, I Was Only Kidding! Fly, Pelican!"

Scarface... helluva movie. "First you get the power, then you get the chicks." The immortal words of Tony Montana, as penned by the Dilligaf revered screenwriter and filmmaker, Oliver Stone. He wrote the screenplay in Paris while kicking a cocaine addiction. Oliver Stone is one cool dude... my favorite filmmaker of all time. [David Lynch is a close second. "We hunt buffalo now, Reggie! Remember the number 10!"]

Trying to raise money to shoot a remake of Man From Deep River, a German-made indie from the Seventies. That might be more practical than the biker flick, Dead or in Huntsville, since I'm living in the boonies now instead of the big city of Dallas. I have access to a lot of acres for exterior shots. Dead or in Huntsville seems to be jinxed, anyway. It's a long story.

Going to try to make it happen on the cheap again. Going to have to pool resources and combine talents with some heavy hitters to pull this rabbit out of a hat. Gonna write a killer script, though. Could be a lot of fun. Writing the script is the fun part. May have to come up with a proposal or private placement memorandum (PPM) to raise the money. Or save some money from my "job" in the "real world." Oh, I forgot, I'm unemployed again. I swore I'd never make another movie without the money first. In the words of Blaine Carson, "Dad gummit!"

I could even get rubbed out by the Mob. I own the screen rights to the definitive biography of Crazy Joe. I adapted a screenplay from the biography, Joey, by Donald Goddard, when I conceived and produced 3 Violent Plays with Thin Dime Theater Company in 1996. What if the Mob doesn't like it? What if I got it wrong? What if Joey Gallo's side lost the gang war and the winners of that gang war don't appreciate my version of the Crazy Joe story? Maybe I shouldn't even call him Crazy Joe... he hated that name. Nobody ever called him that to his face. (He was also known as Joey the Blond. He was shot down in Umberto's Clam House in NYC in 1971 on his 43rd birthday.)

My asking price for my script Joey & Jeffie is one million dollars... what if the Mob wants a cut? What if they send some Pauly Walnuts kinda guy to jack me up? Maybe he'll just stab me in the leg with an ice pick if I'm lucky? Holy shit, what have I done? What wicked webs we weave. Maybe I should give up this movie business and become a florist. Nah.