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“You don’t get to rewrite what I write.”
My respect just skyrocketed for Warren Beatty. The guy wrote, produced, directed, and starred in a 3-hour epic on Communism during one of the most paranoid, right-wing eras of American history. Boss shit, with supporting turns from Gene Hackman, Jack Nicholson, and Vittorio Storaro’s roaming camera. Diane Keaton as Louise Bryant is a dream — Annie Hall eat your heart out. Masterpiece.
I’m a failure. I never even finished school. I think about death too much. My brain is a prison. I’m getting fatter. My hair is too ginger in the sun. The 9-5 job I work is mindless. I’m estranged from my family. I’ve had addiction issues for ten years. They’re becoming a part of me. Just when I start to get clean, something sends me into relapse. I’m twenty-four but fifty seems imminent. I have spells of manic depression. Sometimes…
5% structural perfection. 10% satire. 15% Hollywood criticism. 20% Nicolas Cage. 20% Nicolas Cage. 15% existentialism. 10% loneliness. 5% fantastical masturbation. Being John Malkovich is indeed as great as they say, but Being Charlie Kaufman is in a whole other league. I won’t see a film that’ll rock me like this for a long, long time.
“Neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does.”
