Grumpy goes to Hollywood
Relax. I didn’t do it. Even when I wanted to step to it.
What I did do is come across this great video of a portion of a talk by a sorta-famous, pretty successful movie writer/director. Watching it made me realize something – in an alternate universe, my Hollywood career would not have been like Joss Whedon’s. No, he has far more warmth and humanity than do I, is less aggressive, and is a natural.
I would have, instead, been more like Kevin Smith. The foulmouthed suburban irreverent smartypants white boy, Kevin Smith. Clerks, Mallrats, Chasing Amy, Dogma. That guy. Fuckin-A, he’s a much better comp.
Here’s the video. Watching it, if you know me, you will, I’m sure, see many parallels. Humor, language, the asides. Well, except the part where I can’t tell a good story (and this one’s a good one. I was captured by it, anyway).
Seriously, though, listening to Smith is like hearing alterna-me. Only, you know, talented and shit. And I wouldn’t have cast Linda Fiorentino.
More proof:
