Although I am perplexed, Reg---or perhaps more pickled in 21st Century pejorative than perplex or pumpernickel, ..I was wondering if anybody else sees that (in a serious role) Robin Williams could play a very good Paddy Chayefski. With wry black subtle humor staged against a claustrophobic setting . . . the day leading up to the evening of his death---all due respects, certainly.
Then at the penultimate moment, as an epic epiphany..the scope and smell of Norman Mailer’s furry arm, a muse cold-cocks him whiteout across the jaw while deep in the mystery of a sensory depravation tank hallucination, horizontal travels, ..take a trip and never leave the farm state unraveled in a flicker thicker than liquor. …His body begins to morph and reverse all ill effects of cancer and intellectual self loathing and a divine design comes to mind, as hectares of disgruntlement & despair wash heavy ashore, with flotsam and jetsam leaving much ado for the cleanup crew of his aching bleeding noodle, to become the filaments of newer bluer light and unconvinced anguish gone to hyper-illumination and the perfect agitation! A movie.
…..Then he hits the sack.
Wakes up the next morning & begins film on his swan song to bear all swan songs with complete but sympathetic creative control. With Reg as (in the role of) casting director, David in the dual role of Score and a cameo as a guy who picks up another guy from a bad place and takes him to get pissed and ruminate on the human condition at a good place with a guitar & a bar. Some things are thrown through windows; ..one thing is thrown back with all the gusto of his intended cuts, so out there and in your face, you chained-in human race, not a muthafuckin thing you gona be able to do about it k-k-k-Ken! ..........Culminating in his assassination by a Cross-eyed-Rosy-Cheeked-&-Scowling-Pederast-Neo-Con-Tea-Partier-with-Halitosis-&-a-Polar-Pop-Barbie-Button at the Tribeca screening . . . Iris-Out to his smirking stoic silent movie face …then Fade-Out to credits and endsong
Re: Mr. Milius...speechless....
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intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
Although I am perplexed, Reg---or perhaps more pickled in 21st Century pejorative than perplex or pumpernickel, ..I was wondering if anybody else sees that (in a serious role) Robin Williams could play a very good Paddy Chayefski. With wry black subtle humor staged against a claustrophobic setting . . . the day leading up to the evening of his death---all due respects, certainly.
Then at the penultimate moment, as an epic epiphany..the scope and smell of Norman Mailer’s furry arm, a muse cold-cocks him whiteout across the jaw while deep in the mystery of a sensory depravation tank hallucination, horizontal travels, ..take a trip and never leave the farm state unraveled in a flicker thicker than liquor. …His body begins to morph and reverse all ill effects of cancer and intellectual self loathing and a divine design comes to mind, as hectares of disgruntlement & despair wash heavy ashore, with flotsam and jetsam leaving much ado for the cleanup crew of his aching bleeding noodle, to become the filaments of newer bluer light and unconvinced anguish gone to hyper-illumination and the perfect agitation! A movie.
…..Then he hits the sack.
Wakes up the next morning & begins film on his swan song to bear all swan songs with complete but sympathetic creative control. With Reg as (in the role of) casting director, David in the dual role of Score and a cameo as a guy who picks up another guy from a bad place and takes him to get pissed and ruminate on the human condition at a good place with a guitar & a bar. Some things are thrown through windows; ..one thing is thrown back with all the gusto of his intended cuts, so out there and in your face, you chained-in human race, not a muthafuckin thing you gona be able to do about it k-k-k-Ken! ..........Culminating in his assassination by a Cross-eyed-Rosy-Cheeked-&-Scowling-Pederast-Neo-Con-Tea-Partier-with-Halitosis-&-a-Polar-Pop-Barbie-Button at the Tribeca screening . . . Iris-Out to his smirking stoic silent movie face …then Fade-Out to credits and endsong
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
