Search the term “bottle+rape+scene+dennis+hopper” and you’ll likely be sent to this film, Steve’s second feature directorial effort (at 42, he’s 69 now) and Hopper’s purportedly favorite role. Bottle rape at 42:00. There’s a creepy, dreamy, nasty edge in almost all the sex scenes of Steve’s movies… If we were still talking I would probably bring it up, but as his mind is gone—shockingly, dismayingly gone—it’d be pretty pointless.
After all these years I’m still so steamed at Steve I forget how beautiful his movie and how achingly beautiful the music is.
To get a glimpse of Steve’s movie starring Jeremy Irons, read my post on Waterland below. PS 8 January 2019: I posted, then just as quickly removed, a pretty snarky photo of Steve just now. Can’t keep beating my fists on his chest, he’s gone, completely gone…body, mind, spirit, everything…
San Francisco, open your Golden Gate
You’ll let no stranger wait outside your door
San Francisco, here is your wanderin’ one
Saying I’ll wander no more
The Castro Theatre was our neighborhood picture palace back in San Francisco. Went to dozens of movies there, sometimes with Mister Grumble (this is when he still could see), sometimes with the The Kid, sometimes with both: King Kong, Casablanca, The Garden of Allah, The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek, that movie Steve’s son was in called Brokeback Mountain, etc etc etc. But the organ was always the best part.
Here‘s David Hagerty between evening shows giving the best of The Mighty Wurlitzer and ending (starting at 8:17), as he always does at every performance, with an inspiring rendition of the official anthem of my spiritual birthplace, “San Francisco” (Bronislaw Kaper and Walter Jurmann, lyrics by Gus Kahn, 1936).
Lucas Richman, Jeffrey Biegel, piano, and the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra record In Truth at Heinz Hall for the Performing Arts in Pittsburgh PA
American conductor/composer Lucas Richman has conducted several film score soundtracks including: As Good as It Gets, Se7en, The Manchurian Candidate (2004), and the Academy Award-nominated The Village. In addition to his recording and film work, Richman has been serving, since 2010, as the music director of the Bangor Symphony Orchestra in Bangor, Maine. Richman is the son of American actors Peter Mark Richman and Helen Richman and the brother of producer Orien Richman (who produced Steve‘s last movie). He received his master of music degree in conducting from the University of Southern California and earned a Dramalogue Award for conducting Leonard Bernstein’s Candide in 2005.
Taken by Oscar-winning cinematographer Robert Elswit (Waterland, Paris Trout) one Sunday afternoon in May. Steve gave me this pic the following month and he’s not getting it back. He just doesn’t understand what a good shot this is.
Just for the record, this is my first screenplay, written for two reasons:
1) Because a former black US Secret Service agent—still living—who became inadvertently involved in the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, personally asked me to write it;
2) To get back at an ex-friend, the self-described whore Stephen Gyllenhaal (yeah he’s a whore, but here’s one of his better movies), who had contracted with a dodgy production company to write and direct a feature narrative film vindicating the behavior of Kennedy’s Secret Service detail in Dallas on 22 November, 1963. (Luckily the film company ran out of money before they even started casting.)
No production deal yet, but I know everything—everything—proven and unproven about the JFK assassination. Ask me about anything. The rifle. Marina’s uncle. Gary Powers. Oak Cliff. Where I was that day.
As I said above, this is one of Steve’s better movies. (Re the pic below: It’s the only movie still I could find on the ‘net without a watermark and yes, that is Lena Headey in her first screen role.)
From the novel by Graham Swift, who has the semi-amusing story in his own memoir of how Steve got the job in the first place.