Just finished a full draft of a screenplay with my pal Anthony Neil Smith. It's a comedy in the vein of Anchorman and Blades of Glory. In other words, it's ridiculous. That's okay because I'm ridiculous. It's fun. Trying being ridiculous some weekend. You can always go back to being proper if you don't like it.
The screenplay is called Pulp Boy, and it's about a very pulpy sci-fi writer named Emerson LaSalle who was big stuff in the 1970's but is now scrambling to save his waning career.
Why am I blogging about this? Because I always have this silly sense of accomplishment whenever I finish a project. It's nice to look at a stack of papers and say "Whew. All done."
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But much like Victor Frankenstein, we then look at our creation and say "What the hell did we just bring into the world?!"
Cool. I'd go to see a movie like that. Especially if it has lots of nudity and car crashes.
Have you received permission from Mr. Lasalle to fictionalize his life? I'd think he'd be ROYALLY pissed off...
Jeff,
If LaSalle doesn't like it, he can fight me. Bring it on, old man.
VG
I once knew a guy who got into a fight with Emerson LaSalle. He died. True story.
The guy died, not LaSalle.
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