Anyway. So, erm... Yes. So, I... We're
known in Britain for making the smaller films. Lately we've pulled
out of that with Trainspotting but the smaller film, the Room With A
View With A Staircase And A Pond type movie. Films with very fine
acting but the drama is rather sort of subsued - subsumed? A word
like that. Sub-something or another. Just sort of folded in.
Everything's people opening doors:
"Oh, I'm... Oh."
"What?"
"Well, I... Oh."
"What is it, Sebastian? I'm
arranging matches."
"Well, I thought you..."I'd
better go."
"Yes, I think you better had."
And you can't eat popcorn to that.
Whereas if the film did any bit of business in America, some decent
bit of business, then Hollywood would remake it and up the budget by
50 million and it would be called The Room With A View Of Hell!
Staircase Of Satan... Pond Of Death. And have people open the door:
"You're fucking in here all the
time, in here with the fucking matches!
"What are you fucking doing with
the fucking matches?"
"Don't talk to me that way! You
fuck my wife? You fuck my wife? You fuck my wife? "You fuck my
wife? You fuck my wife?"
"I am your wife."
"That don't matter. I say again.
You fuck my wife?"
"All right, yes. I fucked your
wife. I am your wife and I fucked her."
"Daaah, you're gonna... Fucking
matches, I can't get... I'm gonna drive round town and put babies on
spikes."
Thboom! Hooha-hooha-hoo. Floom!
Zi-zi-zi.
"Oh, no! Space monkeys are
attacking."
A whole new part of the film.
"Hoo-hoo-hoo! Whaaah!" Poom!
Poom! Poom!
"Damn, it's jammed.”
"Janine? I love you, really. Even
though you fucked my wife."
"A fucking handbag.With a brick in it.
It's the Queen! Don't know who that is. Yeah."
We play bad guys in Hollywood movies
because of the Revolutionary War. The French, who were on your side
in the Revolutionary War, they play more esoteric characters. Their
characters go,
"I am Pierre. I have come from
Paris. I have come to have sex with your family."
"Help yourself. Because of the
debt of honor to General Lafayette."
You know your own history, yeah? You
don't know who he is, do you? The Spanish-American War? The French
Banana War? What? Revolutionary War. Hung out with Washington.
Lafayette. Street named after him in New York. We play bad guys. Take The Empire
Strikes Back from the Star Wars trilogy. The Death Star, just full of
British actors opening doors and going,
"Oh, l'm... Oh."
"What is it, Lieutenant
Sebastian?"
"It's just the rebels, sir.
They're here."
"My God, man. Do they want tea?"
"I think they're after something
more than that, sir. I don't know what it is but they've brought a
flag."
"Damn, that's dashed cunning of
them.
"Ah, Lord Vader."
(Heavy breathing)
(Deep voice) "Hello."
He was only impressive cos he had that
James Earl Jones voice.
"I am Vader. The Force is strong
with you."
If he had a much more...
(Camp cockney) "Ello".
"Look, I'm Lord Vader and just pay
a-bloody-ttention, all right?
"Luke, the Force is strong with
you."
"Is it?"
"Yeah."
"Who told you that?"
"Some bloke.
"He said the Force is really
rather strong with you."
"How strong?"
"Er, as strong as a small pony."
"That's quite strong, that is."
The film would never have fucking
worked, would it? Yeah.
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