Showing posts with label Robert Evans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Evans. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 4, 2023

You're Only as Good as Your Next One: 100 Great Films, 100 Good Films, and 100 for Which I Should Be Shot - Mike Medavoy

My December reads were essays and a book on film, You’re Only as Good as Your Next One by Mike Medavoy. Medavoy is a long-time Hollywood studio executive who began his career in the 1960s and is still in the biz to this day. His resume includes Oscar-winners, the universally loved, and the downright hated. This fun, long read tells of his time in the industry from his start to the early 2000s. 

After getting his start at United Artists, he helped found multiple studios that went bellyup, usually a few years after firing him. Might recognize these: Orion, TriStar, and Phoenix Pictures (which is still around). He goes through the pictures he green-lit at each of these and goes into some detail about why they worked or didn't. He also walks the reader through how the business changed while goiing through his work, using these films as examples of something larger that was going on in Hollywood or the world. It's all pretty eye-opening.  


Some of the films he brought to the screen include: Amadeus, Annie Hall, Apocalypse Now, Dances with Wolves, Hook, Legends of the Fall, Network, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Philadelphia, Raging Bull, Rocky, The Silence of the Lambs, Sleepless in Seattle, The Terminator and Terminator 2: Judgment Day, and The Thin Red Line


He doesn't shy away from his duds either. He details why they didn't work and ultimately bombed in usually hilarious fashion. Take1984's The Cotton Club, my personal favorite annecdote from the book. This film got started when legendary producer Robert Evans more or less got fired from Paramount for cocaine trafficing. He called up Medavoy saying that he had a movie he wanted to get made and he could sell it with three words: gangsters, music, and pussy. 


With a pitch like that, of course this movie got made. Almost immediately, predictably, everything went to shit. Evans originally was going to direct but had no idea what he was doing. Orion (i.e. Medavoy) and Evans eventually brought in Francis Ford Coppola who was deeply in debt and despirate for money. He accepted though he and Evans had hated each other since The Godfather. The film ultimately took five years to make and went way over budget before losing money at the box office. Both Coppola and Evans blamed each other for the shitshow. Medavoy clearly sides with Coppola as Evans appears to be completely unhinged during this period.


With all the budget woes, Evans went to shadier and shadier backers as more respectable types started to cut ties. Eventually, Evans was taking money from Arab arms dealer Adnan Khashoggi, and a guy named Roy Radin that Evans met through his former drug dealer, Karen Greenberger, who was dating Radin. Radin was murdered about a year before the film was released. This became known as "The Cotton Club Murder." 


It gets weirder. In 1989 a contract killer and three others were sentenced for shooting Radin in the head and blowing up his body with dynamite to make identification by authorities more challenging. Among them was Greenberger who was angry about being cut out of a producer's role. Evans was considered a person of interest when two of the killers said that Evans and Greenberger hired them to take the guy out. At the trial, Evans pled the Fifth and refused to testify, though Greenberger later testified that Evans had no involvement in the crime. You can read more about in "The Cotton Club: A Scandal in Two Acts." 


Anyway, those are the kinds of stories I loved the most, though that one was especially scandalous. In the book you'll get more of Evans behaving badly as well as famously poorly behaved John Milius and Jon Peters. Milius is mostly known for his work as a screenwriter for such films as Apocalypse Now, and for being the inspiration for the character Walter Sobchak from The Big Lebowski. Peters, on the otherhand, is known for being the inspiration for the film Shampoo and for the insane stories Kevin Smith tells about him in An Evening with Kevin Smith. His fuckery has since been put to screen in one of my faves from the last few years, Licorice Pizza, directed by Paul Thomas Anderson. Peters is portrayed by Bradley Cooper in the 2021 film and is completely unhinged. This period was during Peters's long domestic partnership with Barbra Streisand. He has since been married to Pamela Anderson, this in 2020, though Anderson said she was "never legally married" to the guy because the paperwork wasn't filed. 


It's the stuff like this that I find super interesting. Hollywood, however, doesn't give us that juicy goss. Instead, we get bullshit stories that are only half true. Rarely is much of Hollywood star mythmaking accurate. Get discovered off the street or what have you. Lot of nepo babies out there. 


Book ends Medavoy's early days with Pheonix. He mostly details his work on The Thin Red Line in 1998. This epic war film written and directed by Terrence Malick after a 20-year absense despite his reputation as a genius was a very big deal at the time. The movie rags I read at the time, Premiere and Flicks, and the message boards were losing their minds over it. It ended up being fine but somewhat disappointing. So it was nice to get some of the inside scoup on what all went down.


The final movie he details is The 6th Day which he talks about like it was Andrei Tarkovsky or something. I saw this in the theater with a couple dudes from my high school basketball team. It was an Arnold Schwarzenegger vehicle where he plays a family man in the future who gets accidentally illegally cloned as part of a vast conspiracy. A billionaire's goons come for him, but come on, it's Arnold. We thought it was unintentially hilarious. 


He then ends the book discussing the causes of the steady decline in theater attendance when he was writing the book, which has only gotten worse, esqecially with the pandemic and all. He says it mostly comes down to the economy, technology, and the bullshit Hollywood was putting out which they saw as more marketable as opposed to riskier films that might offer better rewards in the long run. According to Medavoy, the cost of marketing and producing now requires outside partners for high cost films which lowers the upside. Thus making all the choices of which pictures to make more difficult. The decision to rely on remakes and sequels at higher costs either makes people feel that they have seen a movie and can either wait and see it on the after-market or miss it all together. Obviously, this has only got worse. 

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Chinatown is the greatest movie ever made


Chinatown. Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown. She's my sister AND my daughter! Fuu-uuuck this movie. I mean, solid hard-boiled detective movie. That little freak Roman Polanski did alright. His first movie after Charles Manson's crew killed his preggo wife, Sharon Tate. Couldn't really imagine a darker ending to a movie. Obvious that Polanski, who is a fucked up little man, will get into a bit, I'm sure, was going through some shit when making this, the movie with the most off topic title of all time.

Rotten Tomato Consensus: As bruised and cynical as the decade that produced it, this noir classic benefits from Robert Towne's brilliant screenplay, director Roman Polanski's steady hand, and wonderful performances from Jack Nicholson and Faye Dunaway.

Gist of the movie. Classic neo-noir mystery where Jack Nicholson's character, J. J. "Jake" Gittes, is paid by one Evelyn Mulwray to spy on her husband, Hollis, whom she believes is cheating on her. Hollis, it turns out, is the chief engineer for the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power and is publicly feuding with his former business partner and father in-law, Noah Cross, for Hollis's assertion that the creating a new reservoir would be unsafe. Gittes then photographs Hollis with a young woman who it is assumed he is having an affair with. After the pictures turn up on the front page of the paper, Hollis Mulwray ends up dead by apparent suicide. But all this turns out to be bullshit when the real Mrs. Mulwray, played by Faye Dunaway, shows up and Gittes starts investigating the whole thing as a murder.

Second Robert Evans/Paramount Pictures movie directed by Polanski. Written by Robert Towne, he based the screenplay on the California Water Wars which is some real interesting shit. Stars include Nicholson and Dunaway. Also John Hillerman who was Higgins in Magnum P.I., James Hong who was the standard Asian guy in movies for a while (you may remember him as Lo Pan from Big Trouble in Little China or the "so cold" guy in Blade Runner), Polanski as the guy who cuts Gittes's nose, and Burt Young who was Paulie in the Rocky movies.

Some bullet points... Burt Young's character is a wife beating asshole that really didn't age well coming from a director like Polanski who bragged about cheating on his beautiful, preggers wife before she was murdered by the Manson Family, said no woman was his intellectual equal, and had sex with multiple children which ultimately forced him to flee the country. In this we see Young getting pictures from Gittes of his wife boning some other guy. At the end, Gittes goes to Young's and the wife answers the door with black eyes. It is treated like a joke. Can just imagine Polanski being like, "ah, she'll have black eyes and be cooking dinner, it'll be funny!" But, yeah, that chick is a really shitty place with no way out. Instead of this guy she was at least physically into, maybe emotionally or whatever, now she just gets beat at home, forced to cook this prick's dinner and what not. Not hard to imagine why she went outside the marriage with him treating her as such. 

Nice little Seabiscuit Easter egg at the beginning of the movie. Gittes is reading the LA Times and on the cover of the newspaper it talks about the famed horse written about by Kenyon alum Laura Hillenbrand. 

Director John Huston is solid and creepy as shit as Cross. I may like him as much as an actor as I like him as a director. Currently reading his autobiography, An Open Book. Him and Brad Pitt are my current man crushes. Though his part in this is truly fucked and disturbing. Doesn't get any better than when Nicholson and him have their little talk when we first see the Cross character. There Cross and Gittes talk thus:
Cross: You've got a nasty reputation, Mr. Gits. I like that.
Gittes: Thanks.
Cross: If you were a bank president, that would be one thing. But in your business it's admirable and it's good advertising.
Gittes: It doesn't hurt.
Cross: It's, um, why you attracted a client like my daughter.
Gittes: Probably.
Cross: But I'm surprised you're still working for her - unless she's suddenly come up with another husband.
Gittes: No. She happens to think the last one was murdered.
Cross: Umm, how'd she get that idea?
Gittes: I think I gave it to her.
...
Cross: Gittes. You're dealing with a disturbed woman who's just lost her husband. I don't want her taken advantage of. Sit down.
Gittes: What for?
Cross: You may think you know what you're dealing with, but believe me, you don't
That is some player shit from Huston. Have to think he got some enjoyment out of saying all of this to Nicholson who was, at the time, dating his daughter, the lovely Angelica Huston. It's probably my favorite scene in the movie. Plus he is onto something there as Gittes, in my opinion, is sort of a shitty detective. Throughout the movie there are like five times where Gittes more or less proclaims he has figured it all out and was wrong as fuck. Dude thinks he knows everything. He doesn't know shit. Also, full of shit. Says some shit about him drawing the line at extortion. Bullshit. He bones a client for fuck's sake. And the weird I think racist joke he tells that is not funny and I'm not sure I really get, is fucking stupid and ill timed. But there is no universe where Nicholson's portrayal of the character doesn't win this movie.

Was inspired to watch this flick again after 20 years after watching Once Upon a Time In... Hollywood. Tried watching it imagining the Rick Dalton character in the Gittes role as I assume in that universe, Dalton is staring in Polanski flicks instead of Nicholson. Maybe with him instead, so like one of the other detectives or something. But I could totes see DiCaprio as Dalton as Gittes. Lot going on there mentally but I see it.

So, now, that ending, spoiler, is fucking dark. Fuck that shit. Female watching companion did not like. Dunaway gets shot in the eye by the cops when trying to flee her rapist father who is trying to take back his daughter/granddaughter. Once the car stops and the girl is screaming and Huston shields her eyes in about as creepy of a way as possible, it looks as though the girl is going to live with her rich daddy-granddaddy. This disgusting, gross murdering perv. I'm sure that is going to be fucking great. Must have blocked that shit. Left a horrible taste in my mouth. Had to start a Pixar movie as a pick me up.