Tonight, after 8 months of blood, sweat, cocaine, frantic screaming, procrastination involving many episodes of “Who’s the Boss?”, cappuccino, liquid acid, banana bread, Marlboro mediums and tears, I finished writing my screenplay. The arc of the story is this: a Jewish Yale grad English lit major goes out to Hollywood to write movies and winds up writing scripts for porno films. However, true to his intellectual aspirations, he writes the pornographic scripts as e.p.i.c films, giving the characters complex depth and using biblical and social metaphor within the story. The man who owns the smut company, Jerry Lubovitch, is a Jewish scumbag who initially scorns the young man for his attempts to make skin-flicks rich in substance, but ultimately realizes that it is the future of the pornographic industry.
It’s titled “Heatstroke Entertainment” and I’m taking it to the top baby!
I have a meeting with some bozo at Paramount tomorrow, i am going to bug him out for sheezy.
If the script ever got bought, I’d have max facemoney direct it and my hero Al Goldstein play Jerry Lubovitch.
Should I wear my Le Coq Sportif track suit or a Body Glove wetsuit (with a boogieboard under my arm) to the meeting? Decisions, decisions…
Doing it big like Tom Hanks at the Carnival trying to grow up too fast
FOCUSED MAYNG!