Joseph Gordon-Levitt

It was an adventurous weekend. So adventurous, I wrote a short story. The short story was so good, I’ve decided to try and get it published. It needs another pass or two and to be trimmed to an accepted length, but I’m pretty excited about it.

I went on Playboy to see about publishing it. I remember they publish a short story every month in their magazine and I think this story would fit well in their pages. While I was on Playboy, I noticed a 20Q article about Joseph Gordon-Levitt and his new movie. It was a refreshing article because it talked about a couple of things. The first thing was when he said,

    “I love when someone approaches me and tells me they’ve seen me in something that made them feel something and that they connected to it. That’s part of why I do it. The other interaction is with people who really don’t care about the movies or anything like that. They just sort of buy into the fame thing, and that feels icky to me.”

That’s good, because when I ran into him at The National concert and blabbed about how much I loved The Lookout and thought he was fantastic in Mysterious Skin, I worried he was thinking, “oh, great, another douchebag that’s not going to leave me alone.” But I think he understood I was a true fan of his work. I hate the fame thing as well. People are famous for being horrible vain selfish people and it creeps me out.

The other thing he talked about was his character on 500 Days of Summer:

    “The (500) Days of Summer attitude of “He wants you so bad” seems attractive to some women and men, especially younger ones, but I would encourage anyone who has a crush on my character to watch it again and examine how selfish he is. He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.”

I’m glad he recognized it because that’s why I hated the movie and couldn’t finish it. He was a horrible character and I didn’t enjoy it.

Also, he talks about why right now is so exciting. I have lots of friends that live in the past and they love 80s music and 80s movies and I think if they could, they’d live their whole lives in the 80s. I agree with Joseph that with the power of the Internet and computers, you can create anything and find an audience. No one is beholden to anything. We’re all free to do what we want and that is extremely exciting. Sure, politicians suck and corporations suck, but when have they not? Wall Street was just as evil and greedy in the 80s as it is today.

And last, he talks about cars. I’m from Detroit. My father greatly benefited from GM as well as most of my friends. My girlfriend works in the car industry. I used to as well. I hate cars. I look at them and see giant vacuums sucking money out of my pocket. I just want a cheap car that gets me from A to B without breaking down. The fetish of muscle cars and classic cars and luxury cars and all that crap is completely lost on me as well. Money could go into so many more useful things.

I’m done ranting. I recommend reading the entire article.

Off to see about getting published.

Pages fifteen, sixteen and seventeen.

The Vegas over-under line of rewrites for this script is thirteen. I’m taking the over.

There’s nothing original here and all the characters are clichés so far. Basically, I’m using a gimmick at the conclusion to help separate it from other movies, but will anyone care by then? Since I won’t have the budget to use action scenes to make this script different from others, I’ll have to develop all the main characters and make them original and interesting, so that people fall in love with them, to make this a good script.

Also, I’ve resigned to the fact that I don’t have enough material to get to ninety, so Dino is a character that I’m adding. I killed him quickly in early drafts of mine, but I’m going to add him to the plot line somehow.

For those that are actually following along, I’m not trying make a mobster movie, it just appears that way so far. If I were to pick a movie that I was fashioning this upon, it would be Scott Frank’s The Lookout. It’s a solid action drama with some great interesting characters and terrific acting. I’d love for this to be that good.

(Pages 15, 16 & 17)
INT. DINO’S HOUSE

A nice modest house. Very clean and neat.

Dino walks in the front door.

DINO
Liz? LIZ?

LIZ
What? I’m in the kitchen.

Dino walks into the kitchen.

LIZ, 40s, very attractive, is sitting at the kitchen table with a half drunk bottle of liquor and a half empty glass in her hand. Her mascara has run down her face from her crying.

Dino leans against the kitchen wall.

DINO
I’m sorry, babe.

LIZ
Yeah, we’re all sorry after the fact.

DINO
I never meant to hurt you.

LIZ
How the fuck is sticking your dick in another bitch not supposed to hurt me?

There’s a several second pause.

Dino sits down at the table next to Liz.

DINO
I’m in the worst kind of trouble and I don’t know what to do and I know I don’t deserve it, but I need your strength to help me make it through.

LIZ
I don’t have enough strength to help the kind of trouble you’re in, Dino.

DINO
You know?

LIZ
Yeah. Jimmy’s goons were here. What did you do?

DINO
I borrowed some money and I can’t afford to pay it back.

LIZ
How much?

Dino just sits there, not wanting to answer.

LIZ
How much, Dino!?

DINO
A hundred grand.

LIZ
A hundred grand? A hundred grand?

Liz gets out of her chair and starts pacing around the kitchen with her half drink in her hand.

LIZ
A hundred fucking grand, Dino!? What the fuck do you need a hundred grand for? Where’s the money? What did you spend it on?

DINO
It’s gone, Liz. Does it really matter where I spent it.

LIZ
Yeah, it matters. Where is it?

DINO
I bought a house.

LIZ
A house? How the fuck do you buy a house without my signature?

DINO
It’s not in my name. It’s in hers.

LIZ
What? You gave some whore a hundred thousand dollar house? Get the fuck out.

DINO
Liz…

LIZ
I don’t believe you, I can’t trust you, I’m physically sick to my stomach now. I just want you to get the fuck out of here and I never want to see you again.

DINO
Please don’t do this to me, Liz. I need you.

LIZ
You don’t need shit but to get out of my house you fucking bastard!

Liz throws the rest of her drink in Dino’s face then throws the glass at him. It bounces off him and on to the floor. She starts smacking and pushing him.

LIZ
Get the fuck out! Get out! I hate you, motherfucker! I hate you! Get out!

Liz pushes Dino to the ground and has to fight to get up. Liz pushes him all the way to the front door.

LIZ
Get out, Dino, and I never want to see you again.

Dino manages to open the front door and steps out. He turns around.

DINO
I love you, Liz. I’m…

Liz slams the door on him.