The Devil’s Guide To Hollywood

Watching the movie in the back of a Hollywood theater, the real Bukowski yelled, “If that were me, I would have stopped typing long ago.”
Somebody in the audience told him to shut up.
“Hey,” Bukowski said. “I’m the guy they made the movie about. I can say anything I want to say!”
Somebody yelled, “Oh yeah? Then shut the fuck up!”
Bukowski yelled, “Oh yeah? Fuck you!”
Cops were called. They handcuffed Charlie Bukowski and dragged him out of his own movie and locked him in jail.

the sixty-sixth Academy Awards, a screenwriter hired an airplane that towed a banner behind it proclaimi

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et up every hour or so and walk around for five or ten minutes. Otherwise, you’ll ruin your back, your prostate, and possibly your relationship with your wife and kids. Say hi to them, give them a hug, drink some water, and go back to work.

I tell them what Madonna says: “Money makes you beautiful.”
And I tell them that I’ve made a lot of money but that I’ll never be beautiful.

hen he got back to London after the Lawrence of Arabia shoot, screenwriter Robert Bolt told the London Sunday Times that the shoot had been “a continuous clash of egomaniacal monsters wasting more energy than dinosaurs and pouring rivers of money into the sand.”

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hen he got back to London after the Lawrence of Arabia shoot, screenwriter Robert Bolt told the London Sunday Times that the shoot had been “a continuous clash of egomaniacal monsters wasting more energy than dinosaurs and pouring rivers of money into the sand.”

I pass them on to you because my creative life has been dedicated to the belief that we screenwriters are not “schmucks with Underwoods” (as Jack Warner once called us)

Roman said, “Say the fucking words. Your salary is your motivation.”

“I don’t want accidents, I want disasters. I don’t want dirt, I want filth. I don’t want a storm, I want a hurricane. I don’t want fear, I want panic. I don’t want suspense, I want terror. I don’t want humor, I want hysteria.”

Make lots of copies of your script