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Memos From The Edge: Rantings of a Mad ScreenwriterPart One: The cockroaches are moving in!
June 22, 1996 The Wiltshire Hilton, Beverly Hills, CA Sent by Fax to Sonny Zenwicki from Landyn Parker Dear Sonny, Spotted a cockroach in my shaving mug this morning so I've moved to the Wiltshire while the fumigators do the nasty deed on my behalf. Oh the woes of urban living. Otherwise life's just peachy. Thanks for asking. Looks like I got that gig I was telling you about. Starting work tomorrow with Dirk Dunsten. Some legendary old fart producer from the 70's on a comeback tour. Optioned my latest action/adventure opus: "Hell is Other People." Wish me luck. I hear Dunsten's a freak. Cheers! Landyn P.S. See the attached article from GQ - everything you always wanted to know about love but were too dysfunctional to ask.
June 24, 1996 The Vistaview Hotel, somewhere in Manhattan, NY Sent by fax to Sonny Zenwicki from Landyn Parker Dear Sonny, My brain is fried. I'm in Manhattan (I think) at an undisclosed location. The Producer From Hell flew me in on the red-eye last night. After the world's longest cab ride, I was dropped to meet him at some flea bag hotel with a 40 of Scotch, my laptop and a couple of floppies. Four hours and six cigars later (his) and only after much crying and screaming (me not him) - we finally agreed on changes to the script. Bottom line: Dirk Dunsten's a dick. He's the stupidest man in show business and I hate his guts. But hey, I need the money so it's write-by-numbers time again. On that happy note - see the attached latest installment from Esquire which put me in mind of that whole Don Ho Flat Earth Society Cult you joined in the 80's. How much did your parents have to fork over to get you de-programmed anyway? Ciao for now! Landyn
June 27, 1996 Century Gothic Film Maniacs Inc. Burbank, CA Sent by fax to Sonny Zenwicki from Landyn Parker Syd Field told me there'd be days like this. I've just gone 48 hours without sleep, locked in a dank hotel room with a cigar chomping, Benzedrine popping maniac. Let me set the scene for you kid: the air conditioner buzzes endlessly in the background while my fingers bleed on the keyboard and my mind goes numb - or vice versa - depending on how much Jack Daniels room service puts in my coffee. All the while Dirk Dunsten, Producer From Hell, paces, pontificates and postulates. Words cannot describe the sheer misery of it all. Flew back this morning or was that yesterday - oh well, no matter. More of the same. It's all a blur anyway. At this point my life is an endless rewrite. Thanks for asking. Just fix me up with an IV drip of straight Mocha Java and I'll promise you anything. Landyn
June 30, 1996 Century Gothic Film Maniacs Inc. Burbank, CA Faxed to Sonny Zenwicki from Landyn Parker My God what a hangover I've got! Went to visit Dirk Jr. the son of the Producer From Hell, that Evil Spawn of Satan wannabe actor currently in rehab at the Betty Ford...(I can't even type this, it hurts so much)...making a long story short, the Producer's kid is getting the lead in the picture and Dirk Jr. wants me to rewrite all his lines, the little shit. Everyone's a critic! If they weren't paying me so much damn money, I'd walk. Unfortunately I'm in no condition to do anything except honk my guts out at the moment. Oh well, wishful thinking and salutations! Landyn Copyright © 1999 Larpi Inc. Visit the Mad Screenwriter's website here: http://www.dvshop.ca/dvcafe/madscreen/navigate.htm |
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