Friday, April 25, 2014

Happy Birthday Jack Nicholson! Conclusion

















































“With my sunglasses on, I'm Jack Nicholson. Without them, I'm fat and 60.” 


Picture Legend

1. Jack with daughter Honey Hollmann
2. “The Little Shop of Horrors”
3. “One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest”
4. Cuckoos Nest, Jack with childhood friend Danny DeVito to his left
5. Jack and Will Sampson
6. With Louise Fletcher
7. Christopher Lloyd in his first film role, before Jim Ignatowski or anything else
8. With Marlon Brando in “The Missouri Breaks”
9. With Robert De Niro in “The Last Tycoon”
10. “Goin’ South”
11. “The Shining”
12. The Overlook Hotel (Timberline Lodge)
13. The Grady Twins
14. “The Postman Always Rings Twice” with Jessica Lange
15. “Reds” with Warren Beatty and Diane Keaton
16. “The Border”
17. “Terms of Endearment” with Shirley Mcclain
18. With Kathleen Turner in “Prizzi's Honor”
19. With Meryl Streep in “Heartburn”
20. Jack with three witches in “The Witches of Eastwick”
21. With Meryl and Tom Waits in “Ironweed.”
22. “Broadcast News”
23. “Batman”
24. With Madeline Stowe in “The Two Jakes”
25. With Danny DeVito in Hoffa”
26. “Wolf”
27. With Anjelica Huston in “The Crossing Guard”
28. “The Pledge”
29. With Jennifer Lopez in “Blood and Wine”
30. In “Mars Attacks”
31. In “Mars Attacks”... again
32. With Helen Hunt in “As Good as it Gets”
33. Helen and Jack win Oscars
34. “About Schmidt”
35. With Adam Sandler in “Anger Management”
36. With Diane Keaton and Amanda Peet in “Something’s Gotta Give”
37. “The Departed”
38. “The Bucket List”
39. With Paul Rudd in “How Do You Know”
40. Basketball
41.  6925 Hollywood Blvd, where jack’s star is located.
42. Grauman's Chinese Theatre
43. Jack
44. Elves
45. Jack and Jennifer


   “What do you think you are, crazy or something? Well, you’re not! You’re not!”
   Based on the book by Ken Kesey, directed by Miloš Forman, and produced by Michael Douglas, 1975‘s “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” brought together a stellar cast who were not stars yet. Danny Devito, before he made a name for himself as the smarmy Louie De Palma on “Taxi,” Christopher Lloyd, before he worked again with Danny on “Taxi,” as Reverend Jim Ignatowski, Louise Fletcher before she started swallowing frogs in “Invaders from Mars,” Brad Dourif before he became Chucky in “Child’s Play,” and Scatman Crothers, before Jack killed him with an ax in “The Shining” (Jack had worked with Scatman previously in “The King of Marvin Gardens,” and “The Fortune”).
   The stage actor William Redfield was given prominent billing in the film’s credits, and was probably the most experienced actor on the set (he appeared in the original 1938 stage production of “Our Town”). Dourif, Lloyd, and Devito were just starting out, Fletcher was coming off of a 11 year hiatus from acting to raise her children. 
   Unfortunately Mr. Redfield was diagnosed with leukemia during the production, and died a year after the film was released.
   Michael Douglas’s dad, was a successful actor in his own right, Kirk Douglas... perhaps you’ve heard of him (I’ve seen Kirk in person on occasion as he has been nice enough to come down to Skid Row to help serve Thanksgiving meals at the Los Angeles Mission)
   Kirk starred in the 1963-1964 production of Cuckoo’s Nest and owned the rights to make a film out of it, but could not find a studio that was willing to produce it. He kept those rights for ten years before giving them to his son, who got United Artists to help out. By this time Kirk was considered too old to play the part of McMurphy, and the part was given to Jack.
   Here's a clip, and another, and another.
   Filming took place at the Oregon State Hospital in Salem, Oregon. It cost 3 million to make and grossed $108,981,275.38, so it was considered quite successful financially. 
    It also was the second to win all five major categories at the Academy Awards, Best Picture, Actor in Lead Role, Actress in Lead Role, Director, and Screenplay. So “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” was considered quite successful in other ways as well.
   The first to win all five major categories was 1934's “It Happened One Night.” The only other film to do this was 1991‘s “The Silence of the Lambs.”
   So Jack was now an Academy Award winner, and not just a common nominee (because anyone with luck, years of experience, hard work and persistence, some more luck and fortuitous timing, and being born at the right time, and then being at the right place at the right time, and with a little good fortune, can get nominated). 
   Very good.
   “You know what woke you up? You just had your throat cut.”
   Next Jack got to work with his neighbor, with whom he shared a driveway up on Mulholland Drive somewhere, Marlon Brando (I don’t know when Jack moved in, but I know they lived next to each other until Brando’s death in 2004, after which Jack purchased the Brando home for 6 million and had it destroyed as it was infested with mold). 
   “So I mean it when I say that if you can't appreciate Brando, I wouldn't know how to talk to you. If there's anything obvious in life, this is it. Other actors don't go around discussing who is the best actor in the world, because it's obvious - Marlon Brando is.”
   The film also starred Randy Quiad and Jack’s long time friend, Harry Dean Stanton. Here’s the trailer. 
   Jack and Marlon were just off from the success of Cuckoo’s Nest and “The Godfather,” and Breaks had all of the ingredients for a great film, but it flopped, both critically and commercially, grossing only 14 million. 
   But it was fun.
   Jack played a small part in “The Last Tycoon,” based on the unfinished F. Scott Fitzgerald novel, starring a skinny Robert De Niro. I’ve not seen the film, but I assume it has an ending.
   “Well, I ain't no slab of meat to be auctioned off, but, what the hell. Fine by me.”
   Next Jack directed himself, the lovely and talented Mary Steenburgen (in her first professional acting job. Here’s a clip of her explaining how she got the part), Danny DeVito, Christopher Lloyd (Christopher and Mary would reunite 12 years later as love interests in “Back to the Future, Part III” The film business is so incestuous), and John Adam Belushi (in his first film, the same year that he appeared in “Animal House”) in 1978's “Goin’ South.”
   Another favorite of mine, it concerns a unsuccessful cattle thief who is sentenced to be hanged in Longhorn, Texas. Due to a local ordinance originating during the Civil War, a condemned man could be saved from the gallows if an unmarried lady married him and took responsibility for his good behavior. Here’s a clip, and another.
   This was the second film Jack directed, the first being 1971‘s “Drive, He Said,” and the third and last was “Chinatown’s sequel, “The Two Jakes,” which we mentioned Tuesday.
   “Heeeere’s Johnny!”
   “Although initial response to the film was mixed, later critical assessment was more favorable and it is now listed among the greatest horror movies, while some have even viewed it as one of the greatest films of all time. Film director  Martin Scorsese, writing in The Daily Beast, ranked it as one of the 11 scariest horror movies of all time. Film critics, film students, and Kubrick's producer Jan Harlan, have remarked on the enormous influence the film has had on popular culture.” 
   What film is Wikipedia talking about? Stanley Kubrick’s adaptation of Stephen King’s third novel, “The Shining.”  
   The 1980 film stars Jack, Shelley Duvall, Danny Lloyd, Scatman Crothers, and some ghosts that were imported from New Zealand. I don’t know why.
   Danny Lloyd, who played Danny Torrance, was chosen out of 5000 hopefuls. As of 2007, he was a professor of biology at a community college in Elizabethtown, Kentucky; in December of the same year he became a teacher of sciences in Missouri.
   There’s a famous story about Stanley and how he came to choose “The Shining” as his next project after making “Barry Lyndon,” which although critically acclaimed (being nominated for an Academy Award for Best Picture, and losing to Cuckoo’s Nest), had not performed as well financially (it cost 11 million to make in 1974, and grossed about 23 million, plus 9 million in rentals). He wanted to make a commercially successful film that was also artistically challenging, and he choose horror as the genre to do it.
   According to the story he had his staff bring him stacks of horror books which he reviewed in his office to the exclusion of all other business.
   According to Stephen King, "Kubrick's secretary heard the sound of each book hitting the wall as the director flung it into a reject pile after reading the first few pages. Finally one day the secretary noticed it had been a while since she had heard the thud of another writer's work biting the dust. She walked in to check on her boss and found Kubrick deeply engrossed in reading ‘The Shining.'" 
   “The Shining” was the first to make use of the newly invented Steadicam, which is a stabilizer for the motion picture camera which allowed for a smooth shot, even when moving quickly over an uneven surface, that made scenes like this possible. And this.
   Stanley was famous for being a perfectionist, and the production of “The Shining” was a long and arduous process, principal photography taking over a year to complete.  
   Stanley was constantly changing the script and writing new material on a daily basis, sometimes hourly, and Jack became so frustrated that he would throw away the copies that the production team would give to him to memorize, knowing that it was just going to change anyway. He learned most of his lines just minutes before filming began. This prompted Jack to make this observation about Stanley: “Just because you're a perfectionist doesn't mean you're perfect.” 
   But he also said this about him: “Everyone pretty much acknowledges him as The Man, and I still think that underrates him.”
   Jack was Stanley’s first choice for the role of Jack Torrance. Robert De Niro (who claimed the film gave him nightmares for a month. What a wussy), Robin Williams and Harrison Ford, were considered, all of whom were met with King's disapproval.
   Robin Williams? Really? I love Robin, but...
   Anyway Stephen King has been quoted as saying that although Kubrick made a film with memorable imagery, it was the only adaptation of one of his novels that he could remember hating. That’s pretty harsh, and may have prompted him to write a teleplay for a mini-series of “The Shining,” that aired in 1997, starring Steven Weber and the lovely and talented Rebecca De Mornay.
   Yet the very next year, in his non-fiction book “Danse Macabre,” he lists “The Shining" as a film among those he considered to have "contributed something of value to the [horror] genre" and mentioned it as one of his "personal favorites.’
   So clearly Stephen was hitting the sauce hard at the time. Perhaps he’s stopped since.
   Let’s hope so.
   Here’s a scene from “The Shining,” in which Jack terrorizes poor Shelley Duvall.
   And, as a special treat, here’s a 17 minute min-documentary shot by Stanley’s daughter Vivian, during the film’s production. Very worth while watching.
   Oh, by the way. My lovely ex-case manger Erin can’t decide if “The Shining” or “2001, A Space Odyssey,” is her favorite Kubrick film, but she understands “The Shining” better (yet she likes that Space Baby thing).
   As far as I know she has no opinion on Jack Nicholson.
   And all of that snow you saw in the scene above... it was salt.
   The next year saw Jack appearing with “American Horror Story’s” lovely Jessica Lange in “The Postman Always Rings Twice,” with intermittent girlfriend, Anjelica Huston, appearing in a supporting role. 
   And a cameo as a “Pirate at Beach,” in James Cagney’s last theatrical film, “Ragtime,” along with Brad Dourif, Mary Steenburgen, Pat O'Brien (in his last theatrical film as well), Donald O'Connor (who I had the honor of watching work once after I had snuck onto the Universal Studio lot and onto the sound stage where he was filming something. He was having a little trouble remembering his lines as I recall), Elizabeth McGovern, Mandy Patinkin, the author Norman Mailer, Jeff Daniels, Fran Drescher, John Ratzenberger, and that Samuel L. Jackson guy, who’s now doing credit card commercials.
   Miloš Forman directed.
   That year Jack reunited with Warren Beatty in “Reds,” portraying the American playwright Eugene O'Neill, which earned him another nomination for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor. Warren won for Best Director. The movie had something to do with the Russian Revolution of 1917.
   Jack was in one film in 1982, “The Border,” working with Harvey Keitel, Warren Oates in one of his last performances on film, and the lovely and talented Valerie Perrine.
    “Wind in the hair! Lead in the pencil!"
   Jack was in one film in 1983, and won an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his portrayal of astronaut Garrett Breedlove. The film was adapted from the novel written by Larry McMurtry, who also wrote “Lonesome Dove,” and co-wrote the screenplay for “Brokeback Mountain” (for which he boasted that he still only used  an old fashioned typewriter when writing while accepting an Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay), and also stars the lovely and talented Shirley MacLaine (who celebrated her, let’s see... carry the ought, times pi, plus a Eigenvalue Problem value, divided by the plurisubharmonic function, minus the dividend from Seven 11, uh, 39th birthday yesterday. Happy birthday Shirley!), Debra Winger (for whom Jack said this: “She's real smart, very dedicated, extremely resourceful about her work. You put up with her contentiousness because there is always something at the bottom. You get something you wouldn't get unless you took the trip with her. The girl's got boom.”), Danny DeVito, Jeff Daniels, and John Lithgow. 
   This film would mark the first collaboration between Jack and producer/director James L. Brooks. They’ll work together a few more times. 
   Brooks won 3 Academy Awards for Terms, Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Adapted Screenplay. He’s clearly an overachiever.
   Clearly.
   Shirley won an Oscar for Best Actress for her work. Happy birthday Shirley!
   Here’s a clip with Jack and Shirley. And here Jack receives his Academy Award.
   “Do I ice her? Do I marry her?” 
   1985 saw Jack working again with Anjelica Huston (she would win an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress for this performance), Kathleen Turner, and William Hickey (who was nominated for Best Supporting Actor) in "Prizzi's Honor." Jack’s co-star in “Chinatown, and Anjelica’s dad, John Huston, directed this story of two hit people who fall in love. This would be his second to last directorial effort, and he was nominated for Best Director.
   In 1986 Jack reunited with Mike Nichols, and finally got together with Meryl Streep in the first of two films they would make together, “Heartburn.” Stockard Channing, Jeff Daniels, and Miloš Forman putting on his acting hat, also starred (Kevin Spacey's first appearance in a film as a street thug was in “Heartburn”... and after all of these years he’s still playing a thug, although currently  in Washington D.C. as the Vice-President in “House of Cards”).
   The story concerns two writers who meet at a wedding, who marry and are happy until one of them discovers the other is philandering. I’m not going to give away who was the philanderer, but Jack famously received a pie in the face in the last scene.
   That’s the third thing Jack and I have in common. I once received a lemon  meringue pie in the kisser during a skit I performed in while a member of the Boy Scouts. Uuuummm Yummy.
   I was also wearing a dress at the time.
   As far as I know Jack has never done that, but who really knows? He may be wearing a mini-skirt right at this moment up in his house on Mulholland.
   Anyway, let’s continue.
   “I’m just your average horny little devil.”
   Lucky Jack got to work of three of my very favorite actresses in 1987's “The Witches of Eastwick” (clip above), Cher, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Susan Sarandon. Jack, uncharacteristically, plays the devil (well it had to happen sometime).
   “When I am cast in a movie where I feel that the woman's part is more interesting, I usually start thinking about Spencer Tracy and Fred Astaire. They seem to be the most clear actors when working with women.”
    Jack won a Saturn Award for Best Actor (the Saturn Award is an award presented annually by the Academy of Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror Films to honor the top works in science fiction, fantasy, and horror in film, television, and home video), Best Actor awards from the New York Film Critics Circle (for his work in Witches, Ironweed and Broadcast News) and the Los Angeles Film Critics Association (for Witches and Ironweed).
   “Goddamn dead men, traveling around together.”
   Jack also worked with Meryl again that year in “Ironweed,” another favorite of mine because I like movies about homeless derelicts. 
   Why homeless people live in the northeast of the country I have no idea. It gets cold there sometimes.
   I know this is getting kind of monotonous, but Jack was nominated again for Best Actor, and Meryl for Best Actress.
   Jack worked with James Brooks again in “Broadcast News,” that year, in a small but interesting role, along with the lovely Holly Hunter, Albert Brooks (who used to be a sweet, lovable guy, but has since gone bad in “Drive”), William Hurt, and Joan Cusack.      
   “Where does he get those wonderful toys?” 
   Directed by Tim Burton, and starring Michael Keaton, Kim Basinger, and Jack Palance, who all come together with Mr. Nicholson to make 1889's “Batman.”
   “Batman” was a critical and financial success. It cost $48 million to produce, and made $$411,348,924.65. It received several Saturn Award nominations, a Golden Globe nomination, and won an Academy Award for Best Art Direction.
    “Batman” was given the 46th position on the American Film Institutes list of the greatest movie hero “100 Years...100 Heroes and Villains." The Joker, which Jack played, was placed at the 45th greatest movie villain on the same list. In 2008, “Batman” was selected by Empire magazine as number 458 of The 500 Greatest Movies of All Time.
   Mel Gibson, Kevin Costner, Charlie Sheen, Pierce Brosnan, Tom Selleck and Bill Murray were considered for the role of Batman (Charlie Sheen? Bill Murray? Really? I love them, but...)
   Tim Curry, Willem Dafoe, David Bowie, John Lithgow and James Woods were considered for the Joker. Burton wanted to cast Brad Dourif, but the studio refused. Robin Williams lobbied hard for the part, but the producers wanted Jack, and he got the part.  
   “The thing I like about The Joker is that his sense of humor is completely tasteless.”
   Jack once described the Joker as a psychotic version of Bugs Bunny, and I’d have to agree.
   Here’s a clip, and here’s a short piece on the making of the Joker.
   He received a $6 million salary, as well as a large percentage of the box office gross estimated at $60 to $90 million.
   Currently Jack’s estimated net worth is about $240 million dollars, which is what the Koch brothers usually leave as a tip after dinner in a restaurant .
   His art collection includes Matisse, Warhol, Tamara de Lempicka, and Picasso; the collection is estimated to be worth over $100 million.   
   “I'm so rich that I'm going to sell myself like an ordinary person. I'm not into money at all.”
   On the twentieth anniversary of its release in a retrospective article on Salon.com, film commentator Scott Mendelson noted the continuing impact that Batman has had on the motion film industry, including the increased importance of the opening weekend box office receipts; the shorter window between a film's debut and its video release which has caused the demise of second run movie theaters; the accelerated acquisition of pre-existing, pre-sold properties for film adaptations that can be readily leveraged for merchandizing tie-ins; the primacy of the MPAA PG-13 as the target rating for film producers; and the more non-traditional casting opportunities for genre films, and a whole bunch of other stuff.
   What he was trying to say was that “Batman” was revolutionary for the motion picture business as a whole.
   1990 saw the release of “The Two Jakes,” which we’ve discussed, in which Jack worked with his “The Border” co-star Harvey Keitel again.
   In 1992 “Man Trouble” was released. It reunited Jack with his “Five Easy Pieces" director, Robert Rafelson, and in which he worked with Ellen Barkin, Beverly D'Angelo, and Harry Dean Stanton.  
   It didn’t do very well.
   “You can’t handle the truth!”
   That year he also appeared in Carl’s son, Rob Reiner’s “A Few Good Men,”  adapted for the screen by Aaron Sorkin from his third play of the same name, and who was just starting out. The film also starred Tom Cruise, Demi Moore, J. T. Walsh, Kevin Bacon, and Kiefer Sutherland.    Here’s a clip.
   Yes, yes, Jack was nominated once again for an Academy Award, this time for Best Supporting Actor (Jack has been nominated 12 times for acting (eight times as Best Actor, four times as Best Supporting Actor), and he ties Katharine Hepburn's 12 nominations (all in the Best Actress category) and only Meryl Streep with 14 (10 in the Best Actress category) has more acting nominations. (Bette Davis' was nominated 10 times for an Academy Award, all of them for Best Actress. He is tied with Walter Brennan and Daniel Day-Lewis for the most Oscar wins by any male actor).
   “I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get the union back.”
. The biographical film “Hoffa,” was also released in 1992, which co-starred DeVito (who also directed), John C. Reilly, J. T. Walsh, and Armand Assante. It was written by David Mamet.
   Critics were mixed on this film, and it didn’t do all that well at the box office, costing $35 million to make, and grossing $29,302,121.12.
   Jack received both a Golden Globe nomination for Best Actor and a Razzie nomination for Worst Actor. Danny also received a Razzie nomination for Worst Director. None of the nominated awards were won. 
   Back with Mike Nichols in 1994‘s “Wolf," this was a little change of pace for the two, wherein Jack played a werewolf, a real one, not one of those fake werewolves. 
   I think I can safely say this was the first werewolf movie for the two of them... and the last. 
   The film also starred Michelle Pfeiffer, James Spader, another of my favorite actors, Richard Jenkins, and that singing fool, Christopher Plummer.
   Here’s a clip, and here’s another one.
   The film reportedly cost $70 million to produce, and grossed $131,002,597.07, which means after distribution and marketing costs, it probably lost money in it’s initial run (and would most likely make it up later).
   Janet Maslin in the New York Times wrote:"So long as it stays confined to the level of metaphor, as it does in the first hour of Wolf, this idea really is irresistible. And Mike Nichols's own killer instincts as an urbane social satirist are ideally suited to this milieu... Only later, when the wolf motif is allowed to become literal, does Wolf sink its paws into deep quicksand... Mr. Nicholson, who actually totes a briefcase for this role and gives one of his subtlest performances in recent years, is well suited to the conversational savagery that marks Wolf at its best... Unlike Francis Ford Coppola, who revealed a surprising enthusiasm for horrific vampire tricks in Bram Stoker's Dracula, Mr. Nichols shows no great gusto for the supernatural... there are admirable performances from Mr. Spader, still turning the business of being despicable into a fine art, and Kate Nelligan, as Will's deceptively brisk and efficient wife... Ms. Pfeiffer's role is underwritten, but her performance is expert enough to make even diffidence compelling. Mr. Plummer, as he should, radiates a self-satisfaction so great it actually seems carnivorous."
   In 1994 Jack was given a Lifetime Achievement Award from the American Film Institute. Here’s a clip of his acceptance speech. In the audience you can see many of the lovely actresses who had co-starred with him throughout the years.
   Here’s a list of most of the nominations and awards Jack has received throughout his life... so far.
   “The Crossing Guard,” is a 1995 independent, revenge/thriller film, directed and written by the actor Sean Penn. It also stars Sean’s significant other at the time, and mother of two of his children, Robin Wright (they would marry in 1996), David Morse, Anjelica Huston, Carrie’s mom, Piper Laurie, Priscilla Barnes, and our lovely, soon to be friend, Miss Kari Wührer.
   Here’s clip featuring Jack and Kari.
   The film didn’t make much money at all, but was well received critically. Sean would also direct Jack in 2001‘s “The Pledge,” which also starred Patricia Clarkson, Benicio del Toro, then wife Robin Wright Penn, Aaron Eckhart, Helen Mirren, Vanessa Redgrave, Mickey Rourke, Sam Shepard, and good old Harry Dean Stanton. 
   What a cast, right?!
   And it was well received, for the most part, critically, but again didn’t make back the money it took to produce (it probably has since it’s initial release, through cable, rentals, and other venues. It’s actually quite hard to lose money in the movie business... especially after “Batman.”
   Here’s a clip of a scene at the very end of the film with Jack going bug nuts.
   Reminds me of me on a Saturday night.
   And here’s young Aaron Eckhart with a story about the production and Jack.
   Back in 1996, Jack worked with director Bob Rafelson in the neo-noir thiller, “Blood and Wine,” also starring Michael Caine, Jennifer Lopez, and Judy Davis.
    "A degenerate misanthropic downbeat violent neo-noir heist thriller that ends up being a nasty and unfulfilling character study about greed among a dysfunctional family ... It's an insignificant, dour and sleazy film, with no fun but to watch Nicholson and Caine compete for who has the worst hair dye job." -Film critic Dennis Schwartz 
   Vs
   "Blood & Wine" is a richly textured crime picture based on the personalities of men who make their living desperately. Jack Nicholson and Michael Caine are the stars, as partners in a jewel theft that goes wrong in a number of ways, each way illustrating deep flaws in how they choose to live." -Film Critic Roger Ebert
   What does this tell us? It tells us that anybody with an opinion and who can put a sentence together can be a film critic.
   “Blood and Wine” cost $26 million to make, and brought in $1,094,668.28. 
   The people spoke.
   I liked the film. I want to see it again. 
   Right after I watch “The Cry Baby Killer.”
   Jack also had an extended cameo appearance, reprising his astronaut role in the sequel to “Terms of Endearment,” 1996‘s “The Evening Star.”
   “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!”
   Back with Tim Burton, Jack played two roles in 1996's “Mars Attacks,” which was based on a true story I’m told (yes, Martians heads do explode when they hear Slim Whitman's rendition of "Indian Love Call." So does mine)
   The film boasts an interplanetary cast consisting of, Glenn Close, Warren’s wife Annette Bening, Pierce Brosnan, Danny DeVito, Martin Short, Sarah Jessica Parker, Michael J. Fox, Rod Steiger, the singer Tom Jones, Natalie Portman, Lisa Marie, our friend Christina Applegate, Pam Grier, Jack Black, Paul Winfield, and a whole bunch of devious, marauding Martians. 
   Pretty big and impressive cast, right. Indeed it is, yet the screenwriter, Jonathan Gems (and Burton, who didn’t ask for credit), had planned for 60 leading characters, but was asked to trim it down a tad, which he did, to 23. 
   Jack played both the President of the United States, and Las Vegas property developer Art Land. 
   Warren Beatty was first cast as the President, but dropped out. Paul Newman replaced him but eventually left the production because of concerns about the violence in it. Michael Keaton was also considered, before Jack got the role.
   Johnny Depp uncharacteristically turned down a role in a Tim Burton film, and that part was given to Michael J. Fox. 
   “Mars Attacks” made a little more than $1 million more than what it cost to produce and market (and that’s not counting distribution costs, which are typically half of the box office receipts) costing $100 million to make and market and grossing $101.370.86. million.
   The film received mixed reviews, yet after time has earned a cult status. 
   Here’s a clip.  
   I love the film, and wish I were watching it right now... right after “Blood and Wine” perhaps.
   “You make me want to be a better man.”   
   By 1997 Jack was due for another Academy Award for Best Actor, so he teamed up with Jimmy (I call him Jimmy) Brooks, the lovely and talented Helen Hunt (who also won an Academy Award for Best Actress), and Greg Kinnear, and came up with “As Good as it Gets,” a title which probably has nothing to do with the film’s content (just like 2003‘s “Something’s Gotta Give”). 
   Jack plays a “misanthropic, obsessive-compulsive novelist,” who found love when he wasn’t even looking for it.
   The film was a critical success. Empire magazine ranked it 140th on their "The 500 Greatest Movies of All Time" list, which is pretty cool.
   Here’s a compilation clip, and here Jack accepts his Oscar.
   And it was a commercial success, which is always nice. It cost $50 million to make (without including distribution and marketing costs, which were probably about $70 million) and made over $148 million domestically and $314 million worldwide. $314 million minus $120 million equals, let’s see, uh, carry the ought, times pi, plus a Eigenvalue Problem value, divided by the plurisubharmonic function, minus the dividend from Burger King, uh, almost $194 million profit, plus what it would make on cable, rentals, on airplanes, whatever.
   It made money.
   Jack took a well deserved break, and returned to acting in 2001‘s “The Pledge,” which we’ve discussed. 
   That year Jack was the very first person to receive the Stanislavsky Award at the 23rd Moscow International Film Festival for "conquering the heights of acting and faithfulness."
   "Relatively soon, I will die. Maybe in 20 years, maybe tomorrow, it doesn't matter. Once I am dead and everyone who knew me dies too, it will be as though I never existed. What difference has my life made to anyone. None that I can think of. None at all."
   The next year Jack teamed up with Alexander Payne in his third directorial effort, “About Schmidt,” which co-starred the lovely and talented Kathy Bates (in a hot tub scene I will not soon forget), and Hope Davis. 
   The film is about Warren R. Schmidt, whom after his wife passes away, retires and goes on a trip to see his daughter who is getting married. It’s sort of a rode trip movie, without Bob Hope and Bing Crosby. 
   I really like this movie. It’s funny and poignant all at the same time (what a review). I like it that Schmidt sponsors a little boy in Tanzania named Ndugu Umbo, who he writes to, telling the child about his life (that doesn’t really happen of course. Kids don’t want to hear about their sponsors problems, they’ve got enough of their own. And the letters are censored so that kind of thing doesn’t happen). I like that because I sponsor a child in Ecuador, eight year old Meivelyn Noemi Cacao Mendoza. 
   The film made a little money, costing $30 million to produce, and bringing in $105,834,556.46, but more importantly (“For many people, the only tangible value is money. And of course money has its place, but the value of cultivating a compassionate attitude is much more effective. When we only pay attention to material values, there’s little room for concern for others, or for mutual regard.” -Dalai Lama), it was well received by just about everybody. Here's a clip.
   Alexander won himself a Golden Globe Award for Best Screenplay, as did Jack, for Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama. 
   "I'm a little surprised. I thought we made a comedy," Jack said.
   It wasn’t that funny. 
   “Temper's the one thing you can't get rid of, by losing it.”
   But 2003‘s “Anger Management” was (at least it was a lot funnier than “About Schmidt”). Yeah, Jack was in it, along with Adam Sandler, and the lovely and talented lady actors Marisa Tomei, Krista Allen, Heather Graham, Woody Harrelson, and Harry Dean Stanton. 
   Here’s a clip. 
   The film was a modest financial success, making a little money as well.
   Critics could take it or leave it, which is about how I felt about it, although I really enjoyed Marisa’s, Heather’s and Krista’s work.
   As usual.
   That year also saw Jack star in “Something's Gotta Give,” along with Diane Keaton (in all her glory), Keanu Reeves, Amanda Peet, and Frances McDormand.
   In the film Jack is a successful music mogul who is dating a much younger woman, Amanda. They drive to her mom’s house expecting her to be gone, but she surprises them and her self. Diane plays the mom, and she and Jack eventually get together, or something like that. You should really see the movie yourself.
   Keanu is a doctor. 
   “Something’s gotta Give,” made a boat load of money and was well received, earning an Academy Award nomination for Diane (she won a Golden Globe). 
   Jack got diddly squat.
   “I don’t want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.” 
   And as far as I’m concerned Jack was robbed three years later after Martin Scorsese’s “The Departed,” was released, and when the Oscar people neglected to nominate him for an award for best supporting actor, because I think he certainly deserved at least that.
   They gave it to Mark Wahlberg instead, the nomination, which is cool. He did a good job too. 
   He certainly showed that smug rat bastard Matt Damon what’s up, didn’t he?
   The crime/drama (based on the Japanese film “Infernal Affairs”) also stars my buddy Martin Sheen, Noah’s nemesis Ray Winstone, the lovely and talented Vera Farmiga, Alec Baldwin, and some kid by the name of Leonardo DiCaprio.
   The film was produced by Brad Pitt, and some other guys.
   Here’s a clip, and here’s another.      
   The film met wide acclaim. Entertainment Weekly put it on its end-of-the-decade, "best-of" list, saying, "If they're lucky, directors make one classic film in their career. Martin Scorsese has one per decade (“Taxi Driver” in the '70s, "Raging Bull" in the '80s, "Goodfellas" in the '90s). His 2006 Irish Mafia masterpiece kept the streak alive."
   It made some money as well. 
   I’ll tell you this about “The Departed.” After seeing it I couldn’t get the Rolling Stones song “Gimme Shelter” out of my head for three and a half weeks.
   And I’d even heard it before!
   Curse you, Scorsese! 
   Lastly, no examination of “The Departed” would be complete without linking to the “Celebrity Death Match” between Jack and Leonardo, here.
   I have to warn you, it’s pretty gruesome.
   The next year Jack stared with Morgan Freeman in the a fore mentioned “The Bucket List,” which I saw just last week on the T.V. machine, and I was reminded of how depressing it actually is because all the actors talk about is dying. Here’s a clip.
   Jack has some views on his own mortality:
   “I would be so happy if I didn't smoke, for a lot of reasons. I can't believe that I can't break the habit. I don't want to be lying around, dying in Cedar's Sinai Hospital and thinking that I was as stupid enough, a man who is as petrified of dying as I am, to have done it to myself. I'm a real fraidy-cat about mortality.” 
   And, “One of the toughest parts of aging is losing your friends. At first it starts quietly, then pretty soon it's every month, and you can't help but think, ‘When is that bell going to go off for me?’ And on top of that you feel this constant loss. At this time of life, you feel just a sword's point from death. It's frightening - who wants to face God and the clear white light? I know I definitely don't. Yet.”
   The last film Jack appeared in was 2010‘s “How Do You Know,” directed by Jimmy Boy Brooks, and starring the lovely and talented Reese Witherspoon, Paul Rudd, and Owen Wilson. 
   The IMDB does not list any new films in the works. Let’s hope Jack is taking another well deserved rest before getting back on the job.  
   We’ll we’re getting close to the end now. It seems we’ve mentioned and linked to everyone who’s ever worked in Hollywood for this piece... except perhaps, Steven Spielberg. Maybe a extraterrestrial, archaeological, dinosaur, A.I. superhero comedy/drama collaboration between the two is in order.
   What else?
   Jack is a big fan of the Los Angeles Lakers. He has seasonal court-side seats so he can throw things at the referees. There’s a picture above to prove it.
   He publicly endorsed Senator Hillary Clinton as his choice for Democratic candidate in the 2008 presidential election, stating that she was "the best man for the job."
   He’s a lifelong devotee of Bob Dylan and Louis Armstrong.
   Jack has long refused to do any televised interviews except for press conferences, but in recent years has occasionally agreed to speak briefly when approached by reporters. He has not appeared on a talk show since 1971.
   “There is no way you can get people to believe you on screen if they know who you really are through television.”   
   And, “I don't want people to know what I'm actually like. It's not good for an actor.”
   The fourth thing Jack and I have in common is that we don’t own a cellphone.
   Jack’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame is located at 6925 Hollywood Blvd, Hollywood, California (34°6′7″N 118°20′27.5″W).
   6925 Hollywood Blvd, is also the address of the famous Grauman's Chinese Theatre.
   Jack’s name in Elvish is Finwë of Dorthonion.
   And all of us here at Joyce’s Take wish Jack, his family and friends, continued good health and fortune, and many more Academy Awards, and of course, a very happy birthday!
   Happy Birthday Jack!
   And finally...
   “I think it is very unattractive for me to be seen fawning over little, tiny girls. I didn't feel that for a long time but now I do. If I could slip them out the back entrance wrapped in a blanket, that's a different story.”

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Happy Birthday Jack Nicholson! Part 1






























“In my last year of school, I was voted Class Optimist and Class Pessimist. Looking back, I realize I was only half right.”

“What's beautiful is all that counts, pal. That's ALL that counts.” 



Picture Legend

1. Jack Nicholson
2. Showgirl
3. Jack Nicholson playing a child
4. A little older
5. Jack’s first film, “The Cry Baby Killer”
6. Sandra Knight
7. Jack, daughter Jennifer, and grandson’s Sean and Duke
8. “The Raven,” with Peter Lorre, Vincent Price, and Olive Sturgess
9. “The Terror,” with wife Sandra Knight
10. Necrophilia
11. “The Andy Griffith Show”
12. “Psych Out” with Susan Strasberg
13. “Easy Rider”
14. “Five Easy Pieces”
15. Jack checking something out in “Carnal Knowledge”
16. Badass Buddusky in “The Last Detail”
17. With Faye Dunaway in “Chinatown”
18. Jack and Anjelica
19. Jack and Winnie Hollman
20. Lorraine Nicholson
21. Jack and Rebecca Broussard
22. Rebecca with her children, Lorraine and Raymond Nicholson
23. With Maria Schneider in “The Passenger”
24. “Tommy”
25. “The Fortune” with Warren Beatty and Stockard Channing


   Happy Earth Day!
   Alright. Hold on. We’re going to be here a while.
   Today it is my great pleasure and honor to give a great big birthday shout out to not only one of my favorite actors, but one of the world’s favorite actors, producer, writer, and director, and golf aficionado,  Jack Nicholson. 
   All of the quotes below, unless attributed otherwise, are his.
   Like some of us, Jack was born at a very early age as a small, compact, male infant, in Neptune City, New Jersey (or Manhattan, according to the Internet Movie Data Base. Flip a coin).
   “Holy shit!”
   John Joseph Nicholson Jr, who would later liked to be called “Jack,” was born on this day in 1937, which makes him, let’s see, uh, carry the ought, times pi, plus a Eigenvalue Problem value, divided by the plurisubharmonic function, minus the dividend from Rite Aid, uh, 39.
   Neptune City (40° 12′ 0.76″ N, 74° 2′ 1.03″ W, elevation 23 feet above sea level, population of 4,869 in 2010), as some of you may know, was home to the Steiner and Son's Pajama Factory, manufacturer of the "The Universal Nightshirt," which became very popular around the country back in the 1890s. "We Put the World To Sleep," was their slogan. 
   There is no evidence that Mr. Nicholson owned a Universal Nightshirt, or that he even wears pajamas. Perhaps you can contact his representatives to find out.
   In 2000 the buildings were destroyed to be replaced with condominiums. The ghost of Steiner, however, sought revenge for the city’s impertinence, and pushed over the demolition crane during the wrecking ball operation. 
   Neptune City boasts the Neptune City Community Center, which offers a recreation building with a gym, game room, exercise room, computer room, TV room, and a special occasion room used for undifferentiated special occasions. 
   Jack’s mother, June Frances Nicholson, was a showgirl (a female dancer or performer in a stage entertainment show intended to showcase the performer's physical attributes), who went by the name of June Nilson for the stage. June it seems, was rather frisky for her age, and was only 16 or 17 when she gave birth to Jack, and the identity of his father is somewhat, how shall I put this, uncertain. One candidate was Donald Furcillo, who was also in show business, and who married June six months before Jack’s birth, even though he was at the time married to someone else. Some speculate that June’s manager, Eddie King from Latvia, may have been Jack’s biological dad. 
   Who knows? I certainly don’t.
   Donald being the honorable man that he was, offered to take responsibility for Jack, but June’s mother Ethel insisted that she bring up the child, partly so that her daughter could continue with  her career and partly because June was so young.
    June was of Irish, English, and German descent, and Jack has since referred to himself as being Irish, and was raised in the Catholic tradition.
   “I'm Irish. I think about death all the time.”
   How cheery.
   So Jack was raised by his grandparents, Ethel May, a hairdresser, beautician and amateur artist, and John Joseph Nicholson, a department store window dresser, in Manasquan, New Jersey, (40.113032°N 74.036886°W, elevation only 3 feet, population: about 5,871 in 2012), which lies 6.8 miles south of Neptune City, and is much closer to the Atlantic Ocean, which is important to almost no one.
   For the first 37 years of Jack’s life he thought that Ethel and John were his parents, and that June was his sister. He discovered the truth when a journalist for TIME magazine, who was working on a feature about Jack, informed him of the fact in 1974. By that time, both June and Ethel had passed away (in 1963 and 1970, respectively).
   Imagine that.
   I’m currently 58 years old... yes, yes, I know what you’re thinking... you sure don’t look it Rick. Be that as it may, I’m 58 and have no idea who my biological parents are as I was adopted when I was 3 days old, and I’ve never had the desire to investigate the matter being perfectly happy with the two loving people who chose to take me in. All I do know about my biological parents is that they were both Irish, which makes me Irish as well... like Jack. That’s the first thing we have in common. 
   A second commonality is that we’re both losing our hair.   
   Back in the 50s, the family moved to Spring Lake, New Jersey (40.153°N 74.028°W, elevation 5 meters, population: who cares), which lies 3.8 miles north of Manasquan, and 3 miles south of Neptune City. 
   One of Jack’s friends as a child was this little short kid named Danny DeVito. Jack and Danny’s relatives ran a hair salon together.
   Danny would later earn some notoriety in show business himself. Perhaps you’ve heard of him. He and Jack would also appear in several films together (“One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest,” “Goin’ South,” “Hoffa,” which Danny also directed). 
   Students who lived in Spring Lake and who were attending public high school were boated off to Manasquan High School as part of a sending/receiving relationship with the Manasquan Public School system.  
    He was voted "class clown" in high school by the Class of 1954, and depending on the source, was either an honor student or in detention every day for an entire school year. Knowing Jack it might have been both.
   He studied drama in high school, and in June of 1954 he graduated and headed out west to Los Angeles (34°03′N 118°15′W, Elevation 2796 inches, Population: about two fifths that of New Jersey) with his “sister” June.
   “She’s my sister, she’s my mother. She’s my sister, she’s my mother. She’s my sister, she’s my mother.” Quote attributed to me, via “Chinatown.”
   All of 17 years old, Jack landed a job as a gopher for MGM Studios, for the animators William Hanna and Joseph Barbera specifically, who would become responsible for such shows as “The Flintstones” (the first successful prime-time animated show, waaaayyyyy before “The Simpsons”), and “Jonny Quest,” and invested his income in acting classes. 
   They offered him a job as an animator after seeing his skill as an artist, but he declined, siting his desire to pursue acting.
   After his first screen test Louis B Mayer, of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios, said to him "I don't know what we can use you for but if we ever do need you, we'll need you real bad".
   The first acting job that the IMDB lists Jack as getting was on the  anthology television series, “Matinee Theatre,” hosted by John Conte, in an episode entitled “Are You Listening,” with veteran actor Conrad Janis, which aired on September 3rd, 1956.
   Jack became acquainted with B movie producer Roger Corman, and got his second acting job as the antagonist in 1958's cult classic (it’s a classic now because Jack was in it), “The Cry Baby Killer,” starring  Harry Lauter and Carolyn Mitchell, who at the time was the fifth wife of acting legend Micky Rooney, who sadly passed away just 16 days ago, at the age of 94.    
   Jack played a man freaked out because he thought he might have murdered someone, and he takes some hostages as a result, including a baby... which cries I guess. I don’t know why (why he took the hostages, not why the baby was crying... although I don’t know that either). I haven’t seen the film yet, but I do have it on my computer and am looking forward to seeing it. Here’s a clip.
   “No novocaine – it dulls the senses!”
   1960 saw Jack doing some more T.V. work, and acting in small parts in four movies, one of them being the cult classic (and not just because Jack was in it) “The Little Shop of Horrors,” the story of the first invasive plant species, the Mongolian Maneater, being introduced to New York City. 
   Jack plays a rather neurotic dental patient who really enjoys visiting the dentist. Here’s a clip.
   “Frankly, I got into the movies because I like the movies a lot.”
   He continued his television work on shows like “The Barbara Stanwyck Show,” with someone named Barbara Stanwyck, “Tales of Wells Fargo,” with Dale Robertson, “Hawaiian Eye,” with Connie Stevens, who my mother’s dad was secretly in love with, and “Sea Hunt” (the country's most successful syndicated series at the time) with Beau and Jeff’s dad, Lloyd Bridges, who younger folks may remember from this and this. 
   “I never had a policy about marriage. I got married very young in life and I always think in all relationships, I've always thought that it's counterproductive to have a theory on that.” 
   Jack met Sandra Knight in Jeff Corey’s acting class in Pennsylvania, and after dating for a while they got married. Sandra was Jack’s only wife. 
   The Best Lady at his wedding to Sandra was Millie Perkins, the actress who had played Anne Frank in “The Diary of Anne Frank,” three years before. The Best Man was the actor Harry Dean Stanton, who’s been in virtually everything, but was just starting out, sort of, at the time of the marriage, and working mostly in T.V., like Jack. He was one of the mechanics in “Alien,” the first one to get eaten up. And he later appeared with Jack in “The Missouri Breaks,” and got killed by Marlon Brando.
   Jack was a father for the 1st time at age 26 when Sandra gave birth to their daughter Jennifer Nicholson on September 13, 1963.
   Jennifer’s all grown up now and has children of her own, pictured above, and might live in Santa Monica, California with her two sons, Sean and Duke... and four dogs. I’m not sure about the names of the dogs, but I sense one of them is Jasper.
   Jack and Sandra were divorced in 1968. Sandra took Jennifer, moved to Hawaii and took up painting. If you’re interested in checking out some of her art, here’s her website. 
   He lived, for a time, at Harry's place after the divorce.
   Sadly June died in 1963 of cancer, and of course Jack was devastated, thinking he had lost his sister.
   Professionally, Jack continued his working relationship with Roger Corman, and had a major role in “The Raven,” very loosely based on the Edgar Allen Poe poem, so loosely based that the movie doesn’t really have anything to do with the poem other than the title. Here’s a clip, and here’s another one.
   It did have three real screen legends going for it, and Jack got to work with Vincent Price (another of my favorite actors), Peter Lorre, and the original Frankenstein, Boris Karloff. 
   Also in 1963 he starred with Boris again, and his wife Sandra, in “The Terror, ” which is about Jack following Sandra to Boris’s haunted castle, or something. Here’s a clip with Jack giving Sandra a little kiss, but she’s already dead it seems. 
   This film has the distinction of being featured on Elvira's Movie Macabre.
   Jack is only the 2nd major film star to have kissed dead women twice in his career. The second time he fooled around with the dead was in “The Shining,” with Lia Beldam in Room 237. 
   Naughty boy, Jack.
   More T.V. work on shows like “Dr. Kildare,” and “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea” (one of my favorite shows as a child, with a different monster to battle every week. Who knew there were so many monsters?!)
   And “The Andy Griffith Show,” twice, where Jack got to work with Andy, Opie, and Aunt Bee. Here’s a clip.
   In 1967 Jack made his one and only Hell’s Angels movie, “Hell’s Angeles on Wheels.” Not wishing to be stereotyped he never returned to the genre. Here’s a clip.
   Jack wasn’t getting the acting breaks he had hoped for and almost quit, resigned to stay in the business however, but behind the camera as a writer and director. 
   He wrote the screenplay for 1967‘s “The Trip,” which Roger produced and directed, and which starred Jane’s brother, Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper, Lee’s daughter Susan Strasberg, and “Nebraska” star, Bruce Dern, father of Laura.
   The film concerns the consumption of Lysergic acid diethylamide, which I’m sure Jack, and myself, have had no direct experience with.
   Jack returned to acting in 1968's “Psych Out,” working again with Susan and Bruce, in yet again another deaf hippie/drug movie. 
   Jack’s character in the film is named Stoney.
   “You know…this used to be a hell of a good country.”  
   Peter Fonda, fresh from his own Hell’s Angels gig in 1966‘s “The Wild Angels,” still had motorcycles in his system, and wrote a screenplay with Hopper and Terry Southern, which turned into 1969's “Easy Rider.” Fonda produced, and Hopper directed. 
   When I say they wrote the screenplay I’m giving these guys a lot of credit as the film was mostly ad-libbed, and production started with only the outline and the names of the lead characters.  
   Southern had “written” the part of the lawyer George Hansen for his friend Rip Torn (no parent would give a child a name like that. He was born Elmore Rual Torn, Jr.). But when discussing the role with Hopper and Fonda in a restaurant in New York, Rip and Dennis got into a tiff, let’s say, concerning the nature of people from the south. Rip was replaced with Jack.
   Luck. Opportunity. Chance. One can work in show business for decades, and some times that work pays off and one is rewarded with success and the respect of one’s peers (that is if the work is not reward enough in itself), but most of the time it doesn’t. Yet sometimes luck, opportunity, and chance steps in and takes over, and if one can take advantage of that, as Jack did in this instance, then the world opens. 
   If it wasn’t for Hopper’s intolerance and prejudicial tendencies, and Torn’s being from Texas, we might never have known of Jack Nicolson.
   “In this industry, there are only two ways up the ladder. Rung by rung or claw your way to the top. It's sure been tough on my nails.”
   He was 32 years old, and he would receive his first Academy Award nomination for this role. Here’s a clip.
   In 1970 (these dates are the years the films were released, or premiered, and were more than likely made the year before) Jack had one more motorcycle and Barbara Streisand  movie to get out of his system (“The Rebel Rousers” and “On a Clear Day You Can See Forever”). After detoxing, Jack appeared in “Five Easy Pieces,” with the lovely and talented actresses Karen Black, Susan Anspach, (Susan would claim that her son Caleb Goddard, who was born in 1970,  was fathered by Jack, though he was not convinced he was the father and has never had contact with Caleb),  and Sally Struthers.  
   The film is your typical piano prodigy turned oil rigger who likes toast, with pregnant girlfriend, who goes home to see his dying father movie. Here’s a clip.
   Jack and Karen would receive Academy Award nominations for their work. Jack’s second.
    “The first time I was up for an Oscar, I thought I would win it. But I didn't have as sharp a view as I do now. The second time...I expected to lose, and deservedly lose, to George C. Scott. But even getting a nomination blows my mind. I'd love to win but now that I've had several good performances that people at large have liked, it becomes harder to excite them. And familiarity breeds contempt.”
   Veteran actor Morgan Freeman, who would later star with Jack in “The Bucket List,” and who was just starting out at the time, said “Five Easy Pieces,” had a great influence on him and his work. 
   It had absolutely no influence on me at all. As a matter of fact I thought his character, a Robert  Dupea, was kind of a dick, a character trait Jack would display in many of his films, up through and including “Chinatown.”
   But that’s just a tribute to Jack’s talent and ability. In reality he’s a sweet little pussycat... unless you cut him off in traffic. 
   “I'm not hard to get along with.”
   Jack displays a startling degree of dickishness in his next hit, 1971's “Carnal Knowledge,” also starring another of my favorite actresses, the lovely and talented Ann-Margret, with Candice Bergen, and Art Garfunkel, and directed by Mike Nichols. Here’s a clip.
   Jack was nominated for a Golden Globe Award for Best Actor – Motion Picture Drama for his work in the film.
   That year he worked with the legendary Orson Wells and Tuesday Weld in “A Safe Place,” before appearing in another break out performance, his portrayal of Signalman 1st Class Billy L. "Badass" Buddusky, in Robert Towne’s “The Last Detail,” one of my favorite Nicholson films.    
   The film also stars a young Randy Quaid in his third film, in which his performance earned him a nomination of an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor, and Carol Kane in her fourth movie (“Carnal Knowledge” was her first). Here’s a clip.
   Jack received his third Academy Award nomination, for Best Actor in a Leading Role. 
   “I goddamn near lost my nose – and I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you’re hiding something.”
   Towne and Jack collaborated yet again in his next film, 1974‘s “Chinatown,” considered an  American neo-noir film, also starring Faye Dunaway and John Huston, and directed by Roman Polanski, who also appeared in a small yet pivotal role (Polanski’s actress wife, Sharon Tate, was murdered by members of Charles Manson’s “Family,” on  August 9, 1969, while he was in Europe working. In 1977, he would be accused of statutory rape, an alleged act committed in Jack’s home, causing him to flee from the United States to France).
   “Chinatown” was selected by the Library of Congress for preservation in the United States National Film Registry for films that are "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant," in 1991, and is frequently listed among the greatest films in world cinema. The American Film Institute placed it second among the best mystery films in 2008.
   Wow.
   It was nominated 11 times for an Academy Award, including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, and Best Actress. Jack won a Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama.
   Here’s a clip... and here’s another one.  
   Jack made a sequel to “Chinatown,” “The Two Jakes,” which was released in 1990, also written by Robert Towne, and which starred many of the supporting cast from the original, and our friend, the lovely and talented Madeleine Stowe.
   During this time, from 1973 to 1990, Jack was involved, intermittently, with his “Chinatown” co-star’s daughter, the lovely and talented actress Anjelica Huston. There’s a picture above to prove it. 
   “Intermittently” means Jack saw other women during this time, such as the Danish model Winnie Hollman, by whom he sired a daughter, Honey Hollmann, who was born in Denmark in 1981, and actress and model  Rebecca Broussard, with whom Jack had two children, Lorraine, born April 16th, 1990, and Raymond, born February 20th, 1992.
   1975 was another big year for Jack, with four, count’em, four films being released. 
   He worked with the Italian director, Michelangelo Antonioni, in “The Passenger,” another favorite of mine. The film also starred Maria Schneider, of “Last tango in Paris” fame. 
   The last shot in the film was typical Antonioni, if anything about him could be considered typical. It was a tracking shot, seven minutes long, which began in Jack’s hotel room, looking out a barred window into a dusty, run-down, sunlit square, the camera pushing through the bars of the hotel window into the square, rotating 180 degrees, and tracks back into the hotel room, where we find out Jack has been assassinated. Here’s the trailer. 
    “Antonioni was like a father figure to me. I worked with him because I wanted to be a film director and I thought I could learn from a master. He's one of the few people I know that I ever really listened to.”
   I like long tracking shots, like the opening scenes in “A Shot in the Dark,” and “The Player.”
   In 1994 Jack presented an Honorary Academy Award "in recognition of his place as one of the cinema's master visual stylists," to Antonioni, who must have suffered from some kind of debilitating stroke, as he was unable to physically accept the statue from Jack. It was all quite awkward. 
   Months later, the statue was stolen by burglars and had to be replaced. 
   Next, Jack sings!
   He appeared with virtually a whole lot of other people in Ken Russell’s film version of The Who’s rock opera, “Tommy.” Here’s the clip featuring Jack, with his “Carnal Knowledge,” co-star Ann-Margret (who received a Golden Globe Award for her performance, and was also nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actress), and Oliver Reed, and Roger Daltrey.  
   With all due respect I think Jack should stick to his day job... which he has.
   Next, another favorite of mine, Mike Nichols’ “The Fortune,” also starring Jack’s buddy and younger brother to Shirley Maclaine (whose birthday is the day after tomorrow, but I won’t have time to celebrate it because Jack’s taking so freaking long. Next year my lady), the lovely and talented Warren Beatty, and Stockard Channing in her first starring role (in her first film appearance, in 1971‘s “The Hospital,” she played the un-credited nurse, who when told a certain doctor had been found dead (he had been murdered) on one of the hospital’s beds, said “I didn’t even know he was sick.”).
   The story involves two, I’d say fumbling, but that would give them too much credit,  con men who plot to steal the fortune of a wealthy young heiress. Here’s a scene with Jack and Stockard. 
   Jack and Warren plan to do away with Stockard, and try to get rid of her body which they place in a trunk of some kind (don’t worry, she survives), after which they attempt to dispose of said trunk... with this result. 
   Alright, we’re coming up on 4,000 words here and it’s getting late, so in the concluding part we’ll begin with that cuckoo’s nest thing.
   In the meantime, happy birthday Jack!

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Skid Row Diary 24






7   September   2003,   Sunday   Day 57


   I signed in at the front desk and left the building just before 9:30. The 18 bus waited for me to get within horse throwing distance before driving off, so I walked downtown on 5th St. to the Rite Aid Drug Store. There I bought a paper and a U.S. News Special Collector Edition entitled “Mysteries of Outer Space,” with a nice picture of Saturn on the cover. I brought these items back with me to greedily devour up in my little room.
   There were a couple of job prospects in the want ads, but I’m unenthusiastic about job hunting currently. I busied myself by reviewing string theories (yes, the same string that Riker was so afraid of), inflation after the big bang, false vacuums, and multiverses.
   Fortunately, due to my new understanding of space/time, I know that all of the current theories in cosmology are wrong. However, I don’t feel it’s my place to correct anybody.
   I’ll tell you this though, the universe is not flat.
   It’s shaped like a helicon tuba.
   I took a little nap at 2:00, and dreamt I was taking a mud bath with Michelle Williams from “Dawson’s Creek,” and woke up about thirty minutes later and began writing.
   After dinner, I was watching “The Simpsons,” while reading “The Glass Bead Game,” when President Bush had the effrontery to pre-empt national television so he could tell us all that he needed 87 billion more dollars to continue the war in Iraq and Afghanistan.  “We will do whatever it takes, spend whatever it takes,” to continue the “War on Terrorism.”
   Why not? It’s not his money, now is it?
   Well, I guess we’re obligated to continue operations in those countries now, since we’ve invaded them and pretty much torn their countries apart, and all. I suppose it’s our moral duty to stay there and help them reconstruct. The point being of course, we shouldn’t have gone in there to begin with... in Iraq at least. I’ll give him Afghanistan, for now. 
   He neglected to mention anything about not finding any weapons of mass destruction, the reason we were waging war on a sovereign nation and disposing of it’s lawful government.
   It must have slipped his mind.
   87 billion dollars. That’s a lot of cash. I could go a long way on just 1 measly billion.
   Buy a motorcycle maybe. 
   A red one.
   Where is this money supposed to come from? The country's practically bankrupt as it is. In my mind this is the greatest effrontery to the American tax payers since the advent of income tax itself. We started a war under false pretenses, causing the death of thousands of Iraq nationals and American soldiers in the process. We haven’t gained anything from it, in fact we’re losing cash as  fast as if black hole were parked right next to the Federal Reserve Bank sucking it through it’s event horizon. We don’t have the money. Bush cut taxes during a time of war. That’s the first time that’s ever happened. A prime example of Republican fiscal responsibility. The current administration refuses to tell the American people the truth, that it fucked up big time, and lied to it’s own people, hiding behind buzz words and phrases like, “War on Terrorism (terrorism is a tactic, like the Zwischenzug Maneuver in chess. How can we wage war on a tactic?),” and “Homeland Defense (Homeland? Since when do we call America homeland? Might as well call it “Motherland” like the Ruskies, or “Fatherland,” like our German friends, or some other European crap).” Bush flat out declares that we are the forces for “good,” and the terrorists are “evil.” Well, I don’t see any halo surrounding Bush’s head, and what we call terrorism, and terrorist tactics may evolve out of frustration and desperation, but I doubt evil. I know the U.S. has done more than it’s fair share of meddling and interfering with foreign governments and regional affairs, acting as a causative agent towards it’s own retribution. Perceived American arrogance has caused our country to be unloved in many parts of the world. Instead of utilizing diplomatic finesse, our government tends to bulldoze it’s way through foreign policy. We’ve gotten ourselves into a huge mess, probably the greatest non-domestic policy error in our nation’s history, and we can’t figure out a way to stop it, or get out.
   So Bush’s answer is to throw more money at the problem, and keep it going.
   The sad part is three quarters of the American people will believe what Bush tells them. That we are the purveyors of justice, that this is a war about good vs evil, that the economy is improving, that weapons of mass destruction are still out there, we just haven’t found them yet. That tax cuts that benefit the wealthy are a good thing.
   It’s easy not to have to think for yourself. It’s easy to accept what you want to hear, that everything’s okay, that we’re doing the right thing. So much easier than taking the time to investigate, learn, and formulate our own positions. 
    Read “1984,” people! Orwell could have titled his classic “2003,” and it would have been appropriate. I can see the birth of Big Brother.
   But am I being an alarmist? Paranoid in fact. Am I so afraid of losing rights guaranteed to me by the Constitution, so appalled at the cavalier and massive loss of life, American and other, so shocked at my country’s lies and half truths, that I am prone to make condemning statements, pointing the blame on those currently in power? 
   Yes, and delightedly so! At least it appears that way.
   After “Futurama,” I taped Fox’s broadcast of “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.” English had been dubbed in. I hadn’t seen it without subtitles. Ang Lee’s tribute to martial arts films. I enjoyed the movie, but didn’t get the whole suspension of gravity thing. I mean, this film and others would have you believe that once you master the martial arts you can leap around and fly like superman.
   Need to get to the roof of a 3 story building real fast because the bad guys have got you surrounded? No problem. You know karate, so just jump up.
   The swordfight in the trees was especially nauseating.  
   Everybody knows you can only suspend gravity after learning yoga.
   The “X-Files,” at 11:00 was good. An episode I hadn’t seen before, with major babe, Mimi Rogers guest starring, and having her way with her old “Rapture,” buddy, David Duchovny. Oh my.
   It turned out to be a two parter though, which left me mildly infuriated. 
   I went to sleep and had a dream with “Who’s the Boss,” Alyssa Milano, and Lysa Thatcher of “American Pie,” in it. 
   I don’t remember much of it, something to do with bee hives, sand castles, Gold Bond Ointment, and a trampoline.


8 September  Monday  Day 58


   Giselle was wearing a lovely two piece outfit. A black, knee length skirt, and a V necked, black and white stripped blouse.
   This week is starting out wonderfully.
   All I did today was check my mail, and go to One Stop. I got my application for a reduced fair bus pass returned to me with a note attached stating that it had been rejected because I already had a reduced fair bus pass.
   Well, that was true enough. 
   I walked from the post office downstairs to the MTA office and showed them the letter and my pass, which was due to expire at the end of the month. The nice lady looked at it and said I hadn’t done anything wrong, which was a relief, and that she didn’t know why it had been rejected. She called some other office trying to clarify the matter, but had a hard time getting someone to answer the phone. Finally she told me she would resubmit it.
   I checked my Email at One Stop, which was clogged with the Sbig.org virus messages. I just deleted everything, except a message from Amnesty. Nothing from Monzano. 
   I used their phone to call Mr. Porter about my food stamps. A new hearing date had been set for the 17th, but it seemed like he had misplaced my paperwork. He told me he would look into the matter and get back to me.
   And I left a message for Mr. Tran at Voc Rehab to call me back with an appointment date.
   Enough business for the day. Now to the important stuff.
   A Simpsons rerun about the curse of stupidity cast upon the males of that clan.
   Genetics.
   I wrote and wrote. I tried to have a session with Labrien, but she was always busy, or not at her office, or she was hiding in there with the door firmly shut.
   I had dinner with Gary Porch, who just wanted to cry about how broke he was, which translates to how he wasn’t able to buy any booze.
   Cry, cry, cry.
   I had already told him what he needed to do to donate plasma, but he had donated whole blood instead because they don’t require a proof of address for that I guess.
   Now he can’t donate again for two and a half months or so.
   Why don’t they require a proof of address to donate whole blood?
   No, I really want to know. Please tell me.
   He’s been a no show so many times for jobs at Labor Ready that they’ve banned him from their office.
   He’s been terminated from GR and food stamps due to his refusal to attend required GROW meetings. 
   He’s genuinely fucked.
   He’s considering making a sign and start begging from passing motorists.
   I felt sorry for the flaky bastard and gave him a jar of coffee, but that’s all I can do for him. 
   I finished reading “Sole Survivor,” enjoying it very much. Very much. I think it’s one of Koontz’s best. It’s poignant, exciting, seemingly plausible. It’s got characters that the reader can care about.  Action, suspense. It gives those who want to believe in a creator of the universe a reason to feel happy about it. It’s not too far out. It has a happy, if insubstantial ending.
   No dog though. Koontz is especially good with dogs.
   Not with cats. No ones good with cats.
   It’s one of the least humorless of Dean’s novels, probably in large part due to the tragic circumstances surrounding the lead character, a husband who had lost his wife and two daughters in a horrible plane crash.
   Not that some plane crashes are not horrible.
   I’m not surprised Fox made a TV mini-series from it, although I think it would have made a better feature film if directed properly.
   I feel obliged to nit pick a few points, and feel no need to apologize to the author for doing so, for I believe he’s taken some poetic license with his audience.
   First, the title. “Sole Survivor.” Although the phrase was mentioned once in the book, in the end it doesn’t hold up as there were two who ultimately survived.
   The story deals with in a large part with enhanced mental abilities, such as psychokinesis and forms of astral projection. No matter how believable Koontz makes these phenomena sound, there’s just no evidence, not a shred, to back it up.
   And most important, in this work he advances the theory of a creator, a father of the universe which science is finding more evidence for the deeper we delve into the mysteries of nature.
   He just leaves it at that! Hinting at the existence of this to further his story, but names nothing specific.
   What a cold blooded cheat!
   What freaking evidence? I for one would like to know about it. I’m sure you would too. As far as my current understanding is, the God Hypotheses is the least likely to explain the true story of the origen of the cosmos.
   I’m sorry religious people, but I’m talking science, not theology.
   Koontz makes a puny effort to garner validity for his position by suggesting the complexity of the cells interior demonstrates that it had to have been designed by somebody, and could not be a product of “blind evolution.”
   Evolution is indeed blind, but it is the mechanism from which life evolved, and continues to do so, given the right ingredients and three or four billion years to mix’em up. I don’t find that theory difficult to believe at all, or even hard to understand.
   Besides, his example sidesteps the issue of the origin of this creator. Who created him... or her... or it. Even the hypothetical intelligence that created God must have itself been created, somewhere, sometime. The most commonly supplied answer to “Where did God come from?” is “He was always there.” That doesn’t answer anything at all. It’s a child’s answer, and another cheat. If we’ve learned anything at all from modern astronomy and cosmology is that every induced phenomena, whether it be the universe, or the birth of a baby, has a beginning. There is nothing that has always been there.
   To paraphrase Carl Sagan’s dragon in the garage example, to have a God that does not make it’s existence unambiguously known, that appears to be indifferent to human tragedy and success, and which is not required in any theory of the origen of the universe, is as good as no God at all.
   Sorry to get all preachy but it had to be said.
   Anyway, it was a really good book, and I will apologize to the author. I realize that this is a work of fiction, and that Mr. Koontz probably did not intend to make believers out of us. He probably just wants to entertain and sell a lot of books.
   Before I finished reading I watched a very informative, touching, and painful, documentary, on the birth and death of the World Trade Center. After all, it’s about that time of year.
   Watching the chronological rendering of the destruction of the several buildings sickened and angered me, possibly more than when I watched it actually happening. It made me want to start a war.
   Ignorance. This was all born out of ignorance.
   Everyones.
   Mario Cuomo, a man I have a vast amount of respect for, made an interesting comment on the 9/11 disaster. Be aware of your life. Take nothing for granted. It can go at any time, any place. Life is just too precious to waste.
   And one other thing we are learning from astronomy and cosmology, and the search for extraterrestrial intelligence. Life, intelligent or otherwise, is undoubtedly the rarest commodity in the universe.
   I dreamt this night of walking through the ruins of ground zero with Keli Richards, the lovely and talented star of “Angels of Mercy,” and one of the most New Yorkish lady’s I’ve ever seen.
   She held my hand, and we both knew despair.


9 September  Tuesday    Day 59


   “Los Angeles was the most glamorous, tackiest, most elegant, seediest, most clever, dumbest, most beautiful, ugliest, forward looking, retro-thinking, altruistic, self absorbed, deal-savvy, politically ignorant, artistic-minded, criminal-loving, meaning-obsessed, money-grubbing, laid back, frantic city on the planet. And any two slices of it, as different as Bel Air and Watts, were nevertheless uncannily alike in essence: rich, with the same crazy hungers, hopes, and despairs.”
-Dean Koontz

   The above written by a denizen of the evil empire, Orange County.
   Strange things happen in Orange County. People go there and are never heard from again.
   That’s another reason I like Mr. Koontz's novels. Most of them take place right around here, at places I’m familiar with. 
   It’s a little scary though, knowing there’s so much creepy stuff going on, virtually right around the corner.
   Giselle was wearing another beautiful dress today, much brighter in red and white.
   I had a few errands to run. First I stopped by the Housing Authority office and checked in. I was given two forms to have filled out and returned. One for Labren, and one for mental health.
   I checked my mail and picked up my monthly supply of meds, all of which are mailed to me by the VA.
   I didn’t wish to over exert myself so I returned to the Weingart.
   I’d like to take this opportunity to wish Donald Logan of Philadelphia a happy and prosperous third birthday!
   When I got back I began writing. I also wanted to see Labren, so I waited in the lobby for her to return from her afternoon break. I wrote while I waited. Good thing too, as she didn’t come back for an hour, complaining of a migraine when she did show.
   We had our little session. I gave her the form from the Housing Authority and the money order for $63 to be put into my account. She filled out the form and told me I had gotten a good report from back from Dr. Lo at ASAP, that I had a clean urine test.
   I felt so proud.
   I told her to take care of her head and departed. After dinner I watched “Married with Children,” the episode with the lovely and talented actress Teri Weigel guest starring, former Playmate, and star of “Encore,” and “Predator 2.” A former brunette, she’s recently turned blonde, with, in my opinion, dire results. 
   Go back to dark hair, Teri. Please, please, please.
   Another beautiful Teri guest starred on another sit-com. Teri Polo, the lovely and talented, and blonde star of “Meet the Parents, was on tonight’s 10:30 broadcast of “Frasier,” the pedantic refugee from “Cheers.”
   I almost puked when she kissed Kelsey Grammer.
   I taped tonight’s “Nova,” program on PBS, a repeat of the Emmy Award winning “Why the Towers Fell,” which I had not seen. An engineering study of the physical effects of the damage caused by the jet liners. It’s amazing that both towers continued to stand after being struck rather than toppling over. And I hadn’t realized that more people perished in the north tower, the 2nd struck, because the plane had hit at a lower level, trapping more people above, despite stairway exits still being open.
   A real modern day horror story.
   The lovely and enigmatic Salma Hayek was a guest on the Letterman show, promoting her upcoming film, “Once Upon a Time In Mexico,” that we’ll be seeing Friday. Another collaboration with director Robert Rodriguez (who’s taking a break from the “Spy Kids” saga), her fourth. They must like each other.
   Speaking of Mexico, I dreamt I was drinking tequila in a sleepy Mexican bar with Harvey Keitel, Quentin Tarantino, Teri Weigel, and Teri Polo.
   The Teri’s were snake dancing in front of us. 
   The blonde one came up to me and put her foot in my mouth, pouring Welch’s Grape Juice down her leg and into my thirsty gullet.
   “Stop drinking that tequila,” she said. “You bad boy.”
   “More grape juice,” I demanded.
   She complied.