Summer of '03
Bone, having more time on his hands these days, is now a regular reader of ye olde blog so I gotta keep the Protestant gibes to a minimum. Maybe just to tease him I'll link a Chesterton quote from a fellow Bellocphiliac. Bad, Tom bad!
(There is not one Google hit on 'Bellocphiliac'. Western civilization is in a steep decline if I have to coin that term.)
Anyway, here is the news from Lake Woebegon (literally, 'woe be gone'!):
Bone's wife: "I've never seen you so happy....how will you come down from this if the screenplay doesn't sell?"
Bone replies, "The saying goes 'we'll always have Paris', well we'll always have the summer of 2003".
His agent is positively giddy because another producer is interesting in reading his script. You have to admit, he's getting a heckuva ride out of this thing. If my mantra in the past was "I just want to be onto something", Bone is certainly on to something. He added a cameo appearance for us in the screenplay and he's going to insist the studio allow us to act as extras. The latte better be there an hour before shooting and I'll need a body double for any nude scenes - I haven't been running enough lately. Been pavin' too many patios!
His agent finally read his screenplay and wrote "The first act, about 35 pages, is hilarious, in fact, I'd have to say outstanding. Good work..." He goes on to suggest the rest needs some work but then ends with "Anyway, if this is what you had for me months ago, it would have led me to sign you. I believe it can be successfully toned and then presented to the trade."
Well that's about all the news that is fit to print. The late night golf outing apparently has squandered the good will engendered by my providing material for his second screenplay - his wife is hinting that any Dublin Irishfest activity in August is now verboten. Oh where's the humanity? Bad, Bone, bad!
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