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Adaptation. Page #7
All right. It's just a thought, buddy.
I mean, he's really
goddamn amazing at structure.
I have to go.
All right. Adis, amigo.
Finish that...
F***!
We have a long three days ahead.
Years from now, you'll be at a posh
cocktail party congratulating yourself
on how you spent a weekend with an
a**hole from Hollywood for your art.
I am pathetic. I am a loser.
So, what is the substance
of writing?
I have failed. I am panicked.
I have sold out. I am worthless.
I... What the f*** am I doing here?
What the f***
am I doing here? F***!
It is my weakness, my ultimate lack
of conviction that brings me here.
Easy answers,
rules to shortcut yourself to success.
And here I am because my jaunt
into the abyss brought me nothing.
Well, isn't that the risk one takes
for attempting something new?
I should leave right now. I'll start over.
I need to face this project head-on...
And God help you if you use
voice-over in your work, my friends.
God help you.
It's flaccid, sloppy writing.
Any idiot can write narration to
explain the thoughts of the character.
Okay, that's it.
One hour for lunch.
You cannot have a protagonist
without desire.
It doesn't make any sense.
Any f***ing sense.
You follow? Good.
Anyone else?
Yes?
What if a writer is attempting to create
a story where nothing much happens?
Where people don't change,
they don't have any epiphanies.
They struggle and are frustrated,
and nothing is resolved.
More a reflection
of the real world.
The real world?
Yes, sir.
The real f***ing world.
First of all, you write a screenplay
without conflict or crisis,
you'll bore your audience to tears.
Secondly, nothing happens
in the world?
Are you out of your f***ing mind?
People are murdered every day.
There's genocide, war, corruption.
Every f***ing day,
somewhere in the world,
somebody sacrifices his life
to save somebody.
Every day, someone somewhere
takes a conscious decision
People find love.
People lose it.
A child watches a mother beaten
to death on the steps of a church.
Someone goes hungry.
Somebody else betrays
his best friend for a woman.
If you can't find that stuff in life,
then you, my friend,
don't know crap about life!
And why the f*** are you wasting my
two precious hours with your movie?
I don't have any use for it!
I don't have any
bloody use for it!
Okay, thanks.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
No. Thank you.
Thank you so much, Mr. McKee.
writing in a whole different way.
Mr. McKee.
Yes?
I'm the guy you yelled at
this morning.
I need more.
I'm the one who thought
things didn't happen in life.
Ah. Right. Okay.
Nice to see you.
I need to talk.
Mr. McKee, my even
standing here is very scary.
I don't meet people well.
But what you said this morning
shook me to the bone.
It was bigger than
my screenwriting choices.
It was about my choices
as a human being. Please.
Yeah.
Well, you know, I could
sure use a drink, my friend.
"...But a little fantastic
and fleeting and out of reach."
Then what happens?
Well, that's the end
of the book.
without big character arcs
or sensationalizing the story.
I wanted to show flowers
as God's miracles.
I wanted to show that Orlean never
saw the blooming ghost orchid.
It was about disappointment.
I see.
That's not a movie.
You gotta go back,
put in the drama.
I can't go back. I've got pages of
false starts and wrong approaches.
I'm way past my deadline.
I'll tell you a secret.
A last act makes a film.
Wow them in the end,
and you got a hit.
You can have flaws, problems,
but wow them in the end
and you've got a hit.
Find an ending. But don't cheat.
And don't you dare bring in
a deus ex machina.
Your characters must change
and the change
must come from them.
Do that and you'll be fine.
You promise?
Mr. McKee.
Have you taken my course before?
My brother did.
My twin brother, Donald.
He's the one who got me to come.
Twin screenwriters?
Yeah.
Well, Julius and Philip Epstein,
who wrote Casablanca,
they were twins
You mentioned that in class.
Finest screenplay ever written.
Great writers' residence.
Donald.
Hey, how's your trip going?
You getting it on with that
lady journalist, you dog, you?
Yeah.
Listen, I'm just calling to say
congratulations on your script.
Isn't that cool? Marty says he can
get me high-sixes against a mil-five.
That's great, Donald.
I want to thank you
for all your help.
I wasn't any help.
Come on,
you let me stay in your place.
And your integrity
inspired me to even try.
It's been a wild ride.
Catherine says
she wants to play Cassie.
Oh, please!
Ha, ha, ha.
Please, Donald?
Catherine Keener?
Catherine Keener's in my house?
Yeah, we're playing Boggle.
She's great. You should really
hang out with her, Charles.
Yeah. Um, look...
I've been thinking.
Maybe you'd be interested in hanging
out for a few days in New York.
Oh, my God, yes.
Yeah?
I was gonna show my script
to some people,
and, well, maybe you could
read it too, you know, if you like.
Of course. I'd be flattered.
Okay.
Thanks, Charles.
Okay, bye.
So, like, what would you do?
The script kind of
makes fun of me, huh?
I'm sorry. I was trying something...
Hey, I don't mind. It's funny.
Good. Okay.
So, what would you do?
You and me are so different,
Charles. We're different talents.
I know. Just for fun...
end this script?
Heh, heh. Shut up.
"The great Donald."
I feel like you're missing something.
All right. Like what?
Look.
I did a little research
on the airplane.
"Sometimes this kind of story
turns out to be something more,"
some glimpse of life
that expands
like those Japanese paper balls
you drop in water
and they bloom into flowers
and the flower is so marvelous
a time all you saw
"was a paper ball
and a glass of water."
First of all, that's inconsistent.
She said she didn't care about flowers.
For God's sake, it's just a metaphor.
Well, but for what?
into a flower?
It's not in the book, Charles.
I don't know. You're reaching.
Maybe.
But I think you actually need to
speak to this woman. To know her.
I can't.
Really.
I'll go.
I'll pretend I'm you.
I want to do it, Charles.
We'll get to the bottom of this.
We're gonna fix your movie, bro.
But you've gotta be exactly me.
I have a reputation
to maintain.
You can't be a goofball.
Can't be an a**hole.
I'm not an a**hole.
You know what I mean.
No flirting.
No bad jokes.
Don't laugh how you laugh.
I'm not gonna laugh.
I get to have people think I'm you.
It's an honor.
the big guns now.
Do you keep in touch
with Laroche?
I felt I detected an attraction to him
in the subtext. Care to comment?
Uh...
Well, our relationship
was strictly reporter-subject.
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