Bullets Over Broadway Page #8
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 98 min
- 3,141 Views
- Yeah.
- I didn't know you knew writers.
- Do me a favor. Shut up.
Don't tell me
to shut up.
All right,
number one.
See, I don't believe she loves
the guy right from the start.
She's too on, uh, top of him
all the time. That's not love.
That's like keeping somebody in prison.
But if you changed it, right?
And she left him,
then she would feel so bad about it...
- that she would have the
nervous breakdown and go nuts.
- How ya doin', Cheech?
- Tulio, listen, I gotta see you later.
- I wanna get down on the Cardinals
for the doubleheader, all right?
- You got it.
- Them birds look good.
- Teach your friend some manners
and get him outta here.
- All right, so--
- You were-- You were talking about--
Right, all right.
So, now...
if the doctor feels what Sylvia's
feelin'-- That's her name, Sylvia.
- There's a Sylvia in my neighborhood.
- Oh, yeah?
-Yeah. What was her name? Sylvia Pincus.
-Sylvia Pincus.
Sylvia Pincus. Big, fat Jewish broad,
had a little tiny husband.
She chopped him up with an ax and mailed
his pieces all over the country.
I don't know what
she was tryin' to prove.
That's disgusting. You gotta
tell that story in front of me?
- Relax.
- You know I got a weak stomach.
- You were tellin' me
about the play a minute ago.
- Don't interrupt me.
- You were sayin' about Sylvia?
- Right. So if the doctor feels
what Sylvia's feelin'--
- Uh-huh.
- Know what I mean?
Yeah. She identifies
with her patient, a bit.
Right. This way when she gets jealous,
it makes sense.
- Right.
- Uh-huh.
There's gotta be a time when the
Lieutenant has it out with the doctor.
Why isn't that in there?
You're talking about a whole
different direction for the play.
Definitely.
Think about it.
How would the audience know
Sylvia was feeling guilty? lf--
Oh. I don't know.
Wait a minute.
Yeah. Wait.
You could work it out with maybe you--
you hear what she's thinkin'.
-You mean she speaks her thoughts aloud?
-Sure, why not? It's a play anyhow.
It don't have to be real,
but it'll be stronger.
You think about that.
And you, don't interrupt me no more.
I'm sorry.
So how come you had so much
to say to that Valenti goon?
No, nothing. I was just
thanking him for his ideas.
- What ideas? He only had
the one suggestion, didn't he?
- Yeah.
- That was just it.
- So do you like your wallet?
- What?
- The wallet.
- Oh, yes, yes, it's terrific.
- Are you sure?
Oh, it's very exciting. I love
leatherette. Always have loved it.
Boy, are you loaded.
- Yeah.
- Happy birthday.
Thanks.
[ David ] September 24. I gave the cast
the rewrites. Everyone seemed pleased.
- [ Helen ] These are brilliant! Oh!
- [ Warner ] They are.
Now Sylvia's
not so passive.
She uses her wiles to trap
the Lieutenant, and that's
what causes her guilt!
[ Warner ] The whole thing is motivated.
It drives on. Wonderful.
- [ Olive ] You mean I gotta
memorize all new lines?
- [ Helen ] They're wonderful!
- How did you come up
with such divine changes?
- They're not really mine--
- Oh, no? Whose are they, God's?
- [ Laughing ]
- Well, they are mine
in the sense that they're mine--
- Your modesty becomes you.
But let's face it;
you are a major talent.
A major new voice
in the theater.
The word genius gets thrown around
so frequently in this business...
- but, darling, if the shoe fits--
- Congratulations.
- It finally has balls.
- Now, if we can do something
about Act Ill...
we got a big, fat hit
on our hands.
- [ Warner ] Three cheers
for the writer! Hip-hip--
- [ Cast ] Hooray!
[ David ] I stayed up all night
working on the third act.
I admit it came rather hard...
and before I handed in the pages,
I sent them over to Cheech to read.
He suggested I come down
to his office.
- You missed the idea.
- I did?
Yeah, you did.
Plus, nobody talks like that.
- You got that problem.
You don't write like people talk.
- I take poetic license.
Poetic license, bullshit.
People believe what they see
when the actors sound real.
- Come here. Let me show you.
- What are you doing?
- What does it look like I'm doin'?
- You're gonna write it?
What am l? A f***in' idiot?
They taught me how to write in
school before I burned it down.
- You burned down your school?
- Yeah, it was Lincoln's birthday.
There was nobody there.
- If you actually write--
- Look, I know how people talk,
all right?
Go shoot a rack,
and let me do this.
But if you actually write it,
then I'm not--
- Don't worry about it.
I ain't gonna tell anybody.
- No?
No. I saw you playin' the big shot.
I know what it's all about.
Where I come from,
nobody squeals.
Go shoot a rack.
Stop starin' at me.
[ Helen ] What dialogue!
This is better than O'Neill!
Max Anderson
will never touch you!
So you liked it.
It's so full of passion!
It's so full of life!
- I hoped it would lift the story.
- What a difference between this
and your first draft.
You hadn't found yourself yet. The idea
was there, but it hadn't crystallized.
You needed to hear it
on its feet, and now this.
It's no longer tepid
and cerebral.
It's full of life!
It's full of passion!
It reeks with humid sexuality!
It's carnivorous at last!
- You thought my first draft
was cerebral and tepid?
- Only the plot and dialogue.
- But this--
- Was-Was-Was there nothing
in the original draft...
that you feel
is worth saving?
The stage directions were lucid.
Best I've ever seen.
- And the color of the binder.
Good choice.
- Thank you.
I always had a flare
for stage directions.
I went back and reread your
earlier plays. They suffered
from the same problem.
- [ Sighs ]
- Good ideas, but
too contrived, no real guts.
It's like you
finally happened.
- Helen, I have a confession to make.
- Yes?
[ Inhales Deeply ]
- I--
- Don't speak!
No, no, don't speak.
I know you wanna deprecate yourself.
I know you do, but you're
going to take this town by storm.
I didn't...
realize what
an inspiration...
you've been
to my writing.
Oh, David.
Dear, dear David.
Pungent,
seething artist.
The cocoon
has opened.
I would give my body freely to
the man who wrote those words.
Those glorious,
powerful words.
- Helen--
- No, don't speak.
- [ Mumbling ]
- Don't speak. Don't speak.
No. Silence. Silence.
- Don't speak.
- [ Mumbles ] Please.
[ David ] September 28.
The play is working much better now.
Helen has been getting on more
pleasantly with Eden, and I
believe she likes Mr. Woofles.
- [ Barking ]
- Back! Back! Back! Back!
[ David ] Warner Purcell and Olive seem
to always be exchanging coy glances.
I don't know if it's my imagination, but
he seems to have put on a little weight.
Perhaps the tension of our
upcoming Boston opening has
caused him to cheat on his diet.
[ David ] Can we go
from "God of our fathers"?
Take it from
"God of our fathers."
[ Ellen ] Oh! God of our fathers,
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