Crumb
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 119 min
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If I don't draw for a while,
I get really crazy.
I start feeling depressed and suicidal
if I don't get to draw.
But sometimes when I'm drawing,
I feel suicidal, too.
What are you trying to get at
in your work?
Jesus!
I don't know.
I don't work in terms of conscious
messages. I can't do that.
It has to be something...
I'm doing it, which is hard to explain.
Which means that while I'm doing it,
I don't know exactly what it's about.
You have to have the courage
to take that chance.
What's gonna come out?
What's coming out of this?
I enjoy drawing.
It's a deeply ingrained habit.
It's all because of my brother Charles.
Hello, Mother?
I'm in Philadelphia.
I'm going to give a talk
at the art school downtown tomorrow.
So Terry and this film crew
are here with me.
They'd like to come over
and drop me off there...
and talk possibly to Charles...
if you're not...
He doesn't want to do it?
Okay.
All right.
That's okay.
Doesn't matter.
Not if you don't want him to.
I certainly won't...
All right. Bye.
Well, that's that.
I start with this one...
because it's probably the thing
I'm most well-known for.
You could see it for a long time
on truck mud flaps.
I don't know why it caught
the popular imagination.
It caused me nothing but headaches
for ten years after I drew it:
lawsuits and I.R.S. problems.
It was a nightmare just because
of this stupid Keep on truckin.
So don't anybody come to me and say,
Hey, R.! Keep on truckin!
This is probably the next thing...
I'm most well-known for.
I'm trying to hook you in
to who I am.
This sold millions of copies.
I got $600...
And they kept my artwork.
They stole my artwork, those bastards.
I heard recently
that the original of this...
sold at Sotheby's for $21,000.
This is the third thing
I'm the most well-known for...
because this was made into
a major full-length animated cartoon...
which was an embarrassment to me
for the rest of my life.
I have to say I had nothing to do
with the cartoon.
I didn't want them to do it.
I thought they were schlockmeisters.
They just rolled right over me.
So I had this character killed in a
later story. I had a female ostrich...
stab him in the head with an ice pick.
When I first met him,
he never talked, he just drew.
He was catatonic,
and the only voice he had was his pen.
He was very productive.
My mother thought he was retarded
when she met him.
She said, Some people like cripples,
some like retards.
She thought I was a real creep
when she first met me.
He's more comfortable after knowing
the same people for a long time.
He's a little more communicative...
He gets stilted in his conversation
around anybody he doesn't know well.
That's why I'm such
an exciting subject for a movie.
Right.
Watch out with those weights.
- Don't hit me with those things.
- Don't go behind me.
These rich rednecks have moved out here
and built their dream homes...
on the top of every single hill.
There used to be nothing over here.
Then these people bought this property.
- They might hear you.
- Look at this house.
- Not too loud.
- Looks right into Robert's studio.
- Be quiet.
I don't care if they hear me.
Couldn't be any ruder than them
putting their house right above mine.
What do I care?
I guess not, since we're moving
to France, what do you care?
They have a plan to widen this road and
put it through where these trees are.
There's a big X that
the surveyors sprayed on here...
and I erased it the other day.
Then I took out their sticks
from the other side of the road.
They're going to widen this road...
and take a big chunk of land
out of that side with all these trees.
Put 12 dream homes back in there.
We decided to chain ourselves to these
oak trees if they try and take them out.
Our house is so humble
nestled against the hill. Tasteful.
All these other houses are oriented
to look down at our place...
because it's like a backdrop for
their air-conditioned nightmare houses.
Each hilltop can view
each other hilltop. The shmucks.
I'm drawing portraits of girls I had
crushes on in high school in Delaware.
This one I'm drawing now
is Winona Newhouse...
affectionately known among the boys
as The Shelf.
She had this phenomenal rear shelf.
She was nice, too, actually.
She was kind to me.
This one here, Naomi Wilson...
was this cross-eyed farm girl
that wore homemade clothes.
I secretly had a crush on her.
I was sexually attracted to her.
Of course, you'd never dare
admit it openly...
that you like this funky girl
that had B.O. and hairy legs.
That's Jean Strahle. I liked her, too.
She was also considered a dork.
She was a bookwormy type
that talked with a lisp...
and had shapely, powerful legs.
I never actually had any contact
with these girls...
except I used to play footsie
with this one.
Where are they now?
Thirty years ago.
They're all middle-aged housewives now.
Jesus, what a thought.
Winona. I wish she was here now...
this 17-year-old Winona...
instead of this film crew.
When I listen to old music,
it's one of the few times...
I actually have a kind of love
for humanity.
You hear the best part of the soul
of the common people.
It's their way of expressing...
their connection to eternity
or whatever you want to call it.
Modern music doesn't have
that calamitous loss.
People can't express themselves
that way anymore.
It was late 1948...
when I was five years old, we moved
to this section of Philadelphia.
This is this project that we lived in.
I can't remember which we lived in.
They all look the same.
Jesus. It's grim here.
Oh, my God! This is where
we went to the market.
There was a dime store
that sold toys there.
We used to buy candy and stuff
and comic books.
The three brothers, me, Charles
and Maxon, hung around together a lot.
We'd rummage for stuff in the dump.
One time Charles brought this thing
back from the dump.
It was this beautiful wooden truck.
Like an ice cream truck made of wood.
He wouldn't let me touch it.
He was spiteful that way.
So I made a big fuss,
and I told my mother.
She said, Charles,
let him play with that.
He said, Okay.
About 15 minutes later, he said,
Okay, you can play with it now.
I ran outside, and he had smashed it
to smithereens against the wall.
Charles, you read
any good books lately?
Yeah, I guess I have.
I don't know.
You seem to be recycling
a lot of these books.
What do you mean by recycling?
You read them 20 years ago.
Now you're reading them again.
I'm reading them again. Yeah.
I do that because
there's nothing else to do.
You've read them all.
You ever read anything new?
I haven't read Kant or Hegel.
- You have any interest in that stuff?
- Maybe I'll get around to reading them.
- You read any recent writers?
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