Part One
Pursuing Your Dream
Lesson 1
They Can Snort You Here!
Why do you want to be a screenwriter?
The answer I get from most young wannabe screenwriters is, "Cuz I want to be rich."
I tell them what Madonna says: "Money makes you beautiful."
And I tell them that I've made a lot of money but that I'll never be beautiful.
Why do you want to write a screenplay?
Screenwriter/novelist Raymond Chandler (The Blue Dahlia): "Where the money is, so will the jackals gather."
You, too, can be a star.
My biggest year was 1994. I wrote five scripts in one year. I made almost $10 million. I had houses in Tiburon and Malibu, California, and in Kapalua, Maui.
I made half a million dollars for writing a thirty-second television commercial for Chanel No. 5 perfume.
I fell in love. I got divorced. I married my second wife. Our first child was born.
I had the best tables at Spago and the Ivy and at Granita, Postrio, and Roy's. I had limos in northern California, in Malibu, and on Maui.
I ate more, I drank more, I made love more, and I spent more time in the sun than I ever had. The world was my oyster.
I became the screenwriter as star.
"Ben Hecht," his friend Budd Schulberg wrote many years ago, "seemed the personification of the writer at the top of his game, the top of his world, not gnawing at and doubting himself as great writers were said to do, but with every word and every gesture indicating the animal pleasure he took in writing well."
Robert McKee makes money, doesn't he?
When a student interrupted a McKee seminar with a question, McKee roared, "Do not interrupt me!"
A few minutes later, McKee shouted to the student, "If you think that this course is about making money, there's the door!"
I'll say this right up front: This book is about making money.
Money is not the best thing about screenwriting.
The best thing about screenwriting is this: I sit in a little room making things up and put my conjurings down on paper. A year and a half later, if I'm lucky, my conjurings will be playing all over the world on movie screens, giving enjoyment to hundreds of millions of people.
For two hours, the lives of hundreds of millions of people will have been made better by something that I conjured up in a little room out of my own heart, gut, and brain.
By then, my conjurings will have become a megacorporation employing thousands of people--from gaffers to makeup people to ticket sellers.
And it will all have begun with me, with my imagination and my creativity, literally communicating with the whole world.
That's the best part of screenwriting.
The money (almost) doesn't matter.
Screenwriter Jack Epps (Top Gun, Legal Eagles): "You do it because you love the movies. The money gets in the way. I think that if you're a good writer, the money will follow. But if you're writing for money, I don't think it's going to work. I think that very few people can make that happen." I'll say this right up front: This book is about making money. Without losing your soul.
Ben Hecht is no role model.
Wrote Ben: "The fact that the movie magnate is going to make an enormous pile of money out of my story and that I am therefore entitled to a creditable share of it seldom, if ever, occurs to me. I am, to the contrary, convinced that my contribution is nil. The story I will provide will be a piece of hack work, containing in it a reshuffling of familiar plot turns and characterizations."
Getting to the Tit
An old Hollywood expression for making some big money.
If you sell a script, you'll be part of a fun and glamorous business.
When he got back to London after the Lawrence of Arabia shoot, screenwriter Robert Bolt told the London Sunday Times that the shoot had been "a continuous clash of egomaniacal monsters wasting more energy than dinosaurs and pouring rivers of money into the sand."
Dream Street
Hollywood legend: If you walk down Dream Street and somebody notices you (or buys your script), you can be a star overnight.
We have no role models.
When asked by reporters why he was a screenwriter, Ben Hecht, the most successful screenwriter in the history of Hollywood, said, "Because I was born in a toilet."
Screenwriter William Goldman (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, All The President's Men) described himself in the twilight of his career this way in his book Hype and Glory: "Couldn't walk, couldn't read, couldn't do a goddamn thing but stare the night away and block out the past."
His big brother, screenwriter James Goldman (The Lion in Winter), wrote this to director Joe Mankiewicz: "I need your help to write this thing. If this letter sounds prosy and dull, it's because I've been reading my script."
Screenwriter Charlie Kaufman, in Adaptation: "Do I have an original thought in my head? Maybe if I were happier my hair wouldn't be falling out. . . . I'm a walking cliché. Why should I be made to feel that I have to apologize for my existence?"
In the movie Tales of Ordinary Madness, written by Charles Bukowski about himself, a prostitute was trying to get Ben Gazzara (playing Bukowski) to stop writing and make love to her.
Watching the movie in the back of a Hollywood theater, the real Bukowski yelled, "If that were me, I would have stopped typing long ago."
Somebody in the audience told him to shut up.
"Hey," Bukowski said. "I'm the guy they made the movie about. I can say anything I want to say!"
Somebody yelled, "Oh yeah? Then shut the fuck up!"
Bukowski yelled, "Oh yeah? Fuck you!"
Cops were called. They handcuffed Charlie Bukowski and dragged him out of his own movie and locked him in jail.
You're certainly in good literary company.
William Faulkner, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Truman Capote, Alberto Moravia, Carson McCullers, John Steinbeck, John O'Hara, Dorothy Parker, Jim Harrison, Joan Didion, Ken Kesey, William Kennedy, Norman Mailer, Ayn Rand, Jay McInerney, and Hunter S. Thompson were all screenwriters at one point or another.
Faulkner even took a meeting with Sammy Glick.
After he won the Nobel Prize for Literature, William Faulkner did rewrites of these scripts: The Left Hand of God and Land of the Pharaohs. He took meetings with actress Julie Harris and producer Jerry Wald, Budd Schulberg's model for agent Sammy Glick in What Makes Sammy Run?
Robert McKee is an artist . . .
McKee: "People today don't respect screenwriting as an art. People didn't think this way in the 1930s, 40s, and 50s. But it takes real genius to do it beautifully."
Don't ever refer to yourself as an artist.
Novelist Sherwood Anderson said to Ben Hecht, "You let art alone . . . she's got enough guys sleeping with her."
The Revolt of the Assholes
Screenwriter John Gregory Dunne's definition of a writer's strike.
Faulkner was a mensch.
A producer, who'd begun as a press agent for studio czar Harry Cohn in the 1930s, wanted to demonstrate his knowledge of American "literatoor" for me.
"Fitzgerald?" he said. "His wife, that crazy bitch Thelma, told him he couldn't get her or any other woman off because it was too small. And that hotsy-totsy Brit gossip kurva he was living with out here, what was her name? Graham, that's it. Heather Graham. She said Fitzgerald was so ashamed of it,...