Updates on Production

Help us trick out the party house

May 29, 2008

The way we are setting up the living accommodations for Nils and I in Shreveport, we are going to have two four bedroom houses. One for Nils and Jeff with two open bedrooms for guests, which will be the calm, nice house.
And then there will be the party house…with me and my two assistants (with an open bedroom for guests).
Considering that we are going to spend 2.5 months in this house, and I have some money to spend, we have decided to go all out in tricking the party house out. We are currently coming up with a list of things to buy for it. Suggestions are welcome, but remember, this is a rental house, so we have to give it back like we found it:
-Kegerator (dually if we can find one)
-Full liquor bar
-additional fridge (for bottles and 40’s and what not)
-half barrel charcoal barbecue (if it’s not there already)
-Nintendo Wii (with Mario Kart)
-Xbox 360
-football
-ping pong table, ping pong balls (paddles optional)
-bocce set
-cornhole set
-slip and slide
-lawn darts (if we can find them)
-horse shoes
-towels. lots and lots of towels
-citronella
-stereo
-bullhorn (industrial strength)
-kiddie pool (if there is no in ground pool)
-mister (for outside)
I know we are forgetting things. Help us out.

Where the fuck is Shreveport?

May 28, 2008

So this is where we are going to be filming: Shreveport, Louisiana.
Here is an article in the New York Times about how Shreveport is becoming a sort of film mecca.
I know I can’t wait to spend my summer in 100 degree heat and 90% humidity!
Right now, it looks like I will get to Shreveport around the 15th, the actors come like three weeks later for rehearsal, and filming starts July 21st (and is scheduled to end August 29th).
Now that financing is in and the movie is officially green lit, shit is moving fast. As soon as Variety/THR has the article about the movie being green lit and who the financiers are, I will post all those details and more.
This is getting really exciting.
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The die is now cast…

May 27, 2008

I just got back from a very restful weekend in Palm Springs, probably the last one I am going to have until principal photography wraps in late August.
To catch everyone up, we closed financing last week and in the process attached an additional set of producers that I am excited to work (I have to let the trades officially announce it, but if you like this movie, you’ll be happy about who it is). We are pretty much cast, we have most of the key department heads either picked out or the field narrowed to a few, locations and other things are pretty much settled on, and all of our other ducks are in a row. Tomorrow, we make a fucking movie.
It’s funny, I am sitting in my bed at some ungodly hour writing this and it just hit me: Not only is there no going back, my life will never be the same. Whether the movie is a huge hit, a miserable failure, or something in between, nothing is ever going to be the same for me.
Before this point, had I wanted to quit everything, stop writing, pull down the site and become anonymous again, I probably could have done it. Even though my book has done well, I am still only a cult celebrity at best, I only get recognized once a week at most, I could easily change my name and move somewhere random, live off of the royalties and leave it all behind. Not that I want anything like that at all–hell no–but at least it was possible.
Not anymore. When Hollywood makes a major motion picture about you and your life, that’s pretty much it for your anonymity and your normalcy. Regardless of where this path I am on ultimately leads me, I will never be able to go back to where I used to be.
I say this not because I am upset about it. Far from it, this is the exact goal I have worked towards for six years and I am very confident and happy with my decision, even with the uncertain outcome. It’s just unusual to think about. Never in my life has the decision been so starkly laid out in front of me, and the choice so apparent: Pick one path or the other. You make the movie or you don’t. You risk it all or you don’t. There is no middle ground.
It seems like you always hear about two types of people; those who made it, and those who came close but failed (or decided to not go for it at all). Both are famous in their own ways, but I am not really either right now. I am in the weird middle ground where I have all my chips on the table, but the result is still to be determined. For better or worse, alea iacta est.

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Dane Cook is pissed! Or maybe not…

May 23, 2008

I was going to take the long weekend off, but I just got this email, and I have to post it. The first time I read it I actually thought it was Dane Cook bitching at me.
But after reading it again, I am 99.9% sure it’s not. I’m taking my Su-Fi Army and going home? Come on, the real Dane Cook cannot be that lame. I have to admit, for a fake, it’s brilliantly done. For ten minutes, they had me.
“Dear Tucker,
Hi, this is Dane Cook. First of all, I LOVE your stories man, and I was even thinking of calling my agent to get me a part in your movie. It sounds like your film is really gonna kick ass with my demographic, just like your book did. Your book ROCKS by the way, and I was thinking of basing some material on it for my next sold-out megaplex tour. Especially the Dog Vomit story, that is comedy GOLD man.
But I got some beef with you. Why you gotta bash me on your production blog. OK I’m gonna cite a passage from your FAQ:
“Doesn’t everyone groan when 36 year old Dane Cook tries to play a hip mid-twenties guy? Yep. I don’t want to be that guy.”
OK- have you ever even seen my movies? In “Dan in Real Life” I’m a mature, married man. “Good Luck Chuck” I’m a thirtysomething bachelor. When did I EVER play a 23/24 year old? And even if I did, my fans would come out to support me in the millions.
I’m just a boy from Boston who grew up watching the Patriots and the Red Sox and worked his little tail off to be living the dream of doing what he loves for a living and filling Madison Square Garden, starring in major Hollywood films, etc. So don’t you dare pigeonhole me as something I’m not.
Listen Tucker, we are both idols to the college and high school demographics, through our hard work and determination. We should be kicking ass together. Tucker Max and The Dane Train. We could be an incredible ticket. Instead, you gotta bash me like that? Imagine the money-making potential if we combine our fan bases, and you’re letting it go to waste.
With all due respect, I hope your movie kills at the B.O. But you know how much bigger a success it would be with the Su-Fi Army behind it. For now man, you’re on your own.
Peace,
Dane”
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Tucker Max, meet [redacted]

May 22, 2008

So I made the big announcement about who was financing us because I thought the trades wouldn’t care enough to run the story themselves, and I was wrong. They do care.
So I am pulling my post until they get their piece up, then my post will go back up, exactly as it was.

Black for reason, ending tomorrow

May 21, 2008

I have posted pretty much every day since I started the blog, but went dark three days ago. There was a very good reason for that, and tonight (or maybe tomorrow) I am probably going to sign the papers to make everything official, and the first thing I do after I wake up from getting drunk in celebration will be to come here and tell you guys what’s up. It’s all good news, and as soon as I can, I’ll tell you whats up.

Sunday update # 3

May 18, 2008

I forgot to do the Sunday update last week. Here’s where we are:
-We’ve cast all three male leads, and one of the two female leads. We have a favorite for the second female lead, and pending a chemistry read next week, we may have all the leads cast. I am not sure when we will announce the cast, but I will say that everyone who has read the script and then seen the audition tapes is extremely pleased with our picks.
-Looks like we are going to start July 14th instead of the 7th, because that gives enough time after Oliver Stone’s movie about George Bush, “W”, stops shooting in Shreveport for us to poach most of the crew and locations. Again, this is tentative though.
-The location scout to Shreveport went well, and Nils, Bob and I will start laying the movie out in Frame Forge this week probably. I’ll go into it more in a later post, but basically we are going to storyboard the movie, except using software instead of having an artist hand draw it out. It’s cool, you’ll see.
-There are a bunch of other announcements I could make, but I am going to save them for later this week, pending a big announcement we have coming, one that I think will surprise and excite a lot of people.

The only opinion I really care about

May 16, 2008

Since we started this process with the finished script in Hollywood, we’ve had some of the best writers, directors, actors and other creatives in Hollywood compliment us on it. I could tell you some of the names and what they’ve said, but not even I am that much of a narcissist.
The funny thing is, none of it really affects me. Having an Oscar-winning director or a huge producer or an Emmy-winning writer lavish praise on you, even if it is sincere, just doesn’t move my meter. It’s not that I don’t respect them or don’t like it at all, it’s just that external praise from people I don’t know has never mattered much to me.
My stories started as emails to my friends about the stupid, funny or ridiculous shit I did. My only real goal was to make them laugh. Everything I have built started there, and even now, best-selling author, tons of fans, blah blah blah…when I write I strip it all away and still write with that small, single-digit audience in mind. If they like it, it’s good.
I sent the video of the readings for the three guys we’ve cast to play me, SlingBlade and [PWJ/GoldenBoy/ElBing], to the very guys they are playing: My Duke Law School friends. I wanted to know what they thought, and as a group, they loved the guys we cast.
But the most discerning, irascible, and talented motherfucker of the bunch is SlingBlade himself. He is the best friend an artist could ever have because he is the three things that artists need in an editor: 1. a genius, 2. completely unforgiving in his evaluation of anything, and 3. always fair. If it’s bad, he’ll call you out, and if it’s good, he’ll say it. His response to the actors:
“Those guys were really good. I’m impressed.”
Now THAT is a compliment that means something to me.
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Can’t we just all get along?

May 15, 2008

Since we have all but settled on our Tucker, we had to tell the other guys who had done chemistry reads and callbacks for Tucker that they weren’t getting it. Generally, this is done by the casting agent. Joseph will call the actor’s agent, tell them the news, and that’s basically that.
But in this case we’d had drinks and hung out with both of the guys who had done chemistry reads, and Nils and I really got along with and respected both of them. I didn’t want to spend all that time with them, bond with them–even on a small level–and then have them find out through their agent that they weren’t going to get the part. That just feels cheap to me. Either you like someone as a person or you don’t, and if you do, then you like them all the time, regardless of the immediate economic benefit. Maybe I’m wrong, but it just seemed like they’d want to hear the news from me. At least, if I was in their position, that’s what I would want.
So I told them personally. I sent an email to one of them (I didn’t have his phone number) and called the other one. Real basic conversation, I told them that another guy had come in and just blown us away, that I was impressed with them as actors and that I would have loved to work with them, and sincerely thanked them for coming in. Really, nothing special at all, what any other decent person would do and say in my shoes. It didn’t even occur to me that I was doing anything unusual.
From the reaction I got, you’d think I had given a kidney to a dying child. Joseph called me and was gushing for five minutes about how nice and awesome I was to do that, and the other actor sent this email:
“Hey man,
Thanks for being so up front about all this. I really appreciate hearing about this from you. Obviously, I wanted to play you, but I know how it is and if someone came in and blew the doors off it, I can live with that. If you guys are happy and think you found your guy, I’m happy for you and I’m sure the movie will be better for it. Normally I’d be like, “Fuck that, I hope the movie bombs,” but I really hope for your sake (and Nils) that it blows up. You guys have worked really hard and you deserve it…[irrelevant part excerpted]…Again, thanks a lot for treating me like a person instead of a commodity. I appreciate it more than you can understand.”
My response to both of them was awkward and stammering. I didn’t know what to say. I’ve never seen anyone so grateful for basic human decency. It’s not like I liberated prisoners of war from a concentration camp–I just treated people the way I would want to be treated. Isn’t this the Golden Rule? Doesn’t everyone do this?
The sad thing is, once I stopped and thought about it, I realized I should have expected this. Everyone in Hollywood is so used to getting treated like shit that when someone comes along and is nice in a situation where they don’t need to be or don’t want something from the other person, they are so grateful.
One of the first things you notice when you come to work in Hollywood from the outside business world, is the lack of respect with which the system treats people. It’s shocking really, when you realize that the standard behavior model is to treat people like complete shit.
You can read a ton of books about this (Why Does Sammy Run?, Adventures In The Screen Trade), or see all the movies about it (Swimming With Sharks, The Player), but I have seen it first-hand a ton of times already–we’ve been in pre-production for only three months, and I already have all kinds of examples. The agent for the casting director cursed at and then hung up on the production lawyer when they were discussing the deal. The production lawyer is about the nicest, sweetest woman you could ever imagine. Before she started working in Hollywood, she was a public defender in the juvenile crimes division for Baltimore. She said she gets treated worse in Hollywood. The first line producer we thought about attaching had a lawyer that refused to give us her precedent for a deal, asked us to come back with an offer, and then once we did, cursed at and insulted my lawyer about the offer we gave them. I told him to fuck off, and we attached a different line producer.
I could go on and on with examples like this, but the people who have worked here for years have much better ones, especially the actors and the below-the-line people. One actor told us a story about how on a movie, the director walked around with a bullhorn screaming in the faces of everyone on set. He was directing a COMEDY! When we asked one actor what he thought of the character’s motivation in a specific scene, he kinda paused and said, “I don’t think a director has ever asked me what I thought about anything before.” Every below-the-line person has dozens of stories about how producers have thrown phones at them, berated them to the point of tears, fired them for no reason, etc, etc. When they talk about it, it’s like you can see their crushed souls, you can see how the system’s corrupt DNA has its boot on their neck. They all just resign themselves to this treatment as a part of being in the system.
It doesn’t have to be this way. Jesus Christ–I AM FAMOUS FOR BEING AN ASSHOLE–and even I treat the people I work with well, if for no other reason than because it makes good business sense. Why do so many of the successful people in Hollywood not understand this? Why does no one get that if you treat people well, they will work twice as hard, be twice as productive (and probably work for less money). Everyone is better off if you are just nice to the people you work with.
In what world is Tucker Max giving someone a lecture about decency and respect?
Only in Hollywood.
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Hollywood Brings Out the Gay in Every Man

May 14, 2008


Setting aside the ability to make quiche from scratch, I have been a man’s Man my entire life. I don’t use “product”. I don’t listen to bullshit hipster music. I don’t take pain relievers. I’ve never gone tanning. I love sports. I love women. And I squeeze the toothpaste from the middle of the tube. Yet I’ve been in Hollywood less than two months and already half of that time has been spent using words like “sparkle”, “twinkle”, and “naughty joy” to describe and contrast the relative merits of a gaggle of impossibly attractive young men. SEE! There I go again!!! The worst part is that I don’t feel the least bit dirty about it because finding the best possible actor to play Tucker is critical to the success of this film. He needs to “pop” on screen and have that “twinkle” in his eye that tells you he’s filled with the type of “naughty joy” that makes you want to love him and forgive him at the same time.
On the list of things I thought I would never say in my lifetime, “naughty joy” is right up there with “World Champion Boston Red Sox” and “porn is gross.” I mean, seriously, think about this: when would it ever be okay for a man’s Man to insert the phrase “naughty joy” into conversation? Maybe…maybe…when he’s recounting the previous night’s sexual encounter with a kindergarten teacher into role-playing. NEVER when he’s discussing the charisma and visual appeal of a fit, good-looking young actor auditioning to play the guy sitting next to you. Except it only gets better, because for us it doesn’t stop at conversation. Sure we just watched these guys audition twenty minutes earlier, five feet away from us, but we’re PRODUCERS. We can’t just talk about their sparkle and naughty joy. We want…nay, we need…to see it again. So we go back to the video tape and stare intently at their eyes and smiles, making sure that the naughty joy we remembered is there on screen and, most importantly, the right amount of naughty. Not too much, not too little, but just right. Like Goldilocks and the Three Bears of Naughtiness.
That’s been my Hollywood experience for the past month. Four weeks. Four dudes, one chick. Talking day after day about another man’s sparkle. It’s no wonder celebrity sexuality remains the primary source of grist for the Hollywood rumor mill. How could it not?
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