A bit late to this one but in a comment J. Kearney points to an article Stillman wrote about how he didn’t quite get to make a film with the late Paul Newman.
Movie stars of Paul Newman’s stature carry with them not just the actual films they have accomplished but the dreams of films that might have been — hopes that, however unlikely, are extinguished only with their passing.
My Paul Newman film started in Dublin, where the brash young film publicist and distributor Ronan Glennane had fought for our film Barcelona. Rather than “take no prisoners,” Glennane’s style was to take prisoners as needed and torture them until they either recanted their aversion to the film or screamed loudly enough to attract onlookers to the cinema.
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I just got one of the biggest shocks of my life…
2 AM, standing on the platform at the 53rd and Lex Subway, I see a man coming toward me who looks vaguely familiar. He had a wrinkle-free suit, tasteful overcoat and pinstripe shirt (with detachable collar to boot).
If it had not been for the fact that he seemed deep in thought while reading a book about Khrushchev, I might have summoned up the courage to ask Mr. Stillman for his autograph. Damn it.
Posted 10 Jan 2009 at 7:16 am ¶Post a Comment