There are two things I love about Bloomington
Indiana; my brother lives there and the IU Cinema is there (not in that
order). On Friday I got to see filmmaker John Waters there, first
giving a talk, then screening “Cecil B. DeMented”,
then doing a Q&A. I went away liking him even more than before.
(I think) we both feel there are enough people in the world waiting for a
new Transformers movie or new Fast and Furious movie and we would in
general prefer something different. I for sure
have always been attracted to the grassroots DV projects, backyard VHS
epics, photocopied comic books, stapled zines, homemade mix tapes with
bands nobody has heard of, the great homemade world most people don’t
care about.
I found out when I jumped down that rabbit hole,
decades after John Waters did, that there are a lot of people that feel
the same way. And those people can become your fans and when they do
they are very loyal. For instance I was more
than shocked when, after several years of self-imposed exile from
screenwriting, I learned people noticed I was gone and cared that I was
coming back.
But it’s a double-edge sword because you also
have to suffer the slings and arrows of those who don’t understand why
you feel that way. I listened to John Waters field questions about
making “kitschy” and “bad” things and his love for
such things. When people ask me in interviews or casual conversation,
“what’s the worst movie ever made?” I always think, I wonder if somebody
has ever asked my hero Michael Tolkin that (he replaced William Goldman
because he once wrote me an email after
reading this blog, and William Goldman has never done that)? But now I
will be all like, well, if John Waters has to listen to it, I guess I
will too (for the record, I always say “Triumph of the Will”). Because
John Waters seemed a little taken aback and
ended up kind of defending himself and saying, well I like foreign
movies too (as seen in “Cecil B. DeMented” when everybody from Castle to
Fassbinder to Anger to Peckinpah to Lean is name-checked).
But there is something worse than this, and that
is nobody caring. There are literally tens of thousands of movies that
dropped like a rock in a pond and did not leave a ripple (and I have
written some of them). So when a movie I worked
on more than ten years ago, “Peter Rottentail,” bubbled to the surface
recently, I couldn’t have been more thrilled.
And more recently,
Fangoria did an hour-long podcast with the movie as its subject. Of course they thought it
sucked, and it sucked so bad that one host had to listen to my audio
commentary track to try to internalize why it sucked so
bad.
And I was happy. Just think, I have been
reading Fangoria since I was a kid (though admittedly I always liked
Starlog better). And some Fangoria guys talked about a movie I worked
on a decade ago for a solid hour. Okay, I wasn’t thrilled
that the one guy gave me that “duh duh duh” voice that mad girlfriends
give their boyfriends the world over, but as far as the movie review, I
was happy.
Because getting your movie labeled the worst
actually attracts, like a moth to flame, people like me. Which is who I
wrote it for.
You have to sniff past what I call the Joe Bob
Briggs phenomena—reviewers drinking and half watching, or working up
quips and half watching—and sometimes that is frustrating because they
come in with preconceived notions, and often the
biggest one is mixing up “stupid” and “cheap.” I feel the burn right
now on “Jurassic Prey,” which I am very proud of the script for, but a
lot of people dismiss as inherently stupid. In fact
I wrote a whole blog post about this idea, upon the release
of “Sharknado 2”, so I won’t go over it all now
But apples to apples, I
would challenge anyone to read my script for “Jurassic Prey” and say it
is worse than some thunderously stupid, but very attractive,
blockbuster movies out there. One has the resources of Skywalker Ranch,
the other Dollar General. And apples to apples, that’s
not on the screenwriter. But it is the reality.
“Peter Rottentail” was the second movie ever
made from my writing, even though I had sold several screenplays by that
time. I was working on the set of the bigfoot movie I wrote for the
Polonia Brothers, “Among Us,” which was my first
movie and has had good legs on its own, when the distributor called and
said he would need three more movies that year. It was the go-go time
of the direct-to-DVD boom, and I was in the right place at the right
time. However I told the brothers I could not
write three more movies that year, which would be nothing to me now (I
believe my record is seven in one year) so they agreed I would write one
more and then rewrite two of their existing scripts. So when I got
back from the shoot a package came in the mail—it
was the handwritten, on lined paper, version of a movie called “Psycho
Clown” which I was to turn into “Peter Rottentail.” I typed it in and
rewrote it at the same time, and I believe I finished it in a long
three-day weekend. I had a lot of fun with it.
It was never meant to be taken seriously and I think I wrote it with
some delirious intensity (I don’t believe I’ve ever done another one
that fast). I have not sat down to watch it with fresh eyes after so
many years, but I am sure it does not help that
DV technology has advanced quite a bit—I am certain the credits were
done on a Video Toaster—and that even by the days’ standards it was made
at a very threadbare cost.
But I’m proud of my part of it, and I know some people like it (and some people
really like it
) and if I am going to give any small nugget of hard wisdom to aspiring screenwriters reading my blog it
is this; that you should be proud of everything that leaves your keyboard.
So thanks to Nerdly and Fangoria for bringing new people to my old pal Peter Rottentail.
