Inside Baseball


Alain Robbe-Grillet thought Alan Resnais butchered the screenplay to

Last Year at Marienbad.  Robert Towne is still bitching about what Roman Polanski

did to his script for Chinatown.  What if Lem Dobbs had gotten Robert Aldrich

(Kiss Me Deadly) to direct The Limey when he first wrote it.  It would have been

a straight revenge fantasy like Point Blank or Get Carter.  None of the texture

Terence Stamp brought to the project, much less Ken Loach’s footage from

Poor Cow.  I think I once watched the director’s cut of Brian Helgeland’s Payback

and the studio’s toned-down version with another director.  I don’t know.  I can’t

remember.  But I couldn’t have written this poem without the worldwide web and a good

search engine.  Plus I still have enough left to remember what Lem Dobbs and Stephen

Soderbergh had to say on the audio commentary I watched yesterday.  Did I once watch

a movie on DVD, a remake of a Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn movie, and the original

movie was on the flip side of same DVD, and the original was much better?  Yes.

Charade and The Truth About Charlie.  Wasn’t Payback a remake of Point Blank, and weren’t both movies based on The Hunter, by Richard Stark (Donald E. Westlake)?

Inside baseball.  In Modern Book Collecting, Robert A. Wilson lists the 50 most

important books of American literature published since the end of World War II,

and the first three are books of poetry by Ezra Pound, William Carlos Williams,

and Louis Zukofsky and No. 11 is Naked Lunch, by William S. Burroughs.

Try to get a book like any of those published today, sports fans.

Not to get “too personal” but that is what

I’m up against.  Plus up against

the wall, redneck motherfucker.








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