Hey folks, Harry here with Dr Quack and his look at two very different scripts - One by a genius and the other by a not a genius. I'll leave it to you to decide which is which. However, I don't think it'll take you long to decide which one you must see turned into a movie, and which one you could care less about. So here ya go with Dr Quack's very nice looks at one to catch and the other to hurl...
Hey Harry,
Long time fan, first time contributor. I recently got
my grubby paws on two screenplays and thought you
might be interested in a review. The screenplays are:
"Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" written by
Charlie Kaufman (who's consistently the best
screenwriter working in Hollywood today) and "The
Ringer", a screenplay by Ricky Blitt, which is being
produced by the Farelly Brothers and is set to star
Johnny Knoxvile.
Okay, I'll just get down to brass tax, here.
First up: "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"
by Charlie Kaufman, unspecified draft.
This script was hard for me to wrap my head around
the first time I read it because there are so many
textures and layers to this thing. I'm going to try
to lay it out here without giving too much away,
though.
The screenplay follows a Man, Joel Barish (set to be
played by Jim Carrey), who discovers that his
girlfriend, Clementine Kruczynski (Kate Winslet), has
had him permanently erased from her memories.
Naturally, this comes as quite a shock to him because
he didn't know their relationship was over. Unable to
bear the thought of living the rest of his life as the
sole owner of these memories, he decides to have her
erased from his memories as well.
A majority of the scenes in the movie actually take
place in his head. We literally see his entire
relationship with Clementine laid out in a reverse
order from the last time they spoke to the first time
they met. As each scene (memory) plays out, they
abruptly end and are erased from his mind.
I'd just like to say here that this script isn't
very funny, nor is it intended to be. Ladies and
gentlemen, Charlie Kaufman has written a beautifully
somber, melancholy screenplay. One that, I suspect,
will share a tone with a film like "The Royal
Tennenbaums".
While the memories play out Joel soon realizes the
importance memories play in our personal histories and
decides that these memories must be preserved, so he
begins to hide Clementine in memories that she doesn't
belong. He takes her to a memory of himself sitting
in a crib when he was two years old. He also takes
her to a playground fight in grade school.
This film has an interesting subplot, which involves
the inventor of this memory erasing procedure, his two
assistants, and his secretary. We watch their lives
and dramas develop and unfold while Joel's past is
quickly disappearing. But I'm going to be vague
because I don't want to spoil it for anyone. It's a
brilliantly conceived story about the past, the
future, the present, sadness, regret, the price of
love, and the virtues of moving on with ones life.
The characters are beautifully realized. Joel is a
timid, melancholy figure who wants to be a free
spirit. Clementine, on the other hand, is a free
spirit. Her hair is dyed blue, and later orange, she
says what she feels and feels what she believes. She
reminds me of a younger incarnation of Maude from the
classic film "Harold and Maude", with a slice of
Juliet Hulme (also played by Kate Winslet in Peter
Jackson's equally brilliant "Heavenly Creatures"),
except, of course, without Juliet's delusional
madness.
"Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" has numerous
possibilities. My only fears in regards to this movie
is that itÃs being directed by Michel Gondry, who
helmed another Kaufman penned screenplay "Human
Nature". Gondry showed a prowess in terms of visual
style, but he failed to show any range as a filmmaker
who can handle complex characters. "Human Nature" was
okay at best and if Gondry would have tried to open up
and show real depths with his characters the movie
would have blown up in his face.
I pray that he shows artistic development and
doesn't ruin this wonderfully conceived screenplay.
On an arbitrary scale of one to five, I'd give this
script a FIVE.
Lastly: "The Ringer", by Rickey Blitt, unspecified
draft, dated 6/15/01.
Just let me say that I am a big fan of Johnny
Knoxville and truly believe that he is a star in the
making. Unfortunately that star won't rise with "The
Ringer", an uninspired, completely unfunny screenplay.
The screenwriter, Ricky Blitt, has a moderate sense
for the absurd but is dreadful in his attempts to
write funny dialogue. Which didn't come as a surprise
when I discovered that he was a writer on the
lamest-wants-to-be-hip-and-edgy-so-bad-it-hurts
television show to ever disgrace the television
screen, "The Family Guy".
Interesting aside: early on in the script, Blitt has
Knoxville's character laughing hysterically at, you
guessed it, an episode of "The Family Guy".
Okay, so let's get into the nuts and bolts of this
thing. Johnny Knoxville plays bumbling ne'er do well
Steve Barker, a lowly office worker, who listens to
self-help cd's in his cubicle. He builds up the
courage to ask his boss for a promotion, who,
reluctantly agrees. Steve's first job as managerial
trainee is to fire the loveable, hard working
Janitor, Stavi.
Upon confronting Stavi in the men's bathroom Steve
is heartbroken to discover that Stavi is a recent
widower and is struggling to raise eight children on
his own. Unable to throw Stavi to the dogs, Steve
actually hires him (at $400 a week) to mow his lawn.
But they have to keep this agreement secret so the
boss doesnÃt find out that Steve didn't have the heart
to fire him, which is completely unnecessary because
we never see Steve at work again, nor is it mentioned
for the duration of this script.
So Stavi reports to work at Steve's apartment to mow
the lawn. And, wouldn't you know it, he loses three
fingers in a bizarre, supposedly funny off-screen
accident. While at the hospital, the doctorÃs tell
Steve that he seven days to get twenty-eight thousand
dollars in order to pay for the surgery or Stavi will
forever lose those fingers. This is called the
internal clock, a lame plot device used to propel
uninspired scripts.
So Steve approaches his uncle Gary, a middle aged
bar owner/degenerate gambler, who is too steeped in
debt to loan his nephew any money. We discover that
Gary owes the mob a large sum of money and only has a
few days to pay up. Gary and the mobsters, while
discussing these matters, watch a news report on the
television about Jimmy, a mentally challenged man who
has captured the nations heart with nine consecutive
wins at the Special Olympics. This gives Gary an
idea.
He convinces the sweet, good natured Steve, who,
coincidentally was an actor and a gold medal winning
athlete in high school, to pretend to be 'retarded' so
they can rig the Special Olympics, bet on it, and make
a ton of money.
So Steve creates Jeffy Dahmer (get it, like the
serial killer) his bumbling, mentally challenged alter
ego. Jeffy places in the tryouts and is sent to a
Special Olympics training camp along with the other
finalists. At the camp his meets Lynn, a beautiful
humanitarian who volunteers to work with the mentally
challenged.
Naturally Steve falls in love with her and is
conflicted because heÃs lying to her by pretending
that heÃs mentally challenged. Of course Lynn is
dating a seemingly sweet man, who Jeffy discovers is
cheating on her with various women. So Jeffy tries to
end their relationship so he can be with Lynn.
At the camp Steve befriends a group of 'tardo's' as
they're called at one point, who discover that he is
putting them on with the whole Jeffy act. But they
don't care because they're anxious for someone to beat
Jimmy, who has grown arrogant and cocky. So they set
out to secretly train Jeffy while keeping his secret
safe.
So this is pretty much the dreadful script. We
watch as these wacky characters train Jeffy. We watch
as he forms a real bond with these people. We also
watch as his relationship with Lynn grows, and blah
blah blah.
This script is an unfunny, low brow turd that may
have been mildly amusing had it been made before
"Porky's" in the early eighties. Perhaps then it
would have been considered hip and edgy. This script
is filled with one desperate attempt after the other
to make you laugh and it just doesn't work. The humor
(or lack thereof) is more dialogue oriented but sight
gags abound, such as Steve trying to jump a hurdle but
instead runs into it balls first (the time tested
physical comedy that kept "America's Funniest Home
Video's" on the air for eighteen thousand years).
And the representation of the mentally challenged is
disgusting. Let me say real quick that I'm not some
tree-hugging hippy who loves clean humor. I'm a big
fan of John Waters early works, South Park, Troma
films, Jackass, CKY, etc. So I can generally laugh at
decadent and derogatory humor. But the way these
characters are portrayed is ridiculous. They're all
monosyllabic buffoons whose vocabulary is less
expansive than Tarzan's. And the one's who do talk
"normal" speak with a speech impediment or are cocky
and sexually obsessed.
I wish I could point out some good things about this
script, but it just isn't going to happen. I'm
looking through it trying to find one thing that I
enjoyed but I'm coming up empty handed. Seriously,
this movie is going to make Rob Schneider films look
like unappreciated works of genius, and that, in
itself, should speak volumes.
In doing some research, I discovered that Ricky
Blitt has no less than three projects in development,
including a spin-off of the mostly unfunny Jim Carrey
comedy "Me, Myself, & Irene". God help us. Ricky
Blitt will turn out to be the screenwriting equivalent
of Rob Schneider or Adam Sandler. His movies will be
dreadful, unwatchable,
crap but they'll use gimmicks like casting the hottest
newcomers or having hip soundtracks to sell movie
tickets. Which, in turn, will facilitate Mr. Blitt's
career.
On an arbitrary scale of one to five, I give this a
ZERO. It's that bad.
Well, I hope you can use this somewhere on the site.
Hopefully this won't be the last time you hear from
me.
Just call me,
Dr. Quack
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