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I have to say, what Mark Wahlberg did in that movie was all sorts of things that he had to absolutely commit to.
Any actor would have a difficult time without trusting completely in Paul.
His relationship to the material differed from that of the average high schooler. But the real seduction was in the imagined backstories, the circumstantial tragicomedies of the casts and crews, which inspired Anderson to write and film .
During the process, Anderson squabbled with producers, barred them from the set, and refused to show any edited footage or make any significant suggested changes.
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And then got there, and kind of had this weird reaction, like a true audience member would, just in my gut, going “Oh fuck, it’s just this stupid piece of meat.”The money shot …
(Clip below has perfect satire of insipid morning chat, and slurs.) At least Bertrand Dautzenberg, president of the French Office for the Prevention of Smoking, retains some common sense.
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But he didn’t have final cut and was eventually fired and locked out of his own editing room. This is the making and near unmaking of Mike De Luca was this hotshot executive at New Line. He loved that life and he lived that life and the fast cars and the blow jobs and the pretty girls and all of that stuff. I passed when he brought it to New Line; then I saw the movie and was really impressed.
In the fallout, Anderson told a reporter that his experience on , it was with a resolve bordering on arrogance. Still, after an intense production and postproduction period — one in which the director had to manage a cranky, confused Burt Reynolds and an untested, rapping underwear model named Mark Wahlberg — Anderson was forced once again to fight studio heads for his cut of the film. For its beautiful portrait of nontraditional families; for Reynolds and Wahlberg, the surrogate father and son, who were never better; for Philip Seymour Hoffman, squeezing into character and breaking hearts; for its prodigy director sticking to his guns and nailing it; for John C. Just as a joke, I said to him, “Don’t let me pass on something this cool again,” and later, under those auspices, John said, “Remember when you said don’t let you pass on something cool? I said, “Listen, I’m not gonna give the script to anyone else, but you gotta read it tonight. This is not something that you give to your story department." He called me the next day and said, “I love it, I want to do it.”So Bob and I got to Sundance. We had a series of people we were meeting at different places in Park City that evening and we were bar-hopping. Before we made the deal on the project, we agreed on a few things: The movie had to be under three hours and it had to be R-rated, not NC-17. It terrified me at the time, really scared the piss out of me. That long, long shot where he stays on Mark’s face and you can see the madness in the room through his eyes and the decision he makes, when he finally just stands up and goes, “OK, we gotta go, we gotta go.” All that was just phenomenal.