A billionaire thinks you can cure brain cancer with a brain transplant. So he brings Nostradamus back to life. I was unprepared.
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"This stupid, slow-moving, hard to hear, wonder was the first and last screen-play my dad, William Grote, ever produced. (...) I think it took all of two weeks to write and he was paid a grand total of $1000 for his efforts. We stayed in a cheap Santa Monica hotel while he finished it. He said the script was written on the scene in some kind of writer's pit where typewriters were clanking away noisily and script writers consumed mass quantities of cigarettes and coffee. Wilder would always appear unannounced and suddenly yank the script out of the typewriter, glance at it quickly and make scream astute comments likes "This is $++!!" or "We need more sex! More sex!"
ReplyDeleteThe pressure cooker of the script-writing scene was just too much for dad. He was happy to leave LA and return to San Diego where he returned to his role as Social Worker by day and Juvenile novel writer by night.
I saw the premier when I was ten and got mad when people were making fun of it. But Dad had tears in his eye -- from laughing. Somehow, while watching it again tonight (50-something years later) I can almost hear him laughing in the background."
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