Watched two documentaries this week; the first on John Steinbeck, who, at one point in his career considered giving it all up due to competition from -- Ta-da! -- TV. (Seems not much has changed in the last sixty years.) I hadn't realized how severely the critics lambasted him, or how much this stung his psyche. Every time he received a scathing review of a new book, he hightailed it to Mexico. Smart man.
Second documentary featured Ray Bradbury, who appeared throughout much of the interview in a white shirt, necktie, white jacket and what looked like gym shorts. When he discusses an experience he once had with the director John Huston, he becomes quite emotional -- almost tearing up. Apparently, Huston was unkind to him during the writing of the Moby Dick screenplay in 1956, a cruelty he hasn't yet forgotten.
These documentaries were a mere 45 minutes each, and well worth the time. Hemingway's en route! (As is Robert Redford; couldn't resist.)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment