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|Apr-15-14|| ||Petrosianic: Yeah, but Tobey didn't write the script. For those of us who haven't read it, can you be more specific about what's wrong with it? I mean, I assume that if it came from Hollywood, SOMETHING major is wrong, but it would be nice to know what.|
|Apr-15-14|| ||HeMateMe: I like McGuire as the 30 year old Fischer. He's a good actor. If it's a Marty movie, everything will be real.|
|Apr-15-14|| ||KKDEREK: Jesus I hate Tobey.He killed Peter Parker..One guy IMHO that would fit (especially because he somehow resembles Bobby, his face shape, nose) is Adrian Brody...|
|Apr-15-14|| ||TheFocus: <Petrosianic> <Yeah, but Tobey didn't write the script. For those of us who haven't read it, can you be more specific about what's wrong with it? I mean, I assume that if it came from Hollywood, SOMETHING major is wrong, but it would be nice to know what.>|
Go to page 1321 of this Forum and begin reading. It was a horrible script. Typical Hollywood, they just made up stuff and present it as the truth. Sad really. A great movie could be made about his life. Instead, they give us a garbage story.
|Apr-15-14|| ||KKDEREK: <focus> What they said about Bobby quitting chess? What they 'blame'?|
|Apr-15-14|| ||TheFocus: <KKDEREK> The script ends after bobby wins in 1972. Here is the last of the script.|
EXT. REYKJAVIK GRAVEYARD
The snow swirls and we may think that we are still in Washington Park. But through the snow we gradually see gravestones and, near to shot, a mechanical digger scratching away at the frozen earth of Iceland.
Cut to black and caption card.
Caption: Bobby Fischer lived in exile, shunned by most of humanity for thirty years. He died in 2008. He chose to be buried in Iceland.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE, BROOKLYN - NIGHT
We see snow swirling. We see uncertain lights. We might still be in the graveyard in Iceland, but then, through the swirling snow, Bobby as a young man steps forward with a baseball bat.
We see we are inside an abandoned warehouse. Bobby smashes a window with the baseball bat and takes a breath. Then he arrogantly throws the baseball bat in the air and lets it clatter on the ground. He grins, dusts his hands and walks
out of shot, leaving a night time view of Brooklyn through a broken, dirty window.
A caption appears over the shot without fading to black.
Caption: Bobby Fischer was the first and last American chess champion of the world.
Fade to black.
|Apr-15-14|| ||TheFocus: Opening Page
EXT. SOLID GRANITE COUNTRY HOUSE, ICELAND - DAWN
In the grey light of dawn we see a large country house made from solid stone in the Nordic style, isolated in the Icelandic wilderness. Ponies graze all around and in the distance there is a beautiful mountain range where the sun is rising.
Caption: Reykjavik, Iceland. 4.15am, July 20th 1972.
No lights burn in the whole house. A car is approaching the house very fast up a long gravel drive with its headlights on full beam.
INT. COUNTRY HOUSE BEDROOM - DAWN
Inside the house we survey the debris of a bedroom which has been recently trashed.
The room is solidly furnished but the heavy oak chairs and bedside tables have been overturned. Two table lamps have been torn from their sockets and the bulbs are smashed. The only phone is off the hook and the wire has been pulled from the wall. There is not a chessboard or chess piece in sight.
As we move across the room we discover a tall, athletic looking guy with black hair swept back from his face. He is sitting motionless on a chair, peering out of the window. He is wearing a vest and boxer shorts. This is BOBBY FISCHER. He seems to be lost in a distant world. We study him for a moment before hearing the approaching car screech to a halt outside. The car door slams and Bobby’s eyes re-focus.
Caption: This is a true story.
Bobby listens to the door flying open downstairs then the clatter of footsteps on the wooden stairs that lead to the bedroom. Someone is climbing the stairs in a tearing hurry. The bedroom door bursts open but Bobby’s face hardly flickers. A guy in his late forties stands in the doorway, wearing a raincoat and carrying a trilby hat, breathless from the stairs. This is MCALLISTER. He stares at Bobby and the debris of the room for a moment then enters, slamming the door angrily. Bobby doesn’t flinch.
There is evidently a huge agenda between the two men but Mcallister takes a while distilling his anger into words. Finally he speaks in a way that suggests he is quoting...
‘Never before, in human history,
has the outcome of an entire
global war of ideas rested on the
shoulders of one man’.
Mcallister turns to Fischer. There is no reaction.
"I’m quoting the President of the United States. He was talking about you. He called me last
night. Three times." Mcallister lifts the receiver of the dead phone and places it back on the hook.
"He’s been trying to get a message to you." Bobby barely reacts. Suddenly, in a burst of fury, Mcallister kicks one of the chairs. Bobby flinches a little. For the first time we sense Bobby is terrified but hiding it beneath layers and layers of defiance and anger.
|Apr-15-14|| ||TheFocus: MCALLISTER (CONT’D)
"In Moscow President Brezhnev opened his only bottle of 1868 Louis Roederer Champagne. Left
over from the revolution. You know why?"
A pause. Mcallister hits each word as if it were a hammer on a nail...
"Because..he..heard...you’d..quit." Bobby fights his fear. He puts his long fingers together in a temple and rests his chin on them. Mcallister loses
his cool again and yells...
'There are boys your age in Vietnam giving their @#$%* lives right now for the fight
against Communism." Bobby nods once.
"And all you have to do is put your @#$%* pants on and play." A pause.
"If the Russians win this, they win the brain war. There is only one man on this entire planet who
can stop them." Mcallister suddenly grabs one of the upturned chairs, slams it upright and sits astride it, staring at Bobby face-to-face. Their faces are close...
"Now Bobby please...get dressed, comb your hair and go save the free world."
|Apr-15-14|| ||TheFocus: Followed by 119 more pages of crap.|
|Apr-15-14|| ||Petrosianic: <Typical Hollywood, they just made up stuff and present it as the truth. Sad really.>|
Yes, but as you say, typical. Like when they did that Three Stooges biopic 10 years ago or so, they had Moe being rescued from a job as a studio parking lot attendant when they made their comeback, when in fact, he'd invested his money well and was doing just fine. They just make up whatever sounds dramatic. Problem is there are few good writers any more. CGI, Special Effects and Reality Series have done away with the need to tell a good story, so few know how any more.
|Apr-15-14|| ||TheFocus: <Petrosianic> Too true. Very few good writers anymore. You can especially see that in TV also.|
it is all about action, not plot.
Sorta like bad porno.
|Apr-15-14|| ||AylerKupp: There is a difference between a good writer and an accurate writer. An accurate writer writes the truth, even though it may be poorly written. A good writer writes well, even though what he/she writes may not be the truth.|
It's like someone who was involved with the movie "Gravity" said: "This is a movie. If you want to see facts, go watch a documentary." Which is another way of saying: "Don't let the facts get in the way of a good story."
|Apr-15-14|| ||HeMateMe: toby was much better than the guy they have now. He was really believable as the high school student bitten by the radioactive spider.|
|Apr-17-14|| ||offramp: I just bought a 0.3 litre glass for £1.99 from an Oxfam Charity shop in Tooting. Upon it are written the words <Fischer's Hell>. |
Is this a souvenir issued by the Pasadena Police?
|Apr-17-14|| ||offramp: I said years ago that the best - the ONLY - actor to pay RJF was Patrick Fischler.
|Apr-17-14|| ||offramp: Do Chicagooids think of Fischer as a New Yorkoid or a Chicagooid?|
|Apr-17-14|| ||Petrosianic: Well, for one thing, it isn't Chicago, it's Fischergrad.|
|Apr-17-14|| ||offramp: Do Fischergradoids think of Fischer as a Fischergradoid or a Fischergradoid?|
|Apr-17-14|| ||Petrosianic: A Fischergradoid, of course.
Fischergrad is a protest against Repino, by the way. We once noticed that Botvinnik was born in a Finnish town called Kuokkala, or something, and that the town was later named Repino after a famous artist that was born there.
We thought it was a bloody outrage that they should rename the town after a famous son, and NOT pick the world chess champion, so we decided that we needed to rename some other town after a chess champ. Fischer was the obvious choice, and we picked a Russian name, because it was Botvinnik that put the bee in our bonnets in the first place (and besides, US equivalents, like Fischerville or Fischerburg sounded silly, while Fischergrad sounds pretty butch). So we got one guy who came from Chicago to edit his settings and change his location to Fischergrad for as long as the board existed.
|Apr-18-14|| ||Conrad93: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001497/
This is who will be plying Fischer if the biopic is ever released.
|Apr-18-14|| ||Benzol: Bobby was over six-foot tall wasn't he? David Duchovny might be a better bet.|
|Apr-18-14|| ||Conrad93: Well, the people are already chosen, but I doubt the movie will ever be released.|
It's taking way too long.
|Apr-18-14|| ||HeMateMe: What if they cast today's players in the Fischer movie?|
Daniel King as 1972 Bob
Joel Benjamin as Jack Collins
Bob's Mom: Pia Cramling
Sister Joan: Ana Muzychuk
Bill Lombardi: Susan Polgar
1972 Boris Spassky: Peter Svidler
Ed Edmunson: loek van wely
Pal Benko: Pal Benko (works for me).
Sammy Reshevsky: Gata Kamsky
Larry Evans: Gary Kasparov
older, crazy Bob: John Nunn
Older Spassky: John Fedorowicz
and, we get one Manhattan or Marshall chess club scene where Chukie, Shirov and Roman Dishinzivallie are doing really weird stuff, with Bob nearby.
|Apr-19-14|| ||lamont: +++
Re/ Pawn Sacrifice
"Every great man nowadays
"has his his disciples,
"& it is usually Judas
"who writes his biography."
~Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde
(of bless'ed memory
Hollywood never thought it important
to be earnest re/ truthiness (sic
when it came to biopics.
A splinter named Robt/Walker
played the telluric mass of composer
Azzza bard wrote:
"The telluric mass of Miss Lowell"
Took yr/ suggestion, went to p/1321.
"...Oh, how the ghost of you clings."
like the song sez... (sigh
NICHT Tobey Maguire !!
Guy looks like the towel boy
in a gay bath-house.
Cd/ his glare make a Candidate sick ??
(i.e., two (2)Candidates !!
(Please, -he has Garfield-eyes.
(Please, -he wd/ have to put on 5" heels.
&&&... b-b-but I digress.
|Apr-19-14|| ||john barleycorn: Hey, <lamont> welcome back. Long time no see. Hope everything is fine with you.|
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