Roger Ebert的Malcolm McLaren悼文

                
                
要不是以前听过Ebert客座的Sound Opinions节目，我是绝想不到Roger Ebert和S手枪之间还有过那么一档子事儿
赶这次流氓经纪人Malcolm McLaren去世的当口，Ebert写了篇超长的博文源源本本地追溯了他和大mm导演为S手枪拍电影的那段陈年旧事
摘几段好玩的：
                
                
"Their lead singers are named Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious. They demanded the same team that made 'Beyond the Valley of the Dolls.' We can go wild on this. I've got a couple of big-titted London girls already in mind."
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He said the Sex Pistols would be the occasion of "a real R.M. film," and he had agents scouting the land for beautiful actresses with improbable bosoms. He had never been concerned before about plausibility in a screenplay, and he wasn't going to start now. If the Sex Pistols never encountered a woman requiring less than a DD cup, even in their audiences, that was fine with him. He appreciated the fact that the Sex Pistols songs would provide the occasion of another sex, drugs and rock and roll picture like BVD.
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I've mentioned before that, for Russ, typing was synonymous with writing. If he didn't hear the typewriter, no writing was being done.When I was writing "Beneath the Valley of the Ultra Vixens" for him, he located me in his living room (all office furniture) and listened from his upstairs office. When my typewriter fell silent, he'd call down, "What's the matter?"
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McLaren fed us with ideas. He particularly specified a scene showing Sid Vicious in bed with his mother as they shot heroin. Russ was dubious.
"Do you think Sid will go for that?"
"Why wouldn't he? It's all based on fact."
"It should be obvious why it would piss him off."
"Nah. The more shocking, the better. That's what the boys stand for. Just put it in, and we'll run it past Sid in London, see what he says."
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INT. NIGHT. BEDROOM
The shades are drawn. Propped up against the pillows of the bed, Sid's MOTHER is just in the act of shooting up. As Sid Vicious appears in the doorway, she pulls the needle from her arm. He leans against the door, regarding her. She releases the rubber tube from around her arm.
SID VICIOUS (not unkindly)
Still on the shit, mum?
She looks up and sees him. We sense this is not the first time he's seen her shooting up.
MOTHER
(a surprised greeting)
Sid!
(pause)
How are you, then?
 
 
SID VICIOUS
All right... I came for my things, mum.
MOTHER
Your things?
(brightens)
You got a job, then?
SID VICIOUS
Not a chance!
His Mother nods to confirm that of course there was not a chance. She sits upright on the side of the bed.
MOTHER
I thought Tony told you not to come 'round here any more.
VICIOUS
Bugger Tony. It's your house too - isn't it?
MOTHER
He pays the rent... come on then, sit down.
She pats the bed next to her. He sits.
VICIOUS
I didn't come 'round because I wanted to. I need money, mum. I'm starving.
His mother isn't giving him her total attention.
VICIOUS
(continuing)
I'm starving, mum...
He puts an arm around her. She looks at the hand on her arm, lets it stay. Her dialogue implies more than it says.
 
 
MOTHER
What if Tony walks in?
SID VICIOUS
He won't come walking in here . He's down at the pub with his mates.
MOTHER
I don't want you to get hurt, Sid. You'd better get out in case Tony comes.
He pulls her closer to him, and kisses her on the cheek.
VICIOUS
What's the matter, mum?
She is deep into the rush of the heroin.
MOTHER
He could come walking in here any time now...
Effortlessly, Sid Vicious pushes his mother back on the bed and moves to cover her with half his body. He kisses her on the neck and lips.
SID VICIOUS
I told you -- he's at the pub with his mates, getting sloshed.
MOTHER
But he doesn't have the money to get sloshed, Sid. He'll be back
SID VICIOUS
Come on, mum. Give us a kiss.
She does. And then she puts her free arm around him, and they begin the preliminaries of love making.
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Sid Vicious studied it. Russ, Malcolm and I studied him. He read carefully, smoking. Finally he closed the screenplay.
"I don't think me Mum will like the part about the heroin."
                
                
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Meyer opened up by informing Johnny Rotten that with his stovepipe arms he wouldn't have survived one day in the army.
"What do I want with the fucking army?" Rotten said.
"You listen to me, you little shit. We won the Battle of Britain for you!"
I reflected that America had not been involved in the Battle of Britain, and that John Lydon (his real name) was Irish, and therefore from a non-participant nation. I kept these details to myself.
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 In the black cab Meyer informed Rotten: "You look like you haven't eaten in a week."
"That fucker McLaren doesn't pay us anything. He gives us an allowance of five quid a week. I'm living in a dosshouse."
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After dinner, we drove Johnny in a cab to where he lived, in an anonymous street in Notting Hill. "Fucking McLaren," he said. "That was the first decent meal I've had in a month." Meyer gave him five pounds and we waited outside a convenience store for him to buy lager and canned pork and beans. "Fucking great," Johnny said.
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博文从Ebert废弃的剧本里摘了好几场戏，读着都挺带劲的，结尾更是酷B～
AN OVERHEAD SHOT
shows his prone body on the floor in the spotlight. The first and only person to move is Johnny Rotten. He walks slowly forward to the dead body. Looks down at it. Turns it over with the toe of his boot, so that the dead face gazes sightlessly skyward. Speaks so softly not everyone can hear.
JOHNNY ROTTEN
(down at the body)
Will success spoil Johnny Rotten?
(pause)
No. He will waste, spoil, smash, blow up and destroy success!
Another pause. The room is hushed. Johnny Rotten looks slowly up and directly into the camera.
JOHNNY ROTTEN
Did yer ever have the feeling yer being watched?
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Ebert的punchline真是没得讲，看这文章给结的
Malcolm McLaren died of cancer on April 8, 2010, in a Swiss clinic. He will be buried in London's fabled Highgate Cemetery, resting with Karl Marx, George Eliot, Christina Rossetti, Radcliffe Hall, Douglas Adams, Sir Ralph Richardson, and other congenial companions. He is survived by the son he had with Westwood, Joseph Corré. The apple fell close to the tree. Corré is co-founder of Agent Provocateur, which began as a small Soho shop selling provocative lingerie and now has 30 stores in 14 countries. The German artist Marie-Amourfou was so inspired by the Agent Provocateur catalogue that she created the painting below. I wish Russ had lived to see it.
                
                
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老头太可爱了，干脆把整个剧本放了出来，“for the benefit of future rock historians”
http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2010/04/who_killed_bambi_-_a_screenpla.html