Ok, finally watched this film. I thought it was fantastic, an excellent portrait of one of the finest writers that America has ever produced, and arguably one of it's greatest outlaw legends.
It's especially interesting to see how an aging Hunter deals with the legend, how he maintains his legacy without making a mockery of himself. It's also amazing to see how much Chivas the man can consume and still manage to walk.
I was expecting much worse, based on the "Hunter Goes to Hollywood" supplement from the Criterion DVD. But I thought the editing and storytelling was great.
I was audibly cheering during the scene where Hunter tells off that freak of nature Alex Cox (is it just me or does he look like the long lost brother of Sloth from "The Goonies"?) and the prentious little lisping hipster twit Todd Davies about their idiotic script for the FLLV film--I'm SO glad they were taken off the project--Gilliam's film is a masterpiece.
― jay blanchard (jay blanchard), Wednesday, 4 August 2004 19:16 (twenty-one years ago)