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Writers on film: Drunk, crazy and sexy

It may not be realistic, but it’s more fun than watching someone type

"Stranger than Fiction"
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Emma Thompson plays a writer suffering from writer's block who gets a little help from Queen Latifah in "Stranger than Fiction." But if she really wants to cure it, she needs to find a higher ledge.
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COMMENTARY
By Dave White
updated 5:07 p.m. ET Nov. 17, 2006

“Stranger Than Fiction” gets released this week. It’s the one about Will Ferrell’s life being controlled by writer Emma Thompson. 

She narrates/dictates his actions and he hears it as a voice in his head. Meanwhile she’s writing what she believes to be a fictional story about his life, while he remains trapped and controlled by her writerly whims. In other words, it’s an omnipotence fantasy for every disgruntled person who’s ever written something for a paycheck. 

Normal people will watch it and side with Will Ferrell’s helpless victim. Writers, on the other hand, will think, “Yeah, get him.”

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They’re generally a desperate, upset bunch, writers. Stephen Kings and Danielle Steeles aside, the overwhelming majority of them do not earn their living from writing alone. Most have to teach or work at day jobs they despise, take journalism assignments they have no feeling for, or write copy for the back of DVD or cereal boxes. But you’d never know that from watching writers’ lives in movies.

And that’s awesome.

Here’s why: Save for the brilliant “American Splendor,” it’s boring to witness someone being a disgruntled writer. I mean, yes, writers get to think things all day and type them and consult a thesaurus to make it all sound fancier than it would otherwise and then people go, “Ooh, you’re so talented.” They get to do it in their pajamas if they feel like it and they get to not leave the house for days on end. But if you plan to make a writer the main character in your movie, that can’t be how your movie plays out. Because if you do it’s going to be like one of those old Andy Warhol movies where he just pointed his camera at some guy sleeping for six hours.

You’re drunk, you’re in love, you’re a writer!
My personal favorite writer-as-protagonist movies are the ones where they just ditch showing you anything about the job of writing — save for a few moments of soulful typing and flashes of golden gifts from their inner muse — and get right to the alcoholism, romance, libertine sexploits and insanity.

In 1934’s “The Barretts of Wimpole Street,” Norma Shearer as Elizabeth Barrett falls in love with Frederic March as Robert Browning. They do this against her father’s wishes. The movie’s original tagline was “When poets love, Heaven and Earth fall back to watch!” And as entertaining and soapy as it all is, Heaven and Earth didn’t get to watch them being all that poetic, since Norma Shearer spends a lot of the movie lying on a chaise being sickly. Still, though, it’s a much more satisfying poets-in-love movie than watching the relentlessly mopey “Sylvia,” where Gwyneth Paltrow is Sylvia Plath and Daniel Craig is Ted Hughes. 

This fun couple is so bummed out that even their Christmas decorations are brown. You think I’m making that up. You spend the whole movie thinking, “Why are these two in love? And how long until she puts her head in the oven?”

In this year’s “Factotum” you’re treated to Matt Dillon as Charles Bukowski (more or less) drinking and stumbling and losing job after job and vomiting in concert with the equally drunk Lili Taylor. 

You just sort of go along with it, not feeling too badly for him since he doesn’t seem all that upset about it himself. Definitely nowhere near as miserably soaked as Ray Milland in Billy Wilder’s 1945 film “The Lost Weekend.” Milland winds up pawning his typewriter for more booze while Dillon’s Bukowski doppelganger just keeps finding cash, skips the typewriter part and writes his DT ramblings down in longhand. He maintains. Booze is part of his process.


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