{"id":831,"date":"2008-12-09T20:49:06","date_gmt":"2008-12-10T04:49:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=831"},"modified":"2008-12-10T08:51:11","modified_gmt":"2008-12-10T16:51:11","slug":"software-in-hollywood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2008\/12\/09\/software-in-hollywood\/","title":{"rendered":"SOFTWARE in Hollywood"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><code>Today\u2019s text is from my memoir-in-progress, <em>Nested Scrolls<\/em>, and many of the photos are from the Los Gatos Christmas parade.<\/code><\/p>\n<p>For the years 1990-2001, my novel <em>Software <\/em>was under option to a series of film companies, ending up at Phoenix Pictures.  Every year someone would renew the option, and I\u2019d get a few thousand more bucks.  It was an exciting run, with dozens of ups and downs, and I went to a bunch of Hollywood meetings.<\/p>\n<p>I took Rudy Jr. down there with me one time, to see Scott Billups, who was for a time slated to direct the film.  Scott kept telling us about a helicopter skiing trip he\u2019d taken, going on and on about the \u201clong lines of powder,\u201d\u009d which seemed like a bad sign. He had a connection with Mike Medavoy, the studio head at Phoenix Pictures.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/lgparbike.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>\u201cMike\u2019s got a new wife, and she\u2019s running him ragged,\u201d\u009d Billups told us.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIs she beautiful?\u201d\u009d I asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhatever she didn\u2019t have, Mike bought her,\u201d\u009d said Billups.<\/p>\n<p>Medavoy wasn\u2019t liking the script that Billups\u2019s writer had come up with, so Phoenix hired the screenwriters from <em>Toy Story<\/em>, and gave them strict instructions not to read my book, but to work only from the existing scripts\u2014there were four prior scripts by now, one of them by my cyberpunk friend John Shirley.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/lgparzucc.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>The fifth script was horrible, and they kept getting worse\u2014soon we were up to version eight.  By now Billups was being edged out, but Medavoy stayed active. I went down for another meeting and everyone was really encouraging.<\/p>\n<p>One of the assistant producers and I went to strip club after that meeting.  Sylvia couldn\u2019t believe it, me in a strip club with my producer.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat a <em>sleaze-bag <\/em>that guy must be!\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Actually, if the truth be told, it was <em>my <\/em>idea to go see the strippers.  It seemed like the right thing to do.  And the club was right next to the airport.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/decbermauve.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>The scripts kept getting worse\u2014we were up to version ten before long.  The film agent I was using then, Steve Freedman, told me that by now Phoenix had spent over a million dollars on test shots and discarded screenplays.  I was alarmed that they\u2019d thrown out so much money on such shit.  But Steve said it was all good.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe million dollars makes Medavoy pregnant.  If he tries to back out, I say, \u201d\u02dcNo, you\u2019re pregnant, you\u2019ve got to make the film.\u2019\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>I had one last meeting with Mike Medavoy.  He finally wanted my advice on how to doctor the script.  They flew me to LA first class, and a limo picked me up at the airport.  Like so many people in LA, the driver was talking about the Business, and she was happy to hear I was going to a script meeting.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/lgparleopard.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>Outside the Phoenix building,  I met Steve Freedman.  He wasn\u2019t a big-time agent by any means.  I\u2019d hired him more or less at random.  He looked more feral and weasel-like than I\u2019d remembered from our earlier meetings.  He was wearing a Mexican wedding shirt with the tail hanging out.  I was wearing black silk pants, black silk sport shirt, black silk jacket and wraparound black shades.  Mr. Cyberpunk.<\/p>\n<p>Steve had been somewhat manic during our recent phone conversations, so I warned him not to be throwing in extra story ideas of his own.  He agreed readily, and claimed that at the end of the meeting he\u2019d corner Medavoy and get us our final deal.<\/p>\n<p>We cooled our heels in a side room for a half hour, chatting with an assistant producer.  Medavoy was stuck in a meeting, running a little late.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/lpgarsuperwoman.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo who\u2019s he meeting with?\u201d\u009d I asked the assistant producer.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cArnold Schwarzenegger.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>The Terminator!  Right here!  Arnold was starring in film called The Sixth Day that Phoenix was to release in a few months.  Soon Arnold walked by with his body guard, coming out of his meeting.  He was short, as the big stars always are.  He glanced over, checking us out.  <\/p>\n<p>And now it was our turn with Mike Medavoy.  It was him, me, Steve, and a couple of assistant producer guys.  One of these two appeared to be wearing foundation makeup and lipstick.  Or maybe he was made of plastic.  My focus was on Medavoy.  He was an Irish-looking guy, in preppy clothes.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/lgparlobster.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>He said he was worried about the project, and that he was embarrassed to have spent over a million dollars.  He longed to hear a decent plot line, clearly broken into three acts.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d been preparing for this.  By now I understood the Hollywood obsession with three acts.  I began pitching my version, talking for five or ten minutes, but I went too slow.<\/p>\n<p>Medavoy interrupted, weary and impatient. \u201cTell me the second act before I have to kill myself.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Flop sweat.  I rushed through the second act, but I only got in a few words about my third act before Medavoy cut me off.  <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHard to make all that work,\u201d\u009d he said, dismissing my ideas.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/mercetrash.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p> And then he told how he envisioned the movie.  A thriller.  Lots of chase scenes.  An epic battle for the spaceport, with American soldiers against robots.  A general and a colonel for the lead characters.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBig base on the Moon,\u201d\u009d continued Medavoy.  \u201cIt\u2019s, I dunno, why not the Octagon?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>I was flabbergasted, horrified, uncomprehending.  \u201cOctagon?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLike the Pentagon where the military is.  I was just there on a tour last week.  They have two war rooms now.  It\u2019s great.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p>I glanced over at Steve Freedman.  He was grinning ear to ear with his head nodding Yes like a plaster dog with its head on a spring. He\u2019d never actually seen Medavoy before.  He was in paradise just sitting at this meeting.  There was no way he was going to corner this studio head and tell him he was pregnant.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/decberyellwall.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>And then Medavoy\u2019s underlings were hustling us out.  Steve and I walked across the street and had lunch in the SONY cafeteria, a couple of Hollywood losers, cheering ourselves up with thick sandwiches and staircase wit.  I started rapping about pumping up the third act with a flying robot mosquito loaded with a mind-virus to sting the President.  I picked up the frilly toothpick from my sandwich and zoomed it around, menacing Steve with it, and he was laughing.  He told me his father had been a Hollywood agent too.<\/p>\n<p> The <em>Software <\/em>project was dead.  A couple of months later, Phoenix Pictures sent the new Schwarzenegger movie, <em>The Sixth Day<\/em>, into the theaters. <\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/lgparwheel.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>This film carries strong echoes of my <em>Ware <\/em>books.  The central idea in <em>The Sixth Day <\/em>is to record someone\u2019s brain software and then to load that personality onto a tank-grown clone of that person.<\/p>\n<p>These happen to be a pair of ideas that appeared, arguably for the very first time, in my novels <em>Software <\/em>and <em>Wetware<\/em>.   It took me some years of thought and effort to come up with these twists.  They hadn\u2019t been obvious or \u201cin the air.\u201d\u009d  But by now cyberpunk was old news, and my books had been kicking around the Phoenix offices for a decade.<\/p>\n<p>The villain in <em>The Sixth Day <\/em>wears horn-rimmed glasses just like mine and is called \u201cDrucker.\u201d\u009d  Might the film-makers have been driven by a Raskolnikov-like compulsion to confess their crime?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, I killed the old woman with an axe!  Yes, I stole Dr. Rucker\u2019s ideas!\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/lgparbeagle.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>So did I sue?  Well, Mom always said it\u2019s tacky to sue.  I\u2019m a writer, not a lawyer.  And, after all, I had picked up a fair amount of money from Hollywood by repeatedly rolling over those option agreements for ten years.  Why bite a hand that might feed me again?<\/p>\n<p>[For still more on this, see my earlier blog entry on <a target=\"blank\" href=\" https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2005\/09\/23\/remembering-isoftware-in-hollywoodi-1990-2001\/\">Remembering Software in Hollywood<\/a>.]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today\u2019s text is from my memoir-in-progress, Nested Scrolls, and many of the photos are from the Los Gatos Christmas parade. For the years 1990-2001, my novel Software was under option to a series of film companies, ending up at Phoenix Pictures. 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