This is basically it — the fiction about my father coming out of these crazy 4 years. I’m not sure about the title, but that’s the sentiment. Get a narrator à la Royal Tenenbaums… and get ready “to fly…” chuckling. Anyway, this one is so clear to me, even if I don’t know what it’s about exactly…I don’t know the actual steps of the story, but it’s a conversion story, more or less. Where someone later on in life, let’s say, gets another shot. Just the doctor telling Nick to rise to occasion and then, he takes me to the driving range. “We’re going to be the best of friends…” I could, even, become a great golfer, shaking Tiger Wood’s hand, anything in possible in a film like that. Fantasy sequences. I woke up laughing this morning.
I had the best dream. I was living in a nice apartment practically in the SOHO House, cracking up, like I had back door…access. With Kim Rosen. I had a dog. I had lawyers. This was fantastic. I woke up so enthused. I just wanted to save this universal theme for Nicholas J Mocerino. Man, I could probably put this together pretty fast, actually. We’ll see. This is the one I’m most excited about. Just me yelling at him at 4 — “You cannot kill Galileo! Galileo!” It was clear to me. Flipping out. Him trying to explain “the tiniest minutia…” I’m going to spend some time with my bible, speed through Once Upon a Time on Miracle Mile. Then, I’ll see if I can throw something together for this. It’s pretty straight forward, though again, maybe it all takes place with the two of us traveling, I don’t know this part, because I also saw these two character moving to Hollywood, starting over, and she wants to be an actress, and he ends up getting noticed. Then seeing Nick at the end of this…some kind of healing. He’s not the same man.
I woke up thinking about Dr. J, like it’s totally fine to be eccentric, strange, even, I don’t know. Wear outrageously chic clothing, I don’t know, like that pianist does — sequins, the whole thing. Be an anomaly. I didn’t see any issue with it. But it drove me NUTS, so maybe Nick can go NUTS, that she couldn’t just get herself some basic help. I suppose the same goes for my real father, because not telling anyone he has an illness was insane — I mean, I suppose he couldn’t but Jesus Christ.
But in any case, even if Nick is strange, he finds some kind of asymmetrical freedom in cool sunglasses as an actor… cracking up at him…because he figures it out. He in a sense becomes a good guy. He’s the one who comes to discover that life might be a little different than he thought, and I guess he thought it. I’m not sure if the Parkinson’s or Alzheimer’s is even necessary… but I’m not juggling this guy’s through line yet, I just like this one.
Anyway, it’s just universal themed, you see? We’re in space, my father telling me this, “we’re IN space…” he never understood that. “Wow is right,” he meant it. Sort of sounding like Tiger “it’s greeeeat!” What cereal is that? He could sound like that.
I feel better about Once Upon a Time on Miracle Mile…I’m going to speed through the bible this morning before work. But this is the cover for the movie about my father…the lawyer in my dream told me…he liked this one. This was his choice.