One Guy in the Hat Killed the Other Guy in the Hat
I felt Owen's murder mystery had great potential. What someone like Scorsese
could have done with it!
Even though he was mortally wounded, the guy in the hat got up....pulled himself up....and staggered...into the...dark night...like a milkman....going out.....on his route!
Simply priceless. One of my favorite parts of the movie. Poor Owen has to write freehand cause momma doesn't let him type. What a bitch.
Licensed to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations.
That scene is a perfect example of how Owen has more potential as a writer
than Larry. At least Owen has a driving passion to write, even if he has to hide
under a bedsheet with a flashlight to do it. Meanwhile, Larry, the "real" writer, is sitting in front of his idle typewriter, Scotch-taping his face.
If Larry really knew about writing, he'd know one of the basic rules of writing a good story: Start with a great opening line. Come on--"The night was
hot"?! That's even lamer than the all-time classic bad opening line: "It was a
dark and stormy night."
Owen's method of hand-scribbling his stories is exactly the way J.K. Rowling
started out. It's only fair that he gets published before Larry. (So does Mr.
Pinskey, who also has passion for his work).
its a comedy movie, tmaj. Stop trying to look for depth in a slapstick comedy movie. Who cares who has more passion or potential for writing. Scotch tape on the face made for a funny gag, as did writing under your covers as a grown man with a flashlight and reading what you write... you cant do the same gag twice, can you?
How much potential as a writer did mr "100 girls id like to pork" have?
"100 Girls" was published because the writer had a good feel for
what the public wanted. And he knew he wasn't a great writer, which is why
he settled for a "coffee-table" book.
It's not just a slapstick comedy. The scene in which Owen tells his story
about his coin collection is very touching, and it shows that he really is
a talented storyteller, by creating a moving story about a handful of coins.
And even Owen's addled old mother can finish this sentence better than can
Billy Crystal's character: "The night was--sultry!"
Someone having a passion to do something doesn't even come close to someone being good at it. I'm sure there are a lot of kids who would like to be in Metallica or quarterback for the Oakland Raiders but can't because they suck badly. But they have a lot of passion, so maybe in some way they should be allowed in. I've read a lot of short stories by wannabe writers who have a lot of passion about "writing" (and by "writing" I mean getting all the accolades and advances from publishers). Their writing is so atrocious, hackneyed, and outrageous that it doesn't deserve to be published, let alone allowed to see the light of day, I don't care how much of it they've "hand-scribbled."
Some nincompoop who can't see the problem with a murder mystery that has only two characters, one of which dies on page two, hardly as any potential as a writer. Give me a break. Larry couldn't write because he had writer's block because his evil wife stole his book, fame, and money.