à propos of this entry, and at the same time, of nothing: Sweet and merciful Lord, how I dislike this Foster Kamer character! He's the weekend on-duty boy here, apparently, and I swear to G_d, his postings are the sloppiest on all of Gawker. Factual errors up the wazoo for each damn posting, and cheap, cheap, cheap, lame attempts at humor in heds and ledes. (Note the hideously offensive title of his Iran roundup, "Iran going totally batshit for the second weekend.") Plus, I'll never forget his "Cannes" report of two weeks ago, whereby he got EVERY AND ANY DETAIL wrong. Sorry, Foster, your credibility is shot with me. I feel like I need to google every word you post here to make sure it's not erroneous. And that's exhausting. I don't wish to upset you on a personal level--I am sure you are a kind and decent person in real life-- but your journo persona is obnoxious and toxic. Forgive my honesty.
This project was doomed from the beginning. Moneyball, a great book, doesn't translate to film. It would be easier to adapt the last episode of Ulysses.
@MrInBetween: I actually had "The Repeated Affirmation" set up at Paramount in the eighties, with Sean Young attached as Molly Bloom, but it all fell apart. Too bad--you should've seen what I had planned for "TRA 2: Again She Said Yes."
Don't writers at Variety always do this kind of stuff? Their headline Wall Street Lays An Egg, for example, from October 30 in 1929. They do seem to be getting a tiny bit dumber, though.
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