Стивен Прессфилд (Steven Pressfield) о своем опыте Эпик Фейла на фильме "Кинг Конг Жив" (1986)
С трудом продираюсь сквозь прослушивание 2х часовой аудиоверсии мотивационной книги Стивена Прессфилда (Steven Pressfield) "The War of Art (Война искусства)" (2002-2012)
В общем, отзывы 1-2 звезды на Амазоне очень близки к правде... В основном напрягает всезнайский пафос подачи материала, религиозный "душок" и patronizing стиль на фактическом размазывании соплей по пустому месту...
Например, Гитлер, по зявлению автора, вероятнее всего начал WW2 только лишь по причине того, что у него не заладилось с преодолением "сопротивления (resistance)" чтобы начать настоящую карьеру художника... и т.д.
https://stevenpressfield.com/books/the-war-of-art/
https://blackirishbooks.com/product/the-war-of-art/
https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Прессфилд,_Стивен
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_War_of_Art_(book)
https://www.amazon.com/War-Art-Steven-Pressfield-ebook/dp/B007A4SDCG
Тем не менее, на один интересный момент я все-же наткнулся, когда автор бегло рассказывает о своем первом проф-сценарном опыте на фильме "Кинг-Конг Жив" 1986 года который оказался "эпическим фейлом"
https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Кинг-Конг_жив
"The first professional writing job I ever had, after seventeen years of trying, was on a movie called King Kong Lives. I and my partner-at-the-time, Ron Shusett (a brilliant writer and producer who also did Alien and Total Recall) hammered out the screenplay for Dino DeLaurentiis. We loved it; we were sure we had a hit. Even after we’d seen the finished film, we were certain it was a blockbuster. We invited everyone we knew to the premiere, even rented out the joint next door for a post-triumph blowout. Get there early, we warned our friends, the place’ll be mobbed.
Nobody showed. There was only one guy in line beside our guests and he was muttering something about spare change. In the theater, our friends endured the movie in mute stupefaction. When the lights came up, they fled like cockroaches into the night.
Next day came the review in Variety: “. . . Ronald Shusett and Steven Pressfield; we hope these are not their real names, for their parents’ sake.” When the first week’s grosses came in, the flick barely registered. Still I clung to hope. Maybe it’s only tanking in urban areas, maybe it’s playing better in the burbs. I motored to an Edge City multiplex. A youth manned the popcorn booth. “How’s King Kong Lives?” I asked. He flashed thumbs-down. “Miss it, man. It sucks.”
I was crushed. Here I was, forty-two years old, divorced, childless, having given up all normal human pursuits to chase the dream of being a writer; now I’ve finally got my name on a big-time Hollywood production starring Linda Hamilton, and what happens? I’m a loser, a phony; my life is worthless, and so am I.
My friend Tony Keppelman snapped me out of it by asking if I was gonna quit. Hell, no! “Then be happy. You’re where you wanted to be, aren’t you? So you’re taking a few blows. That’s the price for being in the arena and not on the sidelines. Stop complaining and be grateful.”
That was when I realized I had become a pro. I had not yet had a success. But I had had a real failure."
см.также https://forisma.livejournal.com/720765.html