I selected Michael Chabon’s Gentlemen of the Road from a 3-for-2 pile because of its wonderful cover (see the bottom of this article). That was not enough to secure my purchase, however. I got the cue to do that from a random paragraph. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: June 2008
Indiana Jones and the Lost Script of Darabont
Remember the old gag? The starlet was so dumb she made the mistake of sleeping with the writer.
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull was released to fanfares about a month ago. The adjective ‘long-awaited’ doesn’t do justice to the roads travelled by its creators and its fans. This is not development hell, of course. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy is development hell. But it is a curious form of limbo — and the version of the film that eventually fell to earth is not quite the avatar we were all hoping for.
Frank Darabont spent a year on the project. Darabont, for those who don’t know, is the writer/director of The Shawshank Redemption, The Green Mile, and an underrated picture called The Majestic. Darabont has also written episodes of The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles and is well regarded as a script doctor.
Frank Darabont is not a happy bunny. His script, he claims, was loved by Steven Spielberg…and met with indifference by George Lucas.
George Lucas? Three words: Howard. The. Duck. No, make that six: Caravan. Of. Courage. (Readers should feel free to keep counting with, perhaps, ‘Jar Jar Binks’, ‘Stupidly re-edited scene with Greedo’… then get into the really high numbers with ‘Killing younglings!’.)
Is George Lucas overrated? Does an Ework shit in the Forest of Endor?
Darabont feels that he wasted a year of his movie-writing career on a script that he loved, and, by all accounts, Spielberg loved. (Readers should feel free to hum the Ark Theme from Raiders over my next sentence.) His Fabled Script of Legend was held on George Lucas’s Hard Drive of Doom, afterwhich it feel into the clutches of the Printer of Death…and then vanished.
But not completely. Rumours surfaced two weeks ago that the script had appeared in a series of tubes. And lo! I downloaded it immediately from an obscure French site before George Lucas’s clone army of lawyers could take out the server in a shower of piss-poor CGI.
What we have is a script titled ‘Indiana Jones and the City of the Gods’. It’s billed as a screenplay by Frank Darabont, based on a story by George Lucas, and dated 11th April, 2003. It’s 140 pages. Given the action set pieces, I’d guess that the running time is well over 140 minutes; nearer 2 hours, 30 minutes.
Is it a fake? The script contains a number of typographical errors that, while surprising, don’t necessarily make it phoney baloney with a side order of bullshit. It suggests a mid-to-late draft. I’ll assume it’s genuine.
There is no doubt that this script is much stronger than the final shooting script, and in several respects.
First, there is an (almost) indescribable sheen of quality that seems to be missing in the film. The script is not really B movie material. Sure, it contains the same brief characterisations, the villains, the set-pieces, but they are handled with much greater verve.
Second, Darabont has connected the scenes with a stronger sense of causation. This isn’t easy to do; when a scene is already developing character, entertaining us with one-liners, and pushing towards the next scene/moment, the writer has enough on his plate without making the next bit seem like the only way the story could continue. Darabont achieves this in his draft. In the shooting script, the audience is constantly uncertain of its footing, and one can never be sure what is coming next, or why. Where Darabont makes the story proceed with elegance, the shooting script proceeds haphazardly
One example of this dislocation is the manner in which Indy arrives at a nuclear test site. In the shooting script, Indy stumbles upon this test site following his escape from the Russians. There is a palpable sense of incongruity that is only saved by the acutely atmospheric rendering of the deserted town and Indy’s (i.e. Harrison Ford’s) reaction to it. In Darabont’s script, Indy has been taken to this test site quite deliberately by his Russian captors (two henchman who don’t know the full story). It’s a subtle change, but it makes a connection. Sure, it’s an outrageous connection, but it has power: How to get rid of Indiana Jones? A nuclear bomb should do it. Plus, Darabont works comedy into the tension by having Indy briefly join forces with the hapless Russian henchmen. It’s classic Indiana Jones; it’ll never be made.
Some sequences exist in the shooting script that do not exist Darabont’s draft. In the latter, the warehouse is more like a workshop, and does not contain the Ark of the Covenant. No alien autopsy is performed. For Darabont, this sequence is motivated by the Russian’s desire to steal a nuclear warhead, and it is considerably the better for it. Not only does this McGuffin avoid the clunky elements in the shooting script, it foreshadows the nuclear testing scene. Why else would there be a nuclear detonation so close to a top-secret warehouse protecting unique objects?
Ray Winstone’s character is not present in the Darabont draft. Again, I think this is an improvement. Winstone is replaced (more or less) by a Russian agent called Yuri, who somewhat combines the role played by Winstone and that played by Cate Blanchett. It has to be said, though, that Blanchett’s character and performance represent an improvement over Yuri, who is somewhat forgettable. Likewise, Darabont has no Mutt; but he does have Henry Jones, Sr. The lack of Mutt is an improvement overall, I’d argue, notwithstanding Shia Labeouf’s excellent performance. And Darabont’s rendering of Henry jones, Sr marks him as an ineffectual addition.
Other differences aside, it is the concentration on the relationship between Indy and Marion Ravenwood that really sets the draft script apart. The film had Marion play a minor, almost cameo role
One last thing to mention is the greater sense of complexity in the world of post-war America. This will come as little surprise for those who’ve seen The Majestic or Shawshank, but Darabont is big on heroes for whom the ‘win’ at the end of the film — its message — is the realisation that those who keep and protect their core values are the greater. Darabont turns up the volume on this aspect by having Indy fired for his involvement in the nuclear test, not just given a holiday. Red paranoia is everywhere. For Darabont, there is no Jim from Neighbours to breeze in and sort shit out. Indy is outcast from the country he has served so courageously. But he retains what he thinks are the values of that country and holds them to his heart. This is why he survives the attention of the crystal skull at the close of the movie. This is why Darabont’s Indiana Jones and the City of the Gods is better.
Kevin, roll VT.
Page 123
Paul Raven, over at the Velcro City Tourist Board, has tagged me with a meme. Here’s what the meme, which originates here, tells me to do:
“To participate, you grab any book, go to page 123, find the fifth sentence, and blog it. Then tag five people.”
So, here goes. This is the fifth sentence of page 123 from a book grabbed at random from my bookshelf:
He asked us where we were going.
This is taken from Eric Newby’s A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush, which is a lovely, life-affirming travel book that scared the hell out of me with all its talk of heights.
I’m going to tag: Debra Hamel, Roland Hulme, Petrona, Roger Morris, and Scott Pack.
I can’t resist seeing what’s on magic page 123 of my own novel. Here it is:
It killed Shimoda outright.
Flash Fiction: Cat
This week’s flash fiction must be in text form and quite brief, I’m afraid. The podcast takes a while to do and I’d like to concentrate on the current novel. If you’re subscribed to the podcast, then (i) why not let me know? and (ii) don’t worry, the hiatus should be brief.
This week’s flash, called ‘Cat’, inspired by my adopted gerbil:
The kitchen sink has not been cleaned, though the dishes are regimented: dripping, the rank and file wait on a plastic slope. The bin is full. Newer items of rubbish have been placed next to it with a curious sense of the neat. A left shoe is on the doormat. It was not delivered. Toe-nail clippings season the lid of the downstairs loo. There is a science fiction magazine — Interzone — open on the lowest riser of the stairs. A cat, Mandy, stops on the Interzone to wash her face. She has not been fed but she has so far maintained her indifference. She can keep herself neat too. There is a cooling body in the living room, lacking a left shoe. Mandy settles on the chest for a second night. She might see something in the shadows as they stretch and darken. She might not.
Lists and the creative process
I once read that, before sitting down to write The Stand
That sentence was:
Randall Flagg is a dark man.
If that sentence doesn’t conjure an entire world in your head, it sounds as though you’ve haven’t read The Stand. The only thing to do is pootle off and read it.
Via Roger’s Plog, I’ve just come across a list by Rachel King, author of the Sound of Butterflies, in which she places all those items that she needs to ‘fall through the hole in the paper’.
I thought it might be interesting to come up with a list of the things that somewhat describe the ‘feel’ of my novel. Desert Island Objects, if you will, with the desert island being the novel itself.
- Soselo’s poem about the moon
- The Amber Room
- John Wayne walking off at the end of The Searchers
- Horner’s Enemy at the Gates soundtrack
- Memories of a tour around a concentration camp in east Germany
- The Julian Calendar; does anyone else find it creepy that other places have other dates?
- My sketches of Joseph Stalin as a young man
- Powell’s soundtrack for The Bourne Supremacy
- Anna Karenina
Oh, and the synopsis.
UPDATE: Roger’s list is in the comments of Rachel’s article, a couple of other lists too…
An Office Gerbil to Keep Tabs on Me
The question is, what shall I call the little blighter? Unfortunately, she’s a she, which puts paid to ‘Boswell’, ‘Biggles’ and ‘Napoleon’. Any ideas?
The Graveyard
It’s a computer game, but it will take you only minutes to complete. It contains no hero and no villain. There are no points to win. The paid version of the software differs from the trial in one respect: the main character may die.
Interested?
Minutes ago, my girlfriend and I were searching on the web for a game that she would enjoy (something like Monkey Island). Via Apple’s software page, we found a link to Tale of Tales. The description for the game ‘The Graveyard’ reads:
The Graveyard is a very short computer game designed by Auriea Harvey and Michaël Samyn. You play an old lady who visits a graveyard. You walk around, sit on a bench and listen to a song.
I downloaded it immediately. We played the game once. I’m reminded, quite suddenly, of what a computer can do for art. More power to them.

Better the Devil You Know
I did something last week that I seldom do. I walked into the Canterbury branch of Waterstone’s