Dear Holly, Okay, you lazy bitch, I'm getting tired of this fuckaround
that you're doing with The Rum Diary.
We are not even spinning our wheels aggressively. It's like the whole
Project got turned over to Zombies who live in cardboard boxes under the
Hollywood Freeway... I seem to be the only person who's doing anything
about getting this movie Made. I have rounded up Depp, Benecio del
Toro, Brad Pitt, Nick Nolte & a fine screenwriter from England named
Michael Thomas, who is a very smart boy & so far been a pleasure to talk to &
So there's yr. fucking Script & all you have to do now is act like a
Professional & Pay him. What the hell do you think Making a Movie is all
about? Nobody needs to hear any more of that Gibberish about yr. New
Mercedes & yr. Ski Trips and how Hopelessly Broke the Shooting Gallery
is... If you're that fucking Poor you should get out of the Movie
Business. It is no place for Amateurs & Dilettantes who don't want to do
anything but "take lunch" & Waste serious people's Time.
Fuck this. We have a good writer, we have the main parts cast & we have
a very marketable movie that will not even be Hard to make...
And all you are is a goddamn Bystander, making stupid suggestions &
jabbering now & then like some half-bright Kid with No Money & No Energy &
no focus except on yr. own tits... I'm sick of hearing about Cuba &
Japs & yr. Yo-yo partners who want to change the story because the
violence makes them feel Quesy.
Shit on them. I'd much rather deal with a Live asshole than a Dead worm
with No Light in his Eyes...If you people don't want to Do Anything
with this movie, just cough up the Option & I'll talk to somebody else.
The only thing You're going to get by quitting & curling up in a Fetal
position is relentless Grief and Embarassment. And the one thing you
won't have is Fun.
If you don't Do Something QUICK you're going to Destroy a very good
Idea. I'm in a mood to chop yr. fucking hands off.