26.3.10

Casting Call: Dave

This is a continuation of my series of blogs to cast the characters in the 80s novel, Three Daves. This blog is spoiler-free.

Oh Dave, the beautiful bad boy.  Lots of guys are good-looking, but Dave has that certain je ne sais quoi that girls find irresistible.  Sure, he's got that casual disarray of dirty blond spikes, and brilliant green eyes, and full lips that twist up into a killer smile, but it's not really about how he looks; it's more about how he makes Jen's insides flip upside down with the slightest gesture.  Here are some of my favorite quotes about Dave: 

He seemed to understand that a full-on smile would have been too much for any human girl to handle.


Jen was totally out of her league with this guy. He made her nervous, and he seemed to be enjoying that fact. She knew she should simply return his confident stare, but she wasn’t nearly advanced enough for that level of flirtation.

What was this strange power of his that made her feel and act like such a complete idiot whenever he smiled at her?

So which two actors do I think have that same power...


My 80s choice...



I was going to go with Rob Lowe because he's got the right coloring and he certainly is beautiful, but I don't know...he's a little too pretty boy. I don't think he could pull off the cigarette.  But I still love you, Rob.  Maybe next movie.





...Matt Dillon
Matt Dillon, on the other hand, now there's a guy who knows how to treat a cigarette.  And he's got those Dave lips, too. This is him smokin' in every way possible in 1989's Drugstore Cowboy.

Yes, I realize his deep brown eyes don't mesh with Dave's sparkling green, but he's got the je ne sais quoi to make up for it. 


And let's not forget the low rumble of Dillon's voice---he's already got the Dave growl down. 

Still not convinced?  Well then, check this out:


He looked so good leaning there that Jen felt certain the wall had been built for no purpose other than to give him a place to recline so attractively.


Hullo, Dave.








My 2010 Choice:  Chad Michael Murray
 
I think this photo speaks very well for itself.  Chad's pretty much got it all: coloring (yes, I'm kind of starting to feel like a judge in a dog show), looks, body, bad-boy 'tude.  I really only know him from Freaky Friday, but the lasting impression he made there is definitely Dave-worthy.  Whaddaya think?

I would like to take this opportunity to thank Kallie, my buddy and Omnific colleague, for giving me the delicious idea to cast the Three Daves movie here in my blog. What a marvelous excuse to ogle, I mean analyze, fine young actors.  We will be getting to the females, but we've got one more Dave first, don't we...ah, it's a dirty job, but someone's got to to it. ;)


19.3.10

Casting Call: David

So, last blog I complained about an 80s-themed movie that looked like garbage. That got me thinking about what kind of 80s movie I'd like to see. *insert sly grin*  So, here's my idea:



That got me thinking about who would play who. Fun, huh? So I'm going to do a series of blogs to cast each of the characters from Three Daves.  And since the entire story takes place in the 80s, it only seems fair to pick an actor from the 80s as well as one from today.  Let's start with the Daves, shall we?  We'll take them in the order in which they appear in the story, so first up---David.  (The following casting call is spoiler-free.)

Here's some excerpts about David, our sensitive loner:    


His dark brown hair ... was rumpled, and his expression somewhat glum. Of course, this expression was fairly natural for David. His deep brown, cow-like eyes and his soft-looking pink lips, which curved slightly downward at the corners when he wasn’t deliberately smiling, were always rather melancholy looking.

Jen looked at him, trying not to smile, and was caught off guard by the uncharacteristically impish grin that played all the way into his eyes, giving them a sudden brilliance, even under the dark blanket.


Ahh David. So glum, but so dreamy. A gentle heartthrob, if you will.  He's all right enough to look at, but the attraction grows the more you get to know him, so to play David, I prefer a more average-looking bloke with the potential to have a lot going on beneath the surface. 

My 1980s choice: Matthew Broderick!


 That's right, Ferris Beuller. Minus the cocky attitude.  Just look at him.

 <--- Sullen and serious one moment... 

...smiling and adorable the next ---->


 




And if you're worried that Broderick is just a little too  clean cut to pull off David's rumpled, alternative look, check out scruffy Matt.  Still sensitive, still gentle, still absolutely David.   





 My choice for 2010 David: Jim Sturgess

Ooh-la-la.  This is one instance where I'm slightly more excited for the 2010 version, because this guy is David.  


You may know him as the genius card counter from MIT in 21 or as George Boleyn in The Other Boleyn Girl.  And it looks like he's got plenty in the hopper, so we may be seeing a lot more of him.  Let's hope.   

There is something very unassuming, yet intriguing about Jim Sturgess.  Who could blame our heroine for looking at him and unwittingly wondering ...what if?  Not I.




So what do you think?  Did I do good?  Any other potential Davids out there?

14.3.10

John Cusack, You Broke My Heart

Imagine my excitement when, while I waited for Sherlock Holmes to start, a preview came on for a movie that takes place in 1986.  Not only does my novel begin in that very year, but the movie stars John Cusack!  We're talking about Walter 'Gib' Gibson here.  You know, from The Sure Thing (1985).  Gib was my first unattainable crush; I named a Teddy Bear after him and everything.  So I happily crunched my popcorn and bounced in my seat at the very prospect of seeing my Giblet back in the 80s.  

Imagine my dismay as the preview played on.  The kitschy retro beginning caused me to willing overlook the weak opening scene with the four guys spending a lame night in.  And I even chuckled a bit at the thought of a hot tub time machine---hey, it was funny the way Craig Robinson looked directly into the camera after he said it---but as a steady stream of inanity spewed forth, my heart dropped, and all hope drained from me when Rod Corddry uttered, "Twitagra."

Why John Cusack, why?  Do you even look at the scripts before you accept a role?  I know this might seem a bit prejudgmental since the movie hasn't even been released yet, but one can presume that the studio puts forth the best pieces of the film in the preview, right?  Am I right?  Well, here's what I saw:

* The standard over-the-top obnoxious guy, who in the real world would have no friends at all but is included here as the device for delivering all the funny lines, which in this case, aren't funny at all.

* The standard friend who freaks out about everything.  Mildly funny.

* The standard nerdy friend. Not funny.

* The standard piece-of-poop friend (Cusack), who exhibits very few personality traits but somehow is supposed to be the one we relate to. Not funny, not endearing, not anything.

* Poor use of Chevy Chase.  All he does is look old and giggle.

At one point one of the characters runs into his mother in the past, and she appears to be a trollop.  I would have found this amusing had it not already been done---and so much better---in Back to the Future.  Too bad this mess didn't take more cues from that classic time travel film, like interesting characters, an ounce of intelligence, or clever and subtle digs at cultural differences.


Instead of "Well, that is your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear" and "Hey Biff, get a load of this guy's life preserver," we get unoriginal and tasteless comments like "What color is Michael Jackson?" and missed opportunities, like a flat response of "I have no idea what you're saying" to the question "Are you on-line at all?" No one saw any potential for a comical misunderstanding there?  Go-go 80s...lines of a certain white powdery substance...no?


But they saved the worst for last.  At the end of the preview it's revealed that the movie is, in fact, actually titled...Hot Tub Time Machine. That's just not funny anymore. And so, John Cusack, it's officially over between us.  I'm done making excuses for your poor choices.   

 I'm just sayin'



6.3.10

Should I Have Faded to Black?

My mother read the sexy chapters in my book.  She is less than happy.

I s'pose I could end this particular blog right there; I mean, it's no big shock that a mother would have trouble with her daughter writing such a thing, right?  But what really bothers me about it is that those few chapters seem to have skewed her overall view of the story.  The message that I hoped to convey has been lost amidst her shock and horror at the admittedly graphic depictions.

But it isn't only my mother's reactions that have me bothered. Most readers don't seem to mind those particular chapters one little bit, far from it, and yet I've become concerned that what they'll remember most when it's all said and done is the sex rather than the themes from the book that were my driving force to write it in the first place.

And so I have to ask: was I wrong to include such descriptive scenes?  Should I have faded to black?  Did I sabotage my own message by distracting readers with sex?

To be fair, the overriding theme of  "Three Daves" is sex.  But not necessarily the carnal act of it, more like when to have it, when not to have it, who to have it with, who not to have it with, and what are the emotional repercussion of having it?  Those are the kinds of things I hope readers will think about.  But I guess if I'm being honest with myself, I didn't need to inform the readers of whether or not Jen swallowed to tell those parts of the story. So why did I do it? 

Because another goal of mine was to keep "Three Daves" feeling real.  And in reality, sexual intimacy doesn't fade to black.  Neither does eating a meal, you may argue, nor attending an economics class, and I certainly didn't bore my readers with those details. But the story isn't about fine cuisine or university studies.  It's about sex, and so I need the reader to feel it, to understand the emotions and thoughts that pass through the characters when they are having it.  I need them to see it as more than just a kiss or a caress.  I want the experience engraved on their consciousness so they realize that it isn't something easily forgotten when the lights flick back on.  It's real.

This story is also about relationships.  And sexual intimacy leaves marks on a relationship, sometimes good, sometimes bad.  I want readers to know what the characters said to each other just before, during, and right after. I want them to see which guy kisses her forehead and which one pulls on his boxers and promptly falls asleep.  I couldn't depict the whole relationships without depicting those intimate moments that show the very different dynamic between Jen and each of the three Daves.     
 

So that's why I did it, and now you can feel good about yourselves for enjoying those particular scenes so much. ;) 


I'm just sayin'