Last night at The Well in Hollywood, I arrived at my barstool a minute before a fellow arrived nearby. He tried to jump in before me when the bartender came around but she had seen me. The guy was tall, dark and foreign, he had an accent and it would soon be revealed that he was from India. He ordered a double Black Label "with a seperate soda". He took a big gulp out of the soda then dumped his scotch into the tall glass.
He was soon joined by an older guy, some kind of agent, and they started in on the schmooz. I heard the words, "Hollywood meets Bollywood". The agent was then telling the guy where to go near his hotel to drink and pick up chicks. Ironically, BIRD'S was mentioned.
The visiting Bolly-Holly Wannabe, after sucking back his concoction and ordering another, said to the agent, "I don't drink in India." The agent replied, "Yeah, they don't drink much in India." The Bollian said, "If I drink in India, I have to be drunk." "Here's to that," the agent said, raising his glass and I supposed, humoring him.
Then DJ showed up and sat between us so I could no longer hear the bits and pieces, though I briefed him while we ordered food. In a few minutes DJ relayed that the Visitor was going to be remaking, word for word, FEAR & LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS - in India. Huh. I said, "No wonder Hunter killed himself." DJ corrected me, cuz I guess I was hearing what I wanted to hear and he told me, "No, not Fear & Loathing - LEAVING LAS VEGAS." Okay. In India.
So, I guess he's here practicing drinking while he makes this ludicrous deal....
At any given moment in this town, another deal is being made - or at least talked about - and egos are being pumped and people are feeling really powerful and there are a thousand GOOD and original scripts sitting in shitty apartments that no one will ever see. Here's to that.