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( "He was an American; he wanted to be supreme but ordinary, a tycoon and a regular guy, an author and a reader."

- Suspects, by David Thomson )

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06/26/2012 03:22:02


INTERVIEWERDid you ever feel disappointed with your results, that the picture you had imagined or even written hadn’t turned out?
BILLY WILDERSure, I’ve made blunders, for God’s sake. Sometimes you lay an egg, and people will say, It was too early. Audiences weren’t ready for it. Bullshit. If it’s good, it’s good. If it’s bad, it’s bad.
The tragedy of the picture maker, as opposed to the playwright, is that for the playwright the play debuts in Bedford, Massachusetts, and then you take it to Pittsburgh. If it stinks you bury it. If you examine the credits of Moss Hart or George Kaufman, no one ever brings up the play that bombed in the provinces and was buried after four shows.
With a picture that doesn’t work, no matter how stupid and how bad, they’re still going to try to squeeze every single penny out of it. You go home one night and turn on the TV and suddenly, there on television, staring back at you, on prime time, that lousy picture, that thing, is back! We don’t bury our dead; we keep them around smelling badly.
INTERVIEWERIs there one you have in mind?
BILLY WILDERDon’t make me. I may lose my breakfast.
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INTERVIEWER
Did you ever feel disappointed with your results, that the picture you had imagined or even written hadn’t turned out?

BILLY WILDER
Sure, I’ve made blunders, for God’s sake. Sometimes you lay an egg, and people will say, It was too early. Audiences weren’t ready for it. Bullshit. If it’s good, it’s good. If it’s bad, it’s bad.

The tragedy of the picture maker, as opposed to the playwright, is that for the playwright the play debuts in Bedford, Massachusetts, and then you take it to Pittsburgh. If it stinks you bury it. If you examine the credits of Moss Hart or George Kaufman, no one ever brings up the play that bombed in the provinces and was buried after four shows.

With a picture that doesn’t work, no matter how stupid and how bad, they’re still going to try to squeeze every single penny out of it. You go home one night and turn on the TV and suddenly, there on television, staring back at you, on prime time, that lousy picture, that thing, is back! We don’t bury our dead; we keep them around smelling badly.

INTERVIEWER
Is there one you have in mind?

BILLY WILDER
Don’t make me. I may lose my breakfast.

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(Source: oldfilmsflicker)

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