"I've seen some real bah-humbug paranoia in my time but Stone was on another level. The year was 1996, the place was Arizona. I was filming U-Turn with aging maverick director Oliver Stone, grizzly adams motherfucker Nick Nolte and hot as balls actress - at least at the time - Jennifer Lopez.
Maybe it was the heat, or it could have been the isolation from the rest of the world out there in the scorching desert, but Oliver Stone started flipping out bigtime. At first I thought he was back on the disco dandruff, but no ... it was much worse than that.
He somehow became convinced that Christmas was a celebration of all that is perverse and evil. The idea consumed him. Ollie would stomp around the shoot, grabbing extras and shouting at them about the holiday's pagan beginnings ... at other times I would catch him mumbling incoherently to himself about 'Babylon' like some clapped out Rastafarian you might see on the London Underground at 2 in the morning.
When Stone burst into Billy Bob Thornton's trailer one night, naked as the day he was born, and started screaming that "Santa is the same thing as Satan", jizzum hanging off the end of his member like drool from a Great Dane's choppers, I knew I had to step in.
I took Oliver to one side and told him that like many things in this world, the origins of Christmas are complex and varied. I pointed out that the Romans had celebrated a Winter Solstice long before the birth of Christ. Meanwhile, the northern Europeans - in between bouts of clog making and reindeer fucking - celebrated Yule in honor of the sun ... hence, Yuletide.
The point I was making is that the murky origins of something don't have to dictate it's relevance to the modern age. Like gold chain enthusiast and metaphorical murderer Rakim once famously said: it ain't where you're from it's where you at.
Thankfully, Stone took my advice and chilled the fuck out about Christmas. I even heard that he later dressed up as Kris Kringle on the shoot of Any Given Sunday, handing out sweets and treats to cast members LL Cool J, Dennis Quaid and Jamie Foxx. It truly is the season for miracles."
Maybe it was the heat, or it could have been the isolation from the rest of the world out there in the scorching desert, but Oliver Stone started flipping out bigtime. At first I thought he was back on the disco dandruff, but no ... it was much worse than that.
He somehow became convinced that Christmas was a celebration of all that is perverse and evil. The idea consumed him. Ollie would stomp around the shoot, grabbing extras and shouting at them about the holiday's pagan beginnings ... at other times I would catch him mumbling incoherently to himself about 'Babylon' like some clapped out Rastafarian you might see on the London Underground at 2 in the morning.
When Stone burst into Billy Bob Thornton's trailer one night, naked as the day he was born, and started screaming that "Santa is the same thing as Satan", jizzum hanging off the end of his member like drool from a Great Dane's choppers, I knew I had to step in.
I took Oliver to one side and told him that like many things in this world, the origins of Christmas are complex and varied. I pointed out that the Romans had celebrated a Winter Solstice long before the birth of Christ. Meanwhile, the northern Europeans - in between bouts of clog making and reindeer fucking - celebrated Yule in honor of the sun ... hence, Yuletide.
The point I was making is that the murky origins of something don't have to dictate it's relevance to the modern age. Like gold chain enthusiast and metaphorical murderer Rakim once famously said: it ain't where you're from it's where you at.
Thankfully, Stone took my advice and chilled the fuck out about Christmas. I even heard that he later dressed up as Kris Kringle on the shoot of Any Given Sunday, handing out sweets and treats to cast members LL Cool J, Dennis Quaid and Jamie Foxx. It truly is the season for miracles."
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