BUCKY FUCKING DENT THE MOVIE and a Little Duchovniac Secret
Tuesday October 17, 2017 10am Vancouver time. 1pm New York time.
One hour into my flight, listening to Bucky Fucking Dent via audible books. The sound of David Duchovny’s voice enhances the story.
I struggle to stay focused. Every few seconds a beverage cart or passenger in full pee pee walk bumps the elbow.
I hear the chapter when Marty is trying to suck the demons out of young Ted. In my mind I am casting the movie. Danny Boyle and Alex Karas? Odd pairing but I see/hear them in the characters.
My mind wanders to a truth I have shared with few. We have gathered a subset of diehard X-Files fans, with a few diehard Californication fans, with a few that love all the name sake of this blog kicks out. I like the movie DIEHARD. Now a few of us are jet setting around the world to hear this guy sing?
What I really want, more than anything, is BUCKY FUCKING DENT The Movie.
I have known this project to be in the works for weeks but I was told by a little birdie (or puppy, was it not Brick) that the cat is out of the bag.
My wife keeps telling me I could play Ted. He’s overweight. I’m a bit beyond ‘Hollywood fat’ right now and into second banana range so I would never even ask for an audition. Perhaps for the avant garde live action of Holy Cow, I could play Shalom. I am losing weight for the 50 hours of air travel round trip to Australia in February, so maybe…
My mind wanders further.
Is David Duchovny the first to have ACTOR as his day job while pursuing his art?
While music is his passion project, to me, becoming a writer/director seems to be his true calling.
We only have a few gems to base this statement, but how many out there consider The UNNATURAL one of the best X-Files episodes ever? (Not just for the Mulder / Scully shippy moments at the end.)
To top that here is my little secret. HOUSE OF D is one of my favorite movies of all time. HOUSE OF D is when I became a Duchovniac. (Holy crap I am tearing up editing this blog now – through consciousness side bar notes as editor a first? WTF)
In truth a diehard X-Files fan, I was never a Phile. As a diehard Star Wars and Star Trek fan I was never truly a fanboy or trekkie. I mean I never gave a crap about fandom activities, stars outside of their projects, comic cons, meet & greets, etc.
I respect the craft and finished product and have no desire to know artists as anything but real people should I be so lucky to meet and befriend. I certainly had no desire to create false realities or fantasies about what artists might really be like. Perhaps as an artist I respect the veil of reality and performance more than most. I DETEST online gossip about artists, other fans etc. Most of you have heard or read my thoughts on these abhorrent activities.
That whole world to me destroys movie magic. I can still enjoy a Tom Cruise movie by not thinking about his nutty links to Scientology. (Travolta affected reality acting makes it harder outside of musical projects.) I can still palate Mel Gibson and others. I can even sit through an old episode of Cosby until the first commercial. And if we were to boycott every project Harvey Weinstein or a certain Trump cabinet member, my video library would be near empty.
THAT BEING SAID….
HOUSE OF D is the first time I met David. My wife had attended a few screenings of the movie at Sony Lincoln Center. Laurice was there for a Q&A I believe. I happened to tag along one of the times David was allowing photos and signatures after. I offered David a couple tickets to our Comedy Show. They have yet to be redeemed, but I don’t take it personally. They expired years ago but we would still honor them this weekend. Or next… Or…. I digress…
Meeting David was special. He was incredibly humbled that folks came to see his movie. As with the music now, most were there as X-Files fans first.
This was the day I became a Duchovniac, even though the term was not coined until 2015, and in many ways, I just recently realize this fact fully.
HOUSE OF D is very stirring in a very simplistic way. If you know anything about acting, directing and producing, apparent simple qualities take a huge amount of thought and preparation. Minimalistic theater requires far more from the performing artist to tell the story. Broad stokes paint a clearer picture but subtle complexities take craft. There is nothing simple about appearing simple on stage or screen.
Narrating the opening sequence brings X-Files fans into a familiar world of hearing David’s voice launch a story.
Telling the story through the eyes of two children –a young teen (Anton Chechin) and the child-like mentally challenged friend (Robin Williams)– allows us to enter the world of downtown Manhattan the way we enter the underwater world of Little Mermaid. We relax our minds. Seeing preteens giggle and playing stick ball and making fun of their French teacher and fearing the priest’s wrath and various forms of interaction with girls all lower our guards.
HOUSE OF D has the sweetest on camera scene between a convicted woman and a teen learning to dance. All the scenes between Erica and Anton are riveting. Levels of slowly fading nuanced sweetness with growing despair as each scene progresses. These scenes pit a boy who is relatively naïve – despite dealing with the loss of a father and the failing health of his mother – against a woman who perhaps has seen more than any human should have to endure at any age. Is she a hooker, drug addict and murderer? There is so much going on that is not said or shown. If you have ever studied circumstances as an actor (Stanislovsky and most of the NY schools in realism) you can only imagine all the back story not in the script. SUBTEXT!!!
As the story reveals more of the darkness these children’s lives the walls are down. Consequently, the tears flow. When the mother, so amazing underplayed (as brash New Yorkers go) by Tea Leoni, drops her hand limp, the heart fully drops from the chest.
As the flip book story suggests the movie comes full circle, with David playing the grown-up Anton, now with wife and child of his own. All worked out. We can survive tragedy. We can find hope in the worst loss. We can find love out of the darkest places.
Of course, now, thinking of this movie brings additional tears thinking of Anton and Robin PAP ASSS!!!
That is the best part of any quality artistic creation. Time and Circumstance change how we approach the work. Ah, Circumstance (Is my pseudo-method-actor-self sneaking into this blog too much?)
I know many of you have as well. I hope that someone besides Philes that have already seen HOUSE OD D reads this blog and gives the movie a shot. If for nothing else you are missing a very special Robin Williams performance.
I have been waiting for another “written and directed by David Duchovny” film or TV project for 10 years now. Ever since I was told – and sworn to secrecy – about this next big project, I have been a kid on Christmas morning.
We are beyond hope now and into eager anticipation mode. You read my blog about your music in 2015. I hope you get a chance to read this.
HOUSE OF D was the spiritual beginning of the Duchovniacs. Please give us more. Your style is so sweet and endearing without pulling punches on the drama. A modern Elia Kazan and Arthur Miller in one with less a tad less ire. Your characters’ spines have less hate for this world but they are no less real. Perhaps more so.
Two hours into our flight home to New York. Just passed Leech Lake (19km SW of us now) according to map. Back to BUCKING FUCKING DENT on tape.
BUCKY FUCKING DENT THE MOVIE and a Little Duchovniac Secret