Well, the day is finally coming -- The film of On The Road is arriving in Palo Alto on Friday.
By now, I've resigned myself to the fact that the whole thing has been
botched. In two days, I'll be able to talk about it (well, if I can
stand to).
That's something. So far, I've spent most of a year
wondering why it was being released the way it was: At Cannes, then
everywhere else but the U.S. Then in
LA, with what seemed like a startling lack of publicity. And now, three
months later, it arrives in the Bay Area at four (count them!)
theaters: One in San Francisco, one in San Rafael, one in Berkeley, and
one in Palo Alto -- the publicity consisting (as far as I know) of one
short interview in the San Francisco Chronicle.
But I love
Kerouac. I'd even like to see the (by all accounts lamentable) 1960
film of The Subterraneans (with George Peppard and Leslie Caron).
Friday night, late, we'll see if I "wanna talk about it." After all the buildup, I could (after all) be wrong.
Stand by for another post on "what I'll be looking for" in the movie.
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