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Because You Are Here Solitude X'mas Beyond the End Twilight. Acceleration Scream Hard as You Can Crossover How Old You are Never Forget Your Dream Interlude I Just Awake Defeat and Beat In the End, the Choice is All Yours Ley-Line Interlude II Don't Suffer Alone.
Are You Ready to Blast Off? Rave-up tonight Swing It!! Gonzo Tobey Maguire Hitchhiker Michael Lee Gogin Uniformed Dwarf Larry Cedar Car Rental Agent - Los Angeles Brian Le Baron Parking Attendant as Brian LeBaron Katherine Helmond Desk Clerk at Mint Hotel Michael Warwick Bell Boy Craig Bierko Lacerda Tyde Kierney Reporter Mark Harmon Magazine Reporter Tim Thomerson Hoodlum Richard Riehle Dune Buggy Driver Ransom Gates Dune Buggy Passenger Laraine Newman Edit Storyline The big-screen version of Hunter S.
Taglines: Give us your brain for two hours and you will never be the same again Edit Did You Know? Trivia Though they share no scenes together, Tobey Maguire and Christina Ricci previously starred in The Ice Storm a year earlier.
Goofs In a few shots taking place in the Chevy's interior, you can see the car has white vinyl door panels from a or 74 Impala or Caprice convertible , while the main "Red Shark" is actually a Impala convertible.
Apparently another car was fixed up for use in the movie as a backup or secondary vehicle and used for some shots from the inside. Along with this plastic briefcase that I suddenly noticed right beside me on the front seat.
I lifted the fucker and knew immediately what was inside. No Samoan attorney in his right mind is going to stomp through the metal-detector gates of a commercial airline with a fat black.
So he had left it with me, for delivery — if I made it back to L. Otherwise … well, I could almost hear myself talking to the California Highway Patrol:.
This weapon? This loaded, unregistered, concealed and maybe hot. What am I doing with it? Well, you see, officer, I pulled off the road near Mescal Springs — on the advice of my attorney, who subsequently disappeared — and all of a sudden while I was just sort of walking around that deserted waterhole by myself for no reason at all when this little fella with a beard came up to me, out of nowhere, and he had this horrible linoleum knife in one hand and this huge black pistol in the other hand … and he offered to carve a big X on my forehead, in memory of Lt.
Calley … but when I told him I was a doctor of journalism his whole attitude changed. Right, he just shoved it into my hands, butt-first, and then he ran off into the darkness.
A good. My risk — my gun: it made perfect sense. And if that Samoan pig wanted to argue, if he wanted to come yelling around the house, give him a taste of the bugger about midway up the femur.
M adness, madness … and meanwhile all alone with the Great Red Shark in the parking lot of the Las Vegas airport. To hell with this panic.
Get a grip. For the next 24 hours this matter of personal control will be critical. Here I am sitting out here alone on this fucking desert, in this nest of armed loonies, with a very dangerous carload of hazards, horrors and liabilities that I must get back to L.
Completely fucked. No question about that. No future for a doctor of journalism editing the state pen weekly. Better to get the hell out of this atavistic state at high speed.
Not for me. No mercy for a criminal freak in Las Vegas. This place is like the Army: the shark ethic prevails — eat the wounded.
In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity. This was the final step. I had taken all the grapefruit and other luggage out to the car a few hours earlier.
Now it was only a matter of slipping the noose: Yes, extremely casual behavior, wild eyes hidden behind these Saigon-mirror sun glasses … waiting for the Shark to roll up.
Where is it? Stay calm, keep reading the paper. The lead story was a screaming blue headline across the top of the page:.
To the left of that grim notice was a four-column center-page photo of Washington, D. Right underneath that story was a headline saying: Five wounded near NYC Tenement … by an unidentified gunman who fired from the roof of a building, for no apparent reason.
Reading the front page made me feel a lot better. Against that heinous background, my crimes were pale and meaningless.
I was a relatively respectable citizen — a multiple felon, perhaps, but certainly not dangerous. And when the Great Scorer came to write against my name, that would surely make a difference.
Or would it? I turned to the sports page and saw a small item about Muhammad Ali; his case was before the Supreme Court, the final appeal.
Western Union intervenes: A warning from … Mr. Heem … a new assignment from the Sports Desk and a savage invitation from the police.
S uddenly I felt guilty again. The Shark! Where was it? I tossed the paper aside and began to pace. Losing control.
I felt my whole act slipping … and then I saw the car, swooping down a ramp in the next-door garage. I almost collapsed on the curb.
Every cell in my brain and body sagged. I must be hallucinating. Well … why not? Many fine books have been written in prison. The warden will recognize me; and the Con Boss — I once interviewed them for the New York Times.
Along with a lot of other cons, guards, cops and assorted hustlers who got ugly, by mail, when the article never appeared. They asked. They wanted their stories told.
For reasons of my own …. None of which would make much sense in The Yard. But what the hell? Why worry about details? I turned to face my accuser, a small young clerk with a big smile on his face and a yellow envelope in his hand.
I nodded, too tired to resist. By now the Shark was beside me, but I saw no point in even tossing my bag into it. The game was up.
They had me. The clerk was still smiling. I felt dizzy. It was too much to absorb all at once. From freedom, to prison, and then, back to freedom again — all in 30 seconds.
I staggered backwards and leaned on the car, feeling the white folds of the canvas top beneath my trembling hand. The clerk, still smiling, was poking the telegram at me.
I nodded, barely able to speak. But the clerk was still curious. I stared at him, giving him a full taste of the mirrors. The Doctor handles our finances, makes all our arrangements.
The clerk leaned into the car. You understand, I hope. I nodded, impatient to flee. About half the time we use codes — especially with Doctor Gonzo.
He smiled again, but this time it seemed a trifle odd. He seemed uncomfortable. Heem likes to meet all our large accounts … put them on a personal basis … just a chat and a handshake, you understand.
The clerk nodded warily. I saw what he was getting at. It was actually from Thompson, not to him. Western Union must have got the names reversed.
He backed away as I eased the car into low gear. The race is over. And then I was off into traffic. After a few blocks in the wrong direction on Main Street, I doubled back and aimed south, towards L.
But with all deliberate speed. Keep cool and slow, I thought. Just drift to the city limits. What I needed was a place to get safely off the road, out of sight, and ponder this incredible telegram from my attorney.
It was true; I was certain of that. There was a definite valid urgency in the message. The tone was unmistakable. But I was in no mood or condition to spend another week in Las Vegas.
I had pushed my luck about as far as it was going to carry me in this town … all the way out to the edge.
And now the weasels were closing in; I could smell the ugly brutes. Now idling along Las Vegas Boulevard at 30 miles an hour, I wanted a place to rest and formalize the decision.
It was settled, of course, but I needed a beer or three to seal the bargain and stupefy that one rebellious nerve end that kept vibrating negative.
It would have to be dealt with. Because there was an argument, of sorts, for staying on. T here was also a certain bent appeal in the notion of running a savage burn on one Las Vegas Hotel and then — instead of becoming a doomed fugitive on the highway to L.
It was dangerous lunacy, but it was also the kind of thing a real connoisseur of edge-work could make an argument for.
Where, for instance, was the last place the Las Vegas police would look for a drug-addled fraud-fugitive who just ripped off a downtown hotel?
Indeed, what better place to hide? For some people. But not for me. And certainly not for my attorney — a very conspicuous person.
Separately, we might pull it off. But together, no — we would blow it. Too much aggressive chemistry in that mix; the temptation to run a deliberate freak-out would be too heavy.
And that of course would finish us. They would show us no mercy. No, it was too much. In every gig like this, there comes a time to either cut your losses or consolidate your winnings — whichever fits.
I drove slowly, looking for a proper place to sit down with an early morning beer and get my head together … to plot this unnatural retreat.
Aaawww, Mama, can this really he the end? There is only one road to L. Is it better to wear my purple and green Acapulco shirt, or nothing at all?
This will not be a happy run. Not even the Sun God wants to watch. He has gone behind a cloud for the first time in three days. No sun at all.
The sky is grey and ugly. Was Lacerda aboard? The man from Life? Did they have all the photos they needed? All the facts? Had they fulfilled their responsibilities?
Maybe nobody. For all I knew, the whole spectacle had been aborted by a terrible riot — an orgy of senseless violence, kicked off by drunken hoodlums who refused to abide by the rules.
I wanted to plug this gap in my knowledge at the earliest opportunity: Pick up the L. Times and scour the sports section for a Mint story. Get the details.
Cover myself. Even on the Run, in the grip of a serious Fear …. I knew it was Lacerda in that plane, heading back to New York.
He told me last night that he meant to catch the first flight. The only hope is to somehow get it across miles of open road between here and Sanctuary.
But, sweet Jesus, I am tired! This culture has beaten me down. What the fuck am I doing out here? This is not even the story I was supposed to be working on.
My agent warned me against it. All signs were negative — especially that evil dwark with the pink telephone in the Polo Lounge. I should have stayed there … anything but this.
Who played that song? Did I actually hear that fucking thing on the jukebox just now? That was only in my brain, some long-lost echo of a painful dawn in Toronto … a long time ago, half-mad in another world.
Back in the hotel room, Duke leaves Gonzo unattended, and tries his luck at Big Six. When Duke returns he finds that Gonzo, high on LSD, has trashed the room, and is in the bathtub clothed, attempting to pull the tape player in with him as he wants to hear the song better.
He pleads with Duke to throw the machine into the water when the song " White Rabbit " peaks. Duke agrees, but instead throws a grapefruit at Gonzo's head before running outside and locking Gonzo in the bathroom.
Duke attempts to type his reminisces on hippie culture, and flashes back to San Francisco where a hippie licks spilled LSD off his sleeve. The next morning, Duke awakens to an exorbitant room service bill, and no sign of Gonzo who has returned to Los Angeles while Duke slept , and attempts to leave town.
As he nears Baker, California , a patrolman stops him for speeding, and advises him to sleep at a nearby rest stop. Duke instead heads to a payphone and calls Gonzo, learning that he has a suite in his name at the Flamingo Las Vegas so he can cover a district attorney's convention on narcotics.
Duke checks into his suite, only to be met by an LSD-tripping Gonzo and a young girl called Lucy, who Gonzo explains has come to Las Vegas to meet Barbra Streisand , and that this was her first LSD trip.
Duke convinces Gonzo to ditch Lucy in another hotel before her trip wears off. Gonzo accompanies Duke to the convention, and the pair discreetly snort cocaine as the guest speaker delivers a comically out-of-touch speech about "marijuana addicts" before showing a brief film.
Unable to take it, Duke and Gonzo flee back to their room, only to discover that Lucy has called.
Their trips mostly over, Gonzo deals with Lucy over the phone pretending that he is being savagely beaten by thugs as Duke attempts to mellow out by trying some of Gonzo's stash of adrenochrome.
However, the trip spirals out of control, and Duke is reduced to an incoherent mess before he blacks out. After an unspecified amount of time passes, Duke wakes up to a complete ruin of the once pristine suite.
After discovering his tape recorder, he attempts to remember what has happened. As he listens, he has brief memories of the general mayhem that has taken place, including Gonzo threatening a waitress at a diner,  himself convincing a distraught cleaning woman that they are police officers investigating a drug ring, and attempting to buy an orangutan.
Duke drops Gonzo off at the airport, driving right up to the airplane, before returning to the hotel one last time to finish his article. He then speeds back to Los Angeles.
Bakshi is quoted as saying:. Hunter had given the rights to a girlfriend of his. I spent three days with her trying to talk her into me animating it — she wanted to make a live-action of it — I kept telling her that a live-action would look like a bad cartoon but an animated version would be a great one.
She had a tremendous disdain for animators because it wasn't considered the top of Hollywood. Hunter also could not make her change her mind. So she made the pic with Johnny Depp who is a great actor , and got the film I told her she would get — it would have been more real in a cartoon using Steadman's drawings.
In January , Texas Monthly announced that Larry McMurtry had signed a contract to write a screenplay for a film adaptation. Rhino Films began work on a film version as early as Under pressure, Rhino countered by green-lighting the film and hiring Alex Cox to direct within a few days.
Rhino hired Terry Gilliam and was granted an extension from Thompson but only with the stipulation that the director made the film.
Rhino did not want to commit to Gilliam in case he didn't work out. I got kind of agitated about it because I thought they were trying to put off doing it.
So I began to charge them more I wanted to see the movie done, once it got started. The two actors were upset when producer Laila Nabulsi told them of Rhino's plans.
In retaliation, Depp and Gilliam locked Rhino out of the set during filming. During the initial development to get the film made, Jack Nicholson and Marlon Brando were originally considered for the roles of Duke and Gonzo but they both grew too old.
John Malkovich was later considered for the role of Duke, but he grew too old as well. At one point John Cusack was almost cast Cusack had previously directed the play version of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas , with his brother playing Duke.
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