Monday, April 6, 2009

CITY ISLAND COUNTDOWN: TFF-21!

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"City Island" began life as a spec screenplay called "Make Someone Happy". I began writing it on Labor Day Weekend, 2001 and was on page fifty on September 11th, when the World Trade Center was attacked. I will always be able to root the creation of this script in precisely that astonishing moment in history as it was one of those days in which you never forget where you were and what you were doing.

I was writing about a middle-class New York family, filled with their own problems, frustrations and neuroses. And just as I was picking up steam with these people--and the script really did "write itself", the voices of the characters were coming at me fast and furious--the very world that they embodied was shaken to the core. For those reading this who are not New Yorkers, the local reaction to the tragedy was really quite astonishing. Many people hanging "missing" signs for their certainly dead relatives and friends; a denial and anger so fierce and conflicting that fights began to break out in Union Square; and through it all the sudden and blinding appearence of the American Flag just about everywhere you looked. People swung into action. Cleaning up the mess--Ground Zero as the disaster site came to be known-became the priority.

The general reaction of most people I knew in the arts was: why bother going on? Do we really need "Legally Blonde 2"? It seems strange now--after all, many cities have been attacked, pillaged, destroyed and still the creation of art has gone on unceasingly. But at the time there was a feeling of being left winded . Some hearty souls braver than I decided to get their ass down to GZ and help with the clean-up. I, alas, am the sort of person who if given a broom to help sweep up will probably wind up breaking the glasses stacked on the table. So I stayed home.

And my characters, the Rizzo's, sat there. Immobile. Without animation. Not knowing why they'd been created or where they were headed.

I think about ten days later I picked them up and dusted them off. After all I wasn't helping New York City in any concrete way by NOT WRITING. And they were, one way or another, emblematic of the kind of New Yorkers I've always most admired--indeed the kind that I come from: the outer-borough, working class familiies who are the true support--the true infrastructure of the greatest city in the world. What better for me to do in the wake of the attack on our city then let them have their lives and see who they were, what they wanted, what prevented them from getting it and how they would solve the dilemma of living?

Tomorrow I'll continue the saga of the eight years it took to get from script to finished film. Meanwhile here's a deleted scene from "City Island" featuring Andy Garcia, walking the streets of the Bronx.



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5 comments:

JC said...

Hi Raymond,

I love this clip. Too bad, it was cut. What was Vince suppose to be looking? Thanks for answering my qestion. It seems that you are also multi-talented. Maybe one day, you and Andy can have a concert together and invite all of us - City Island fans. I just read in imdb that this movie will be released in Germany on 2nd July. Does it means that this movie has been sold to Europe already?

Anonymous said...

Wow, I hadn't realized that you were working on this for so long. Well I'm glad it finally got made, and hopefully will soon be available for all of us to see.

Anonymous said...

How come you couldnt fit that in???
Looked to me like Andy was trying to
get out of work so that he could
go do his acting thing....unless I
saw it wrong..Because thats what most
actors have to do..when they have
side jobs as a matter of fact I did
that nose thing years ago.Great
actor scene.....Hopefully see you
the 26th or the 29th ciao

Marianna said...

I am blogging and living in a whole other part of the world but I can tell you this...

I remember every single detail of what I was doing that day too. 9/11 and what started as a casual gathering of uni-students at my house (to eat and talk), turned out to be a day out on the streets, watching (TV), protesting, crying about the lost lives of so many people.

We felt it, we knew that somehow it was the end of the world as we knew it. I remember talking about war and how it would break out in a while (and it did)...I can't even begin to imagine how people living in the area might have felt that day (or I dare not try to imagine)...

Anxious to meet the Rizzo's :-) Who knows how many things we will have in common...

Have a great week
Peace and love

Sherry said...

I'll never, ever forget the early morning walk to the East River, where you told me the beginnings of the story and I said "Yessss! You have to write this!" That 5am of our life will live forever as a cherished moment.