Hollywood isn't much for realism or moralism. The only "ism" Hollywood believes in is plagiarism.
A new film is coming out now called Kill Your Darlings. (What a coincidence! I know of a very entertaining book that came out not too long ago called Murder Your Darlings.) This new movie is about a murder among a group of New York writers and intellectuals.
Again, an amazing coincidence! Because the book I just mentioned was also about a murder among a group of New York writers and intellectuals—and featured yours truly (as one of the writers, dear, not one of the intellectuals).
The chief differences between the two are that Murder Your Darlings takes place in the Roaring 20s and is funny, and Kill Your Darlings is set in the 1940s and is decidedly not funny. (Oh, all right. The movie is based on a true incident, and the book is not.)
The movie is about writers (Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, and the like) who eventually become the Beat Generation—a school of writing hopped up coffee, drugs and hipster jazz music. I envy the generation its pleasure in its music. And that is all I envy it.
The Beat Ones took themselves oh-so-seriously. I think we would take them more seriously if they did not. (Also, that Harry Potter plays Allen Ginsberg makes me Howl—with laughter.)
Life is serious enough—there's no need to Beat us over the head with it.
Laugh with me, if you agree.
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