HaxX wrote:Come to think of it i HAVE seen a lot of her books in supermarkets. The name does ring a bell bringing up memories of the smell of floor wax, the flickering of neon lights and the bleeping of price scanners.
I would never call her a gonzo-esque journalist, that would suggest that she is capable of such things as willful irony, self mockery and humor. She strikes as more of a self styled ivory-tower expert on whatever unfortunate subject which attracts her attention.
I loved fear and loathing and found it to perhaps be Johnny Depps best role. I personally thought he should have been nominated for that one.
I also think its really funny that he shot H. S. T. cremains out of a cannon, correct me if im wrong about that.
She is even more bizarre than that however compared to other ivory tower expert types...words defy Katherine Ramsland
I enjoyed The Rum Diaries as well also featuring Johnny Depp but while it was good it just didn't meet the level of Fear and Loathing. Not much can.
The scene where Hunter S Thompson makes a cameo appearance in the club was IMO epic.
There I was...
Mother of God. There I am.
Holy ###$.
Uh, clearly I was a victim
of the drug explosion... a natural street freak
just eating whatever came by.
The quote that always stuck with me however was:
There he goes...
one of God's own prototypes.
A high-powered mutant of some kind never
even considered for mass production.
Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
He was shot out of a cannon post-mortem. Johnny Depp help arrange the funeral and attended. Hunter and Johnny became good friends during the filming of Fear and Loathing which is how the rum diaries came about as film.
On August 20, 2005, in a private ceremony, Thompson's ashes were fired from a cannon to the tune of Norman Greenbaum's "Spirit in the Sky" and Bob Dylan's "Mr. Tambourine Man."The cannon was placed atop a 153-foot (47 m) tower of his own design, in the shape of a double-thumbed fist clutching a peyote button originally used in Hunter S. Thompson's 1970 campaign for sheriff of Aspen, Colorado. Red, white, blue, and green fireworks were launched along with his ashes. According to his widow Anita, Thompson's funeral was financed by actor Johnny Depp, a close friend of Thompson. Depp told the Associated Press, "All I'm doing is trying to make sure his last wish comes true. I just want to send my pal out the way he wants to go out."
Hunter-esque funeral in every way.
I love johnny's story on when he first met Hunter.
A fan of Thompson's since reading the gonzo journalist's "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" in his late teens, Depp jumped at the chance when a mutual friend asked if he wanted to meet him.
Depp was told to turn up at the tavern at midnight. Soon after, Thompson entered brandishing his cattle prod and Taser.
"People were hurling their bodies, leaping out of the way to try and save themselves from this maniac," Depp said in an interview. "Then he made his way to me. The sparks had died down, he just walked right up to me and put his hand out and said, `How do you do? My name is Hunter.'"
Thompson and Depp quickly discovered they both were born in Kentucky and shared many literary heroes, among them Ernest Hemingway and Nathaniel West. Around 2:30 that morning, they were at Thompson's house, where Depp admired a nickel-plated shotgun on the wall.
"'Would you like to fire it?'" Depp recalled Thompson saying. "I said, `Yeah. Great, man.' He says, `All right, great. We must build bombs.' So we built bombs in his sink out of propane tanks and nitroglycerin. Then we took them out back and he said, `All right, you get first crack.' So I leveled that 12-gauge and I blew it up – 80-foot fireball.
"I think that was my kind of rite of passage with Hunter. I think that was my test that I was OK."
Are not laws dangerous which inhibit the passions? Compare the centuries of anarchy with those of the strongest legalism in any country you like and you will see that it is only when the laws are silent that the greatest actions appear.
-Marquis de Sade
That which does not kill us, makes us stranger. -Trevor Goodchild