Edward Ford, by Lem Dobbs is a script everyone loves, but no one wants to commit to. I’d never read it until this week; I couldn’t find it. It’s HERE.
Lem Dobbs supposedly wrote it when he was 19. It’s considered his best work, by far. Dobbs grew up. Matured. Cashed-in, and wrote Romancing the Stone.
Now, I just need to find Terrence Malick’s unproduced screenplay about Jerry Lee Lewis (the film that in a much-changed form became Great Balls of Fire. He also supposedly wrote an adaptation of Catcher in the Rye, by the way.)
Why am I bringing all of this up? Eddy Grant’s Romancing the Stone was playing at a bar I was at last night. Pop culture crap, over time, seems to harden into something as lasting as a diamond.