Chasing The Light |
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BOOK
REVIEW by Willard Manus Oliver Stone
bares his soul in CHASING THE LIGHT, one of the best books on Hollywood
I have ever read. This
is a story about making a dream at all costs, even without money,
Stones confides in his introduction. Its about cutting corners,
improvising, hustling, cobbling together workarounds to get movies made
and into theatres, not knowing where the next payday is coming from-or
the next monsoon or scorpion bite. Its about not taking no
for an answer. Its about lying outrageously, gritting it out with
sweat and tears, surviving. It goes from a magical New York childhood
to the Vietnam War and my struggles to come back from it, ending at the
age of forty in the making of Platoon. Its about growing
up. Its about failure, loss of confidence. And its about early
success and arrogance too. Its about drugs, and the times we lived
through politically and socially. Its about imagination, dreaming
up what you want and going out to make it happen. And of course its
full of deceits, betrayals, crooks and heroes, people who bless you with
their presence and those who destroy you if you let them. Three years
later, 1966, found Stone in Vietnam, having volunteered to join the army
as an infantryman. His battle experiences were brutal, bloody and horrific.
He served in three different combat units and was wounded and evacuated
twice. He was awarded a Bronze Star for heroism and was promoted to Specialist
4th Class. But by the time he was discharged in 1968 he had come to realize
that he had participated in a meaningless war and that a part of him had
gone numb there...died in Vietnam, murdered. Id
been chasing the light a long time now, Stone writes at the end
of his book. I was now forty years old, proverbially at the halfway
point. Itd been a remarkable two-film journey from the bottom back
to the top of the Hollywood mountain. With Salvador, Id
slung the stone hard and far, and it had given me a foothold. And with
Platoon Id managed to crest into the light. Money, fame,
glory and honor, it was all there at the same time and space. I had to
move now. Id been waiting too many years to make films. Time had
wings. I wanted to make one after another in a race against that Time-I
suppose it was really a race against myself in a hall of mirrors of my
own making. |