Ten bad dates with De Niro

A Book of Alternative Movie Lists

Edited by Richard T. Kelly Illustrated by Andrew Rae

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Ten bad dates with De Niro by Richard T. Kelly

Richard T. Kelly

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Richard T. Kelly was born in 1970 and started composing lists around the age of 9

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Friday, 16 May 2008

Ten ('10') Bad Dates Conquers America

posted @10:21 a.m. by Richard Kelly

On May 1 the Rookery Press/Overlook in New York City published their US edition of the widely-considered-amusing movie-list compendium Ten Bad Dates With De Niro, renaming it '10 Bad Dates...' and so mildly confusing the search engines. But so be it. They also put an amusing new cover on it utilising a still of the worst of all De Niro dates, that Times Square porn outing with Cybill Shepherd. So how are we faring for coverage over there? New York has never been a lucky town for me, much as I like it, but I could say my luck's already turning a little, cos I never had no mention in no New York Post before - 'Required Reading', no less. And at the New York Times, where they can be terribly snooty, there is a good-enough mention from the Papercuts blogger. I've been reading Peter Travers in the Rolling Stone since I was a boy and Reagan was President, but now - whaddaya know? - the book's got a shout-out in his blog too. Elsewhere, it's a nice thing for an old guy like me - and a book with deceptively serious intentions - to get a citation on USA Today's Pop Candy Blog as compiled by Whitney Matheson. The idea that anything associated with me could work for fans of pop, candy, and young women called Whitney... well, it takes years off the creaking knee and elbow joints. But for me at least the Treasure of the Sierra Madre is this review in the Los Angeles Times by the venerable critic and Clint Eastwood expert Richard Schickel. What further glory could this lead to, I wonder? A rush on copies at the big Barnes & Noble bookstore next to the Farmer's Market in Hollywood? Studio execs giving the book to each other as birthday gifts, or just plain timely reminders of why they first entered the beautiful business of movies? Or me being hired as a consultant on the next major studio attempt to make a half-decent Hulk picture, i.e. one that doesn't end in a silly video-game fight scene? (The latter possibility because, as Schickel notes, I am a loyal friend to well-meaning but widely despised movies everywhere.) Well, at any rate I'll just have to bide my time and keep grafting until the summons comes from Burbank...

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