Tom Cruise in “Born on the 4th of July”
Tom Cruise shouldn’t get so much flak for the comparison he made on private court documents. According to a TMZ article, he allegedly said that “…recent location shoots were like fighting in Afghanistan.” …or something to that effect.
First off, let me say this! I did not fight in Afghanistan. I served a tour in Iraq with the Idaho Army National Guard’s 216th Military Intelligence Company. But speaking from my own experience in Iraq, I could see some truth in Tom Cruise’s comparison. My entire tour was spent sitting on my ass, either in a HUMVEE, at the mess hall, or on my bunk watching movies or playing XBox. Sure it was hot. Sure that body armor was heavy and most certainly I was scared shitless most of the time on missions. I was afraid that my ass would get blown up by an IED.
I am working on, technically, my third screenplay. I was very happy about the comments I received from my screenwriting teacher about the first act of this script!
He told me the one thing that scares him the most about this script is…
“It’s such a damn good idea for a movie, and it could definitely get made; I just hope Crowley doesn’t F$CK it up!”
I have been thinking about Time Travel, again. It is something that continually haunts me. I often feel like a prisoner, trapped in this present manifestation of my own mind’s ability to interpret the infinite. I cannot see forward. I can only look back, shackled to the present; I strain my mind’s eye as far as I can see.
The future is nothing more than a guess, a hunch; a tarnished vision, often reflecting my own dreams and desires. I never know what really lies beyond the myst of the present. I am like a weary pioneer, navigating the river of time. My fragile life is my raft. My belongings, my memories. Sometimes I find myself in harrowing rapids, just to hang on, is all I can do.