We had all the momentum we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.… There was no point in fighting-on our side or theirs. Not in any mean or military sense we didn’t need that. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.…Īnd that, I think, was the handle-that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda.… You could strike sparks anywhere. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time-and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era-the kind of peak that never comes again. Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. And make sure you turn up your speakers a bit. You can see Johnny Depp – who has played Thompson twice on the silver screen - read an abbreviated version of the speech above. Thompson himself said that the passage is “one of the best things I’ve ever fucking written.” It is a poetic, heartfelt monologue about the idealism and the crushed dreams of the 1960s. And aside from perhaps the book’s opening line – “We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold” – the most memorable section of the work is his “wave speech” which shows up in the eighth chapter. Of all his writing though, his book Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, a journey through bat country and into the twisted dark heart of the American soul, is his most famous and beloved. He was the inventor of the true breakfast of champions and author of the most hilariously profane presidential obituary ever. Thompson was a literary icon – a moralist, a gun nut, and the original gonzo journalist. That film tells the story of an old seafarer who kidnaps a podcaster and tries to turn him into a walrus. “Yoga Hosers” will serve as the second installment in the director’s new True North Trilogy, a series drawing on Canadian culture that will kick off with the horror-comedy “Tusk,” premiering at the Toronto International Film Festival in September. The pairing of Smith, a quirky, talky, self-referential director, and Depp, a huge movie star with a predilection for playing offbeat characters, is certainly an intriguing one, made more so by the fact that both are coming off a string of recent stumbles (including Smith’s “Cop Out” and “Zack and Miri Make a Porno” and Depp’s “Transcendence” and “The Lone Ranger”). Smith, an avowed comics fan who has written for Marvel and DC, told THR, “People always ask me, ‘Are you ever going to make a comic book movie?’ This is it - but instead of yet another dude saving the day, our anti-heroes are the most feared and formidable creatures man has ever encountered: two 15-year-old girls.”
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