“I got some bad ideas in my head.”
While it’s still an example of great American film-making and a must-see movie, I’ve been having a recurring dream of a Taxi Driver followup for quite some time. As in over 20 years of random story ideas hitting me in the dream-space or while strolling around NYC. The city has changed so much since the film’s 1976 release, but in a (not so) weird way certain elements have cycled back into that film’s bleak version of the city, citizens, and some of the politics around them.
Granted, it’s never (ever!) going to happen unless the stars are in order (on a few fronts, ha and ha-ha) and some other key people think it’s a good idea. It’s not (at all), but Hollywood has done far worse updates of other films (for better or worse… mostly worse in my opinion). Nevertheless, I’m getting this silliness off my chest and out of my head so I can clear up space in the grey matter filing cabinet.
“The idea had been growing in my brain for some time…”
Without giving the store away (he said, vaguely), let’s just imagine an older, wiser Iris Steensma (someone get Jodie Foster on the phone, please? Thanks.) now planning a run for office and like (too) many politicians, has written a tell-all autobiography to counter some of the things said about her by the opposition. Digging up the past means reaching out (or having someone reach out) to certain people for permission to use their names and or images, but Travis was nowhere to be found (and isn’t mentioned by name in her book).
Mr. B’s last known location (somewhere in lower Manhattan) has been gentrified with him getting the boot out of the area (probably to a friend’s place), he hasn’t been driving a cab for some time (since a little accident cost him his job), but he’s still alive and kicking and keeping a daily journal. Mentally, he’s still an odd bird, but has forgotten about Iris until he sees her doing a TV interview about the book, which he tracks down and reads. Let’s just say things get really interesting from that point onward.
Yes, it’s a lousy idea (you should hear the rest of it, but it’ll cost you a few grand) and nope, I’m not even going to mention the two trailers and poster concepts I’d thought up way back in the late 90’s. Still, I feel better about letting that cat out of its particular bag. Now I have more room for thinking up how to get Firefly back on the airwaves in some way, shape or form that makes sense.
Or perhaps I’ll just sleep better at night until I find out someone took my dopey idea and ran with it, scissors in hand right to their agent.