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L。A。 It's the Faust tale retold for yuppies and hipsters and a symphony in bold colors and smog…kissed pastels。 It doesn't look like any other L。A。 film。
Hanson has provocative L。A。 roots。 He's second…generation L。A。 stock。 His birth certificate is stamped 〃Reno； Nevada。〃 His father； Wilbur； was working on a government road crew there when Curtis was born。
Wilbur Hanson was a conscientious objector。 He refused to fight in World War II and served out his draft mitment with a pick and shovel。 The Hanson family moved back to L。A。 in '46。 Curtis and his older brother banged around a big； run…down house at Fifth and Hobart。 His mother rented out their spare rooms。 His father taught at the Harvard Military School and chauffeured rich kids to school for extra money。
Wilbur Hanson was a gifted and thoroughly dedicated teacher。 He took his students on field trips and gave them more time than he gave his own sons。 The Harvard School was an upscale dump site for the sons of the Hollywood elite。 Darryl E Zanuck's son matriculated there。 Old Man Zanuck got a hard…on for Wilbur Hanson。 He didn't want no fucking CO teaching at his kid's school。 He applied the big squeeze and had Wilbur Hanson bounced from Harvard。
Wilbur Hanson caught a Red…scare bullet but dodged another one。 He got certified to teach in the L。A。 city school system。 He was not excluded on the basis of his expressed pacifism or his documented CO status。 The family moved out to the San Fernando Valley。 Wilbur Hanson began teaching at a school in Reseda。
Wilbur and Beverly June Hanson encouraged their sons to read。 Beverly June loved movies and dragged Curtis and his brother to bargain matinees all over the Valley。 He had seen dozens of film noir flicks before he knew the term 〃film noir。〃 He watched 〃Dragnet〃； 〃M Squad〃； 〃The Lineup〃； 〃Racket Squad〃； and 〃Mike Hammer〃 every week。 School bored him。 His real curriculum was films； novels； and TV shows。 His major course of study was narrative。 His minor course of study was crime。
He wrote a story called 〃The Man Who Wanted Money〃 and read it to his fifth…grade class。 His teacher found the story and Curtis's general crime fixation disturbing and ratted him off to his parents。
Curtis had a dual…world thing going。 He had his family/school world and his film/book/TV…show world。 He figured he'd grow up； bee a screenwriter and director； and pull off a two…world merger。
He developed a dual…L。A。 thing。 It grew out of a dual thing with his dad and his uncle Jack。
Wilbur Hanson was a morally mitted schoolteacher with 1。98 in the bank。 Jack Hanson was a morally desiccated rag merchant who sucked up to movie stars and showbiz players。
Dad had a shack in the Valley。 Uncle Jack had a big pad in Beverly Hills。 Dad spent most of his time with schoolkids。 Uncle Jack hobnobbed with Hollywood swingers。 Dad took kids on uplifting field trips。 Uncle Jack owned Jaxthe grooviest； sexiest； most altogether bonaroo boutique on Rodeo Drive。
Curtis spent weekdays in the Valley and weekends in Beverly Hills。 Uncle Jack loved having him around as a panion for his son。 Curtis's two worlds were regulated by his school duties and divided by the Hollywood Hills。 Uncle Jack gave him access to a world within his world。 It was the fast…lane world of aggressive people out to get all they could and flick the cost。 That worldwithin…a…world dovetailed with Curtis Hanson's crime fixation。 Uncle Jack's movie…biz fixation dovetailed with Curtis's ambition to grow up and bee a filmmaker。
Jack Hanson was noir personified。 He was a movie…biz toady straight out of 〃The Big Knife〃。 He hoarded money and paid his people the minimum wage。 He was arguably the cheapest cocksucker who ever walked the face of the earth。 He opened up the Daisy in the mid…'6os。 It was the first members…only dance club in Beverly Hills。 Jack sold memberships to showbiz hipsters and employed it as his vehicle to suck his way further into the in crowd。
Curtis watched。 Curtis took mental notes。 Curtis finished school and got a chump job with 〃Cinema〃 magazine。 He drove copy to the typesetters and film to the photo lab。 The magazine started to go belly…up。 Curtis convinced Uncle Jack to take over the operating costs and let 〃him〃 do all the work。
He did it。 He wrote the critical pieces and feature interviews and took the photographs。 He took some shots of Faye Dunaway and was paid with a plane ticket。 He flew to Texas and watched the filming of 〃Bonnie and Clyde〃。
It was a period film and a crime film。 Curtis Hanson wrote it up in 〃Cinema〃 magazine。 He prophetically called it 〃the most exciting American film in years。〃
I read that issue of 〃Cinema〃 magazine thirty years ago。 I was 19 and strung out on pills and Thunderbird wine。 I was breaking into houses in a ritzy L。A。 enclave and stealing things that wouldn't be missed。 I was shoplifting and reading crime novels and going to crime movies。
Hanson got me hot to see 〃Bonnie and Clyde〃。 I saw it and wigged out on it。 I stole the money that paid for my ticket。
A year ago； I drove out to Lincoln Heights to watch a day's filming of 〃L。A。 Confidential〃。 It was mid…August and very hot and humid。
A northeast…L。A。 street was doubling for a street in south L。A。 Nineteen ninety…six was doubling for 1953。
Period cars lined the curb。 A dozen equipment trucks and trailers were parked just out of camera view。 Twenty…odd technicians and gofers were standing near a catering van。 They were snarfing cookies and ice…cream bars in the hundred…degree heat。
The focal point was a shabby wood…frame house。 It was a near perfect match to the house I'd described in my novel。 I visualized the scene I wrote in 1989。
A cop vaults a backyard fence and walks up a flight of outside stairs in broad daylight。 He slips the catch on a second…story door and enters a cramped apartment。 He sees a woman gagged and tied to a bed with neckties。 He walks into the living room and shoots her presumed assailant in cold blood。
My cop was named Bud White。 He was a huge man with a football…injury limp and a gray flattop。 The movie Bud White is an actor named Russell Crowe。 He is a pact and muscular man with dark hair and a quasi…flattop。
I watched Crowe nosh an ice…cream bar and bullshit with extras in cop uniforms。 The actors playing Lieutenant Ed Exley and Captain Dudley Smith were standing across the street。 My Exley was tall and blond。 Guy Pearce； the film Exley； is medium size and dark haired。 My Smith was burly and red…faced。 James Cromwell； the film Smith； is pale and imperiously tall。
I felt like I was entering a brand…new L。A。 world and a multimedia extravaganza。 Period snapshots and scandal…rag headlines formed the visual borders。 The audio track was the sound of my written words spoken by the actors around me。 My mother's ghost was somewhere in the mix。 She was eating popcorn with a spoon and humming Kay Starr's 1952 hit； 〃Wheel of Fortune。〃
I reeled behind a jolt of heat and a thousand quick…cut blips of my own private L。A。 I had written 〃L。A。 Confidential〃 as an epic hometown elegy。 It was established fact and half…heard scandal and whispered innuendo。 It was the world of horror I had fi