Adaptation.

1

Do I have an original thought

in my head? My bald head?

Maybe if I were happier,

my hair wouldn't be falling out.

Life is short. I need

to make the most of it.

Today is the first day

of the rest of my life.

I'm a walking clich.

I really need to go to the doctor,

have my leg checked.

There's something wrong.

A bump.

The dentist called again.

I'm way overdue.

If I stopped putting things off,

I'd be happier.

All I do is sit on my fat ass.

If my ass wasn't fat,

I'd be happier.

I wouldn't have to wear these shirts

with the tails out all the time.

Like that's fooling anyone.

Fat ass. I should start jogging again.

Five miles a day.

Really do it this time.

Maybe rock climbing.

I need to turn my life around.

What do I need to do?

I need to fall in love.

I need to have a girlfriend.

I need to read more,

improve myself.

What if I learned Russian

or something?

Or took up an instrument?

I could speak Chinese.

I would be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese.

And plays the oboe.

That would be cool.

I should get my hair cut short.

Stop trying to fool everyone into

thinking I have a full head of hair.

How pathetic is that?

Just be real. Confident.

Isn't that what women

are attracted to?

Men don't have to be attractive.

But that's not true,

especially these days.

Almost as much pressure on men

as there is on women these days.

Why should I be made to feel I have

to apologize for my existence?

Maybe it's my brain chemistry.

Bad chemistry.

All my problems and anxiety can be

reduced to a chemical imbalance

or some kind of

misfiring synapses.

I need to get help for that.

But I'll still be ugly, though.

Nothing's gonna change that.

Shut up! Shut up! Okay?

Let's really try today

to solve our camera problems.

Keep between-take time

at an absolute minimum.

These masks are really hot. Okay?

I wanna be very well-heard

on that from everybody.

Don't futz unless it's absolutely

important to the shot, okay?

I don't say that for me.

I say that for the people sitting here

Thank you.

In the rubber.

- I like my dress. Okay?

- Very good.

So now, folks, you better

heed that advice.

Okay? Heed that advice.

Stand by for picture.

Have her rotate around the table

a little bit further.

Hold on until we're clear.

You. You're in the eyeline.

Can you please get off the stage?

Yeah, just bring in the six-footer.

What am I doing here?

Why did I bother to come here today?

Nobody even seems to know

my name.

I've been on this planet for 40 years,

and I don't understand a single thing.

Why am I here?

How did I get here?

My leg hurts.

I wonder if it's cancer.

There's a bump. I'm starting

to sweat. Stop sweating.

I've got to stop sweating.

Can she see it dripping

down my forehead?

She looked at my hairline.

She thinks I'm bald. She...

We think you're great.

Oh, wow.

Thanks.

That's nice to hear.

We all just loved

the Malkovich script.

Thanks. Thanks...

Such a unique voice.

Boy, I'd love to find

a portal into your brain.

Trust me, it's no fun.

Heh, heh.

So tell me your thoughts

on this crazy little project of ours.

First, I think it's a great book.

Laroche is a fun character.

Absolutely.

And Orlean makes orchids

so fascinating.

Plus, her musings on Florida

and orchid poaching, Indians.

It's just... It's great,

sprawling New Yorker stuff.

I'd want to remain true to that.

I'd wanna let the movie exist,

rather than be artificially

plot-driven.

Great.

I guess I'm not exactly sure

what that means.

Oh.

I'm not sure I know

what that means either.

I don't wanna ruin it by making it

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