Genius

Synopsis: When, one day in 1929, writer Thomas Wolfe decided to keep the appointment made by Max Perkins, editor at Scribner's, he had no illusions: his manuscript would be turned down as had invariably been the case. But, to his happy amazement, his novel, which was to become "Look Homeward, Angel," was accepted for publication. The only trouble was that it was overlong (by 300 pages) and had to be reduced. Although reluctant to see his poetic prose trimmed, Wolfe agreed and was helped by Perkins, who had become a true friend, with the result that it instantly became a favorite with the critics and a best seller. Success was even greater in 1935 when "Of Time and the River" appeared, but the fight for reducing Wolfe's logorrheic written expression had been even harder, with the novel originally at 5,000 pages. Perkins managed to cut 90,000 words from the book, and with bitterness ultimately taking its toll, the relationships between the two men gradually deteriorated. Wolfe did not feel gratefu

Genre: Biography, Drama

Director(s): Michael Grandage

Actors: Colin Firth, Jude Law, Nicole Kidman, Laura Linney

Production: Riverstone Pictures

1 win & 5 nominations.


IMDB:: 6.5
Metacritic:: 56
Rotten Tomatoes:: 52%

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: PG-13
Year:: 2016
: 104 min
: $1,358,018
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Might want
to read this one.
Please tell me
it's double-spaced.
No such luck.
Where'd you get it?
A woman named aline Bernstein,
the stage designer?
The author's her protege.
Every other publisher in town
has already turned it down.
Is it any good?
Good?
No.
But it's unique.
A quick look.
Thanks, Max.
I'm in your debt.
602 to new canaan,
last call!
Good evening, Pete.
All aboard, Mr. Perkins.
A stone, a leaf,
an unfound door
of a stone, a leaf, a door.
And of all
the forgotten faces.
Which of us has
known his brother?
Which of us has looked
into his father's heart?
Which of us has not remained
forever prison-pent?
Which of us is not
forever a stranger
and alone?
Remembering, speechlessly
we seek the great
forgotten language,
the lost Lane-end
into heaven,
a stone, a leaf,
an unfound door.
Where? When?
O lost,
and by the wind grieved,
ghost, come back again.
A destiny that leads
the English to the Dutch
is strange enough
but one that leads
from epsom into Pennsylvania
and thence into the hills
that shut in altamont
over the proud
coral cry of the cock
and the soft stone
smile of an angel
is touched by
that dark miracle
of chance.
Hello, daddy!
Hello, ducks.
More rehearsal.
He didn't even notice us.
"Fear no more
the heat o' the sun.
"Nor the furious
winter's rages.
"Thou thy
worldly task hast done.
"Home art gone,
and ta'en thy wages.
"Golden lads and girls..."
Jimmy, I told you already.
I don't like the movies.
I read books.
You're not listening to me.
Subtract
us into nakedness
and night again
and you shall
see begin in crete
4,000 years ago,
the love that ended
yesterday in Texas.
Hello, daddy.
How do I look?
Just beautiful.
It's
the prom next week.
Already? You're so old
and not married yet.
O death in life
that turns our men to stone!
O change that
levels down our gods!
Hello, Mr. Perkins?
Your father doesn't approve
of my drama club.
Daddy, why don't you
want mama to be
an actress again?
Because limelight
is not becoming to a woman
of your mother's years.
Oh, you rat!
Oh, boo!
Oh, yes, you save
the whirlwind life
of glamour for yourself.
Book signings and
parties and the like,
while we languish here
in the wilderness.
Do we live
in the wilderness?
How thrilling!
We should get knives!
Yes, we should!
Guess who will be
the head pirate?
Cecil, did you ever
pick up a girl before?
- Did you?
- No.
Oh, goodness.
You're the funniest person
I've ever seen.
Hold it.
What's the matter, Cecil?
I don't know.
What's that, Cecil?
Don't wait up.
Ten.
Eleven.
Ten.
Swine.
He had
listened attentively
to a sermon in chapel
by a sophomore
with false whiskers.
He had prepared studiously
for an examination
on the contents
of the college catalog.
Ten.
That's
a very long paragraph.
It started
four pages ago.
Poor Maxwell.
You're too
young to be in love.
How old
do you have to be?
Forty.
Or, I should say,
he was like a man
who stands upon a hill
above the town he has left,
yet does not say
"the town is near"
but turns his eyes
upon the distant
soaring ranges.
The end.
Mighty books.
Mighty books.
May I help you?
God damn.
Look at all these books.
Do you ever stop to consider
the pure man-sweat
that went into
each and every line?
Little testaments of faith,
screamed out in
the dark night,
in the cold, dark night
when the wind's
blowing alpine,
in the vain hope
that someone will read
and hear and understand.
You must be Thomas wolfe.
Are all these your authors?
Not tolstoy.
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