Famous screenwriter/novelist William Goldman has died. You know, I don't recall knowing what he looked like until now, despite having read a few of his books.
I had forgotten that he wrote Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid - a film which, incidently, I felt was vastly over-rated when I saw it as a child. (My mother was a big Robert Redford fan - I think I was tagging along with her when I saw it. Not sure if my father was there too.) I wonder if I would feel differently about it as an adult? I still have this gut feeling that it was very lightweight and trivial.
Anyway, Goldman interested me more for his books about the industry, and I suspect that he might have become slightly dismayed that, despite "nobody knowing anything" in Hollywood, studios have become pretty good at knowing what franchise material will make a killing in the first week or two, regardless of critical reception. (Although, I guess, that Solo movie's failure almost certainly came as a surprise.)
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