Monday, February 23, 2015

Crazy Sides of famous directors - Maggcom


Every great mind has its own quirks. Here is some quirks of few Famous Directors


Richard Linklater is one of the most fascinating filmmakers working today. He also has a convicted murderer living in his garage.


James Cameron and Guillermo del Toro are pretty good friends. While directing Mimic, del Toro’s dad got kidnapped by some Mexican thugs and demanded 1 million $. At the time, del Toro had invested his money into the movie, and had nothing left. Stepped in James Cameron, with a million dollars.


With masterpieces like The Magnificent Ambersons, The Lady from Shanghai and Citizen Kane under his belt, most would bow down to his master strokes of direction.
Orson Welles absolutely hated his nose. He once declared it hadn’t “grown one millimeter since infancy,” and he did everything possible to hide his tiny nose from audiences. With a few exceptions, every time Welles stepped in front of a camera, he was wearing a prosthetic nose.


He has an odd affinity for thieves. For example, The Grand Budapest Hotel hinges on the theft of a priceless painting. Fantastic Mr. Fox follows the exploits of a professional bandit. Even Anderson’s first film, Bottle Rocket, centers on three crooks who plan the ultimate heist. Maybe because he once staged a break-in himself.


Best remembered for his Christmas classic It’s a Wonderful Life, Capra also created gems like Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and It Happened One Night. The man won three Oscars and was the highest-paid director in the 1930s. He knew how to make movies. Capra was a big fan of Benito Mussolini. He believed the dictator represented the common man—like many of his own cinematic heroes—and would save Italy from communism. Capra was so enamored with Mussolini that he allegedly hung an oil painting of the dictator in his bedroom.


Coppola isn’t just a successful producer, director, and cafe owner. He’s also a genuine inventor who’s solved a question that’s bedeviled man since the dawn of time: how to scratch an itch on the middle of your back. His solution, A state-of-the-art, specially designed, one-of-a-kind T-shirt, complete with a really cool reptile.


He gave the world Star Wars and successfully booked himself a place in the world history. But the space invader and alien story writer wanted to become a Racer. Yup. He lived and breathed for racing. He loved working in pit crew nut only until 18, when he crashed into a tree.


Before directing films like Gates of Heaven and The Thin Blue Line, Errol Morris was a philosophy student at the University of California, Berkeley. He was planning on writing a PhD on the insanity plea when he became obsessed with Ed Gein. Intrigued by a man he found “naive and appalling,”. Oh BTW Ed Gein is one of the most famous murderers in American history. This Wisconsin killer butchered women, robbed graves, and turned his victims into furniture and freaky articles of clothing. Gein also inspired movies like Psycho and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.


The director’s career is a tragedy. Once a promising director with three hit films, Shyamalan lost his spark and started directing shite like Lady in the Water, The Last Airbender, and After Earth. We can all probably agree M. Night mania started to die in 2004 with the release of The Village and one incredibly bizarre documentary The Buried Secret of M. Night Shyamalan.
According to the three-hour-long documentary, when Shyamalan was 11, he nearly drowned and was technically dead for over 30 minutes. When the boy was resuscitated, he’d developed a “sixth sense” and could speak with the dead. The documentary also featured a strange scene when Shyamalan’s presence causes the microphones and camera to go haywire, like the man was surrounded by some supernatural aura.


The directed critically acclaimed movies like The Treasure of Sierra Madre and The Man Who Would Be King, all while snorkeling in Mexico, riding horses in Ireland, and hunting iguanas. The man had quite a life.

Also, he accidentally killed a woman. The date was September 25, 1933, and Huston was driving down Sunset Boulevard. The light was green, he wasn’t speeding or drunk, and a woman stepped out from between two parked cars.