2Another influence that led to the writing of the screenplay was what was going on in mylife. I had just finished writing a screenplay that was meant to be a commercial script. Itwasn’t, by virtue of the fact that no one paid (or has paid) me for it. I had writtensomething that my heart wasn’t into and found out I’d sold my soul for nothing. It was adecent script, but it’s very formulaic (in the “instigating incident on page 10” sense). Atthe same time, my girlfriend was working around the clock, and we had just decided toget married. So in a feverish 6 day period, I wrote the first draft of Honey. It was theantidote to all that was going on in my life. It exorcised the anger I felt, the fear of commitment, the fear of being alienated and abandoned by the person I love and trust themost, stuff I wasn’t even in touch with. I would write something down and say, “GoodLord. What the hell was that, and where did it come from?” It was scary butexhilarating, because I wasn’t trying to make it any particular thing, neither David Lynchnor Steven Spielberg. It was liberating because I willfully ignored all the “rules” thatmake most screenplays totally artificial and completely predictable. It had unfamiliarrhythms to it. It was work reading it. Not everything was spelled out in it. And I really,really liked it—so much so that, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t give a shit whatother people thought of it. I still don’t.So, what’s it about, you ask? Honey is an almost unpitchable film, because the wholereason I wrote it was in reaction to pitchable films. There’s no high concept to it (or, asin the typical indie film, a high concept that can be brought in with a cheap budget).There’s no clear-cut story with a smooth, regular arc to it. But it ain’t Hiroshima MonAmour, either. What it’s about, really, is how crazy things can be. How you can reachthis point with another person where they’ve hurt you and you’ve hurt them and you’reboth thinking, “My God, I didn’t know I was capable of doing that to someone, and Ididn’t know I was capable of withstanding that from someone”, and yet you don’t justrun away because sometimes you have nowhere else to go. It’s about finding out for thefirst time that love is damned hard, that it takes a lot of work and a lot of courage in theface of signs that tell you to turn around and run away. It’s about that moment whenyou’re waiting for the other person to turn the other cheek and they get mad becausethey’re thinking, “I’ll be damned if I’m going to do it after all you’ve done to me—youturn the other cheek”—and then you get angry because you feel that way and can’t he/shesee that they’re really the ones in the wrong. It’s that moment when something breaksand you’re both waiting for the other to clean it up because each of you is sure that youcleaned it up last time and isn’t it just like him/her to always expect you to makeeverything better. It takes you through the moment where most films leave off, askingthe question, “Is the realization enough?” In the average Nora Ephron film, the movie isabout the characters’struggle to realize something, but once the realization comes it’scrystal clear that they need to act and that they need to do particular things to achievehappiness. Honey is about the way it feels in (my) life, the questions you have after theepiphany—is the realization right, or is it another delusion masquerading as truth? Do Ihave the courage to go through with it if it is the truth? And what if I go through with it,and that’s not enough?Stylistically, I wanted to focus on small moments—by that I mean, the large momentsthat appear small. I wanted the film to key you to noticing the little but telling details in
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