Shoutout to the Dickbag Who Leaked the Script for Quentin Tarantino's New Movie That He Probably Won't Make Now
FD - Quentin Tarantino feels betrayed. Someone close to the director has done the unthinkable and leaked the script to his upcoming Western, The Hateful Eight, and now the film will have to be known as the postponed Western. Tarantino felt the knife in his back when his agent, Mike Simpson, started receiving calls from other agents who were trying to get their clients cast in the film’s smaller roles, according to Deadline, and that’s when Tarantino knew that one of the six people who had received a copy of the first draft of The Hateful Eight had dicked him over.
“I’m very, very depressed,” Tarantino said. “I finished a script, a first draft, and I didn’t mean to shoot it until next winter, a year from now. I gave it to six people, and apparently it’s gotten out today.” (Via Deadline)
“I gave it to one of the producers on Django Unchained, Reggie Hudlin, and he let an agent come to his house and read it,” Tarantino said. “That’s a betrayal, but not crippling because the agent didn’t end up with the script. There is an ugly maliciousness to the rest of it. I gave it to three actors: Michael Madsen, Bruce Dern, Tim Roth. The one I know didn’t do this is Tim Roth. One of the others let their agent read it, and that agent has now passed it on to everyone in Hollywood. I don’t know how these fucking agents work, but I’m not making this next. I’m going to publish it, and that’s it for now. I give it out to six people, and if I can’t trust them to that degree, then I have no desire to make it. I’ll publish it. I’m done. I’ll move on to the next thing. I’ve got 10 more where that came from.”
While I’m mad at whichever one of those good for nothing pieces of crocodile poop leaked his script, I’m also confused about what actually leaked. A few agents and actors in Hollywood read it, but that’s about it. The rest of us nice, good people in the entire rest of the world didn’t see it. So I think it’d still be okay for him to make it. Don’t punish me for what some dickhead in Hollywood did before he did a line of coke out off a hooker’s asshole.
And I don’t know how Tarentino can write a full movie, especially one that he really, really likes, and then not publish it. I fundamentally don’t understand it. Because I can’t even write a blog about toilets in Sochi and not publish it, but he can write award winning movies and throw them away just to spite a few people. So I guess that’s the one thing that separates us as writers.
