When he finished his press-up demonstration, I complemented him on his still youthful appearance. Jerry was a lovable, crazy, mixed-up, kind-hearted soul. H e was 58 when he died, but was still the biggest kid in the world. Several of these t-shirts were on display, as was his painting kit. He would ask people what their favorite cartoon character was, and then show up with a hand-painted t-shirt featuring the animated figure. I remembered a similar experience when I recorded our podcast interview with him.Īt the funeral, Cathy was wearing a t-shirt that Jerry had made for her. He was incapable of sitting still, talked manically, ran around the room, binged on Oreos, and paused for a moment only to dry-hump her as she took notes. Jerry’s sister, Linda, held everything together, generous in greeting and thanking everyone individually who was in attendance.Īpart from Cathy Tavel, the co-writer of Jerry’s 1989 tell-all autobiography, Raw Talent, no one from the adult film industry was there.Ĭathy remembered that interviewing Jerry was like trying lasso a wild horse with freshly-cooked spaghetti. Former hockey player friends, broad-shouldered, taciturn, granite-like men in their 50s, shook their heads quietly. Family members sat with friends in near silence. It was inoperable.Īt the funeral, there was a sense of bewilderment. There the doctors found that the cancer had spread throughout his body, including his pancreas. He wasn’t badly injured, but he was taken to hospital for routine tests. Then, a few months later, he was knocked off his bike. Last Thursday, I drove out to his funeral in Brooklyn, and his death didn’t make sense to anyone there either.Īpparently he’d had a tumor removed successfully a while ago. He’d call breathlessly from the gym (Me: “Jerry, what on earth are you doing?” Jerry: “I’m benching 250!”), or with his mouth full (Me: “Jerry, what on earth are you doing?” Jerry: “Cheese and ham omelette with fries!”) Thereafter I’d hear from Jerry on a regular basis. As I approached to greet him, he shouted, “Hey, do you wanna see my beaver?” as he threw a stuffed beaver towards me before I could answer. He’d traveled across Brooklyn on his bike (he traveled everywhere on his bike), and arrived almost two hours early for our meeting. Jerry’s only complaint that day was that I wasn’t filming the interview. I know a losing bet when I see one, and so declined. I first met him a few years ago, and within minutes he was stripped down to the waist to show me his physique, before dropping to the floor and challenging me to a press-up contest. It makes no sense, because there was no one more full of life than Jerry Butler. Margold claimed that Tarantino was obsessed with Hollywood Press and LA Xpress for 30 years, but he himself has admitted to hating Tarantino's movies.Jerry Butler passed away last week. In the final years of his life, Margold had his own blog where he mentioned how Tarantino was an avid fan of his film criticsm. Tarantino has, more or less, admitted that Sheldon is based on William Marigold - who he brings up in his book “Cinema Speculation” during the chapter on Paul Schrader’s “Hardcore”. This made-up character is said to be a critic for the Hollywood Press (a cheap 70's porno magazine that featured mainstream movie criticism). Tarantino’s writings under the pseudonym of Jim Sheldon on the New Beverly website have gone totally under the radar. I do have an idea of somebody I can imagine doing it really well” It’ll definitely be a new leading man for me. “I haven’t decided yet but it’s going to be somebody in the 35 year old ball park. He says Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt are too old for the part. It wasn’t clear for a while but now I’ve done some more research and I think it was it was complications due to alcoholism. He wrote like he was 55 but he was only in his early to mid-30s. It’s based on a guy who really lived, but was never really famous, and he used to write movie reviews for a porno rag. The intel goes along well with what we reported a month ago: that the film is based on ‘70s porn magazine critic William Marigold. More is revealed about his upcoming “The Movie Critic.” Deadline has the details on Quentin Tarantino at Cannes.
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