In Memoriam—Paul Mazursky
I am on a plane to Seattle and minutes ago fired up the in-flight Internet to write some observations about Dinesh D'Souza's America, which I saw last night, when I received word via email that one of my closest friends and mentor -- the great writer/director Paul Mazursky -- had died, probably when I was driving to the Burbank airport. Dinesh will have to wait.
There are tears in my eyes as I write this because no man had as great a professional effect on me -- a professional effect that was deeply personal as well, because collaborating with Paul, as I did on several screenplays, was always an adventure of the most intimate sort, sharing endless stories and emotions that would go into our scripts.
I had seen Paul only yesterday in his hospital bed at Cedars Sinai. (I am grateful to our mutual friend David Freeman for informing me he was there.) He did not look good and I wondered if he would ever get out. I tried to engage him in conversation. It was difficult. Paul, normally the most garrulous of men, could barely talk. But we chatted a bit about Enemies, A Love Story -- the most successful movie we co-wrote and he directed -- and he reminded me that Isaac Singer, the author of the novel, had liked the film. We also talked of the trip we took together with some friends, trekking in the Himalayas to get as far as we could from the premiere of Scenes from a Mall, a less successful effort.
Paul, of course, made over a dozen fine movies, including Next Stop Greenwich Village, Harry and Tonto, and Down and Out in Beverly Hills. We all have our favorites. But at a time like this I choose to remember Paul the man, not the auteur who has been called, reductively I think, the "West Coast Woody Allen."
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