By Krash Enigma or a nigra? You decide! Clearly Toback was under the spell of, among other things, 1968s quasi-fictional masterwork A Fans Notes--Frederick Exleys worshipful, alcoholic ode to famed footballer Frank Gifford, which, for all the authors groupie-like fixation on Gifford, is cold and clinically distant when compared to the heavy-breathing interracial suckjob that is Jim. And although Exley would expire of multiple alcohol-related diseases--almost
30 years later, an astonishingly Tobackian scenario would unfold as
Frank Gifford found himself entrapped by The Globe tabloid with his
hand in the nookie jar--followed asynchronistically by Norman Mailers
sons betrothal to Donald Trumps former mistress in what
the New York Post, dated April 8, 1999, summarized thusly: ...Marla
Maples has a new man in her life... Michael Mailer, [wife-stabbing]
author Norman Mailer's filmmaker son. The pair met a few months ago
when Marla was shooting James Toback's Black & White,' which
Michael Mailer is co-producing. Since then they've been nearly inseparable,
and can frequently be seen canoodling.... Concluded Toback, according to the New York Post, dated September 28, 1998, "This is the most original movie ever made.” Either that--or an egregious instance of Jim Crow. Is the jig up for Toback? Stay tuned. Brandy's Fling With James Toback Brandy Alexandre writes: Since you mention Jim Toback on your site, here's a heavily edited excerpt from my book "Shot-on-Video: Everything You Wanted To Know About a Life in Porn and a Few Things You Didn't." Remember this is before porn... ______ I didn't have sex with Jim Toback in the traditional way. He was the writer and director for Beatty's rotten movie, The Pick-up Artist. I struck up a conversation with him and mentioned I wanted to be a production assistant. He invited me to the Shangri-la in Santa Monica to "discuss" the possibility. Always willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt, I went. He talked about actresses who f--- their way into the work they get, using Tanya Roberts, as an example. (Of course I don't know if that's true, but having seen her work I can believe it.) He was apparently leading up to the suggestion I take the same approach, even if I was only looking for grunt work. It wouldn't have been entirely out of the question; there were many directors I had met with whom I would gladly have a quickie--like John Landis, Peter Weir, Taylor Hackford, Sydney Pollack--just not Jim Toback. He started to get a little touchy-feely, but, sensing my unease, told me he wasn't interested in sex. All he wanted was for me to pinch his nipples while he played with my boobs and ground his crotch against me. I obliged; it was all pretty harmless. Besides, if that's all he wanted, and if it would get me some work, why not? Messy for him, clean for me. The guy got off in his undies and I never even took off my clothes. I left my phone number with him and he promised to keep me in mind when his next project came around. I bet you can guess how that turned out. XXXInsider: Hey--I've got something for you on that Brandy Alexandre-Jim Toback story. I don't know if you are getting this, but I have hard her tell the exact same story aobut Ivan Reitman (Ghostbusters, Twins, Dave) and John Sigleton (Boyz N The Hood). I seriously doubt that all three of these guys wanted to have their nipples clamped or whatever. Writer Joanne Parrent writes in the editor's introduction to the book "You'll Never Make Love in This Town Again": "...A year or so later, I was coming out of the Writers' Guild building when James Toback, a writer-director (Gambler, Bugsy), approached me, introduced himself, and asked if I was an actress. I said I had studied acting. (I had started to write dramatic films now and thought studying acting would be helpful.) He asked me if I was free for lunch. He wanted to talk to me about a role in a script he had just written. He thought I would be perfect for it... "At lunch, he asked me a "philosophical" question--would I sleep with someone for a million dollars? I later learned that this question preoccupies many men in Hollywood--the glamorized male-fantasy film "Indecent Proposal" was certainly a product of this widespread preoccupation. I was also later to hear the joke that when a woman answers "yes" to the million dollar question, then the guy says, "Well, will you sleep with me for five dollars?" Indignant, the woman says, "No! I'm not a whore!" He smiles and, in typical Hollywooddeal-making style, says, "We already established that you're a whore. Now, we're just negotiating the price." "Back to my lunch with Toback, I didn't take the bait. I told him I wouldn't sleep with a guy I didn't want to sleep with even for a million dollars. I wondered what this stupid question had to do with his script. Nothing, it turned out. But he did ask me to read the script he'd written and meet with him later. It had to be today because he was going back to New York tomorrow. That bait I took. I read the script.... "I met Toback again later that afternoon...Toback told me I was perfect for the lead in this movie. If the studio wouldn't agree to let me play the lead, he promised, then I could at least have the role of the second female lead...I agreed to go back to Toback's house to "run lines" from the script with him. It wasn't long, however, before this "audition" became more like a scene from a soft-porn movie. Toback suddenly grabbed my thigh and stuck his other hand into his pants, clutching his little hard thing, moaning and pulling it out. I jumped up and told him I was leaving. He reluctantly put his penis back in his pants, apologized, and then tried to get my sympathy by telling me that he was sexually abused as a child by an older man. I suggested that he see a therapist and was soon out of there, grateful that he hadn't tried to use force." Tim Evanson writes on RAME 04/00: James Toback's "Black and White" just opened in theaters. It's a film about race relations in America (broadly). However, according to the April issue of "Brill's Content" magazine (http://www.brillscontent.com), the film has been censored because it contains an inter-racial sex scene. In one scene, a black man, black woman and white woman are in a park. The black man -- a rapper (he's played by a rapper, but I don't know which one) with a muscular body -- has no shirt on, and he faces the black woman. The black woman opens her shirt, exposing her breasts and rubbing them against the black man's chest. As the two black people kiss, the black man plays with the black woman's breasts and nipples. The black man undresses the black woman, so her pants fall around her ankles. The white woman stands behind the black woman. The white woman opens her shirt, too, and rubs her breasts against the black woman's back. (Notice the lesbian theme.) Suddenly the white woman reaches down (just below the frame), and her hand and arm begin moving back and forth suddenly. The idea is that the black man's huge penis has been thrust between the black woman's legs, and is sticking out behind the black woman. The white woman is masturbating him. After more kissing, more breasts rubbing on backs, and more masturbation, the black man cums. According to "Brill's", the MPAA demanded that the scene be re-cut so that the white woman's arm and hand movements are not conspicuous. The idea is not that sex in a public place is bad. The idea is not that lesbian sex is bad. The idea is that black people having sex is bad. The MPAA found it objectionable that a white woman "submit" and be "forced" to masturbate a black man to orgasm in a public place. Toback fought the MPAA, says the magazine, but eventually gave in. The frame of the movie has been cut and blown back up to fill the screen. The white woman's arm movements are not very noticeable now. (It is, however, obvious that the black man cums. Of course, now viewers will be left with the impression that he's f---ing the black woman and came inside her.) JonLee replies: I saw that movie, and I'm black. Whether that scene was censored or uncensored, I don't give a damn. It sounds like you're just trying to create hype to get people to read that magazine or see that movie. All I know is that I don't recommend anyone wasting their time or money going to see that flick, unless they want a cure for insomnia. Boring stuff.
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