Tom Epperson Leaving Town Late Leaves A Novel of the Big Film Era Behind

Tom Eperson and his wife, Stephanie Ames, will leave town for Santa Fash in early May; Another actress soon left the cinema of the 90s and early 2000s.

For a long time, they’ve been scattered everywhere except Long Island, Palm Springs, DC, Serbia, Los Angeles. The local weather is still nice. But the film industry, if that anachronistic term is still used, has been less friendly to mature, seasoned talents who have mastered the art of making adult films in popular, full-screen, two-hour formats. Many feel it’s better to start somewhere new than to sit at a table at the Brentwood Country Mart and talk about what happened.

Tom’s was never a surname. However, he was known to the executives, producers and directors who first met him as the more subdued half of the writing duo commonly known as “Tom and Billy”. Solitude was very important in the 1990s. Tom and Bill were there too, but you never talked about it without each other. “Billy” was and is Billy Bob Thornton, who eventually created a separate career as an actor, director, musician, singer, and celebrity.

Tommy remained a writer, earning credit for some well-remembered films, often from Bill. a wrong move, family businessY ᲡGift. He is a good craftsman. Even scripts that were never created for promising biographies of Otis Redding and Merle Haggard had a professional aura that was somewhat evident in the first five pages of a serious script.

Those who worked with Tom and Bill never got into their process. Billy was so cunning that he never told the story twice in front of the same person, including a tribe. Tommy made sense for himself, but he wasn’t about to put up with silly thoughts. I once saw the famous actor sitting quietly as his manager asked for a final polish to add some thoughts that were remarkably aligned with the fundamental principles of Scientology.

“Well Tom, can you do that?” the manager asked.

“No,” said Tom, wearing glasses throughout the meeting as I recall.

Without explanation. Undisputed. Just no.” The supposed financier of the film who was there slammed the table so hard that he bottomed out.it was a good meetingsigh.

Although I only met Tom and Billy in the 1990s while working with Robert Duvall and his lieutenant Brad Wilson on the Haggard project, I found little synchronicity between the two. We are roughly the same age. If I remember correctly we arrived in Los Angeles around the same time, they were from Arkansas in 1982, I from Detroit via San Francisco. The three of us were pretty spoiled, and as we later found out, we were living in a dilapidated flat in a building or two in the Palms area to see what would happen to a Sony plot. Finding nothing better, we ate and drank in the same local restaurant at DB Cooper’s, but we never met. Fifteen years later, we are finally at the frenzy of our cinema, within the walls of Sony.

Tom and Stephanie bought a nicer Culver City home on the other side of the plot. In the end, he returned to what he always wanted to do: writing novels.

His last word ᲘBelieveis about a screenwriter who shows up out of the blue, but ends up somewhere in Hollywood’s terrible and glorious blizzard, just like a few years ago. The book is so funny. But it’s also painfully familiar, enough to make me wonder if those of us who have spent decades of our lives in the late glory film business are wasting our time in a dying culture.

Tommy says no. Summing up the good parts of the email: “I’ve made some movies that I’m proud of. He expanded the horizons of a small town in LA, Arkansas. I met people from all over the country and the world, including many wonderful people. ”

Also, the material ᲘBelieve.

Yes, Tom and Stephanie are leaving next month. But they still left a good book.