George Lucas: A Biography. John Baxter
produced educational films; but none of these enterprises showed enough profit to eat into the mountain of personal debt.
When Coppola did occasionally make one of his grand gestures, it had a rueful overtone. He held a reception to coincide with the 1970 San Francisco Film Festival, but when the Lucases received their lavish invitation, Coppola had attached a note: ‘This letter cost $3 to print, type and send to you.’ Such comments were motivated less from self-pity than an amused truculence, a gambler’s wonder at the ways of chance, but they exasperated the people who’d believed in him and his dream of San Francisco as a new movie capital. Lucas and Milius were particularly incensed, since in the break with Warners the studio kept the rights to Apocalypse Now.
Though more than inclined to bear grudges, Lucas didn’t immediately vent his frustrations on Coppola, whom he still regarded as a surrogate elder brother. San Francisco magazine published a full-page composite photographic portrait, one side Lucas, the other Coppola. The spectacles, the watchful eyes behind them, the pursed lips, the black beard, the open-necked shirt were identical.
To some extent, Lucas felt responsible for Coppola. ‘He was constantly jumping off cliffs,’ said Lucas, ‘and I was always shouting, “Don’t do it, you’ll get yourself killed!”’ John Milius too found Coppola even more operatic and admirable in defeat. He and Coppola agreed to give each other a gun when they directed their first movie: ‘Paper is not honorable,’ decreed Milius. ‘The exchange of weapons is honorable.’ They decided to do the same for Lucas after THX, and chose a .22 rifle at Abercrombie & Fitch. ‘Francis went to charge it,’ says Milius, ‘and of course they had cut him off. We went back to Zoetrope, and they were trying to turn the lights off, because he had no money. Francis said, “That doesn’t matter.” Nothing ever changed Francis. He was in debt. He had no money. He had all these people running around, all these hippies, working for him, and all of us, but he was chasing girls … Nothing slowed Francis down. It was no different than when he had money, except there was more of it.’
Lucas kept working on the script of American Graffiti, fumbling through different approaches and combinations of characters. Radio was at the heart of it: ‘Graffiti is an Italian word,’ he explained, ‘meaning a drawing or inscription on walls, glib, funny, immediate. Everybody has a different way of checking out a culture. Some look at clothing, others at cars. My way is to examine rock radio, which is an American graffiti.’ Occasionally he veered off into other aspects of radio, like the old suspense programs such as Inner Sanctum and I Love a Mystery he’d listened to as a boy. Lucas made notes for a possible mystery story set in a radio station. He called it ‘The Radioland Murders’.
In May 1970, the Warners brass demanded to see THX1138. The day before Coppola was to take the first rough copy to Hollywood, Walter Murch screened it for him. ‘Well, it’s either a masterpiece or masturbation,’ Coppola sighed. That night, he called Murch, Matthew Robbins, and cameraman Caleb Deschanel to an emergency meeting. He’d decided the screening would be a disaster, and briefed them accordingly.
In Warners’ Theater ‘A’ next morning were president Ted Ashley, production head John Calley, Richard Lederer, head of marketing, Frank Wells from business affairs, and the studio’s day-to-day liaison man with Zoetrope, Barry Beckerman. As expected, they loathed the film. ‘This isn’t the screenplay we said we were going to do,’ complained one. ‘This isn’t a commercial movie.’ Coppola feigned ignorance: ‘I don’t know what the fuck this is.’ As they walked out of the theater, talk was only of taking the film away from Lucas and recutting it.
Outside, Murch, Robbins, and Deschanel, as ordered by Coppola, were waiting near the foot of Warners’ landmark watertower. As the executives and Coppola emerged from the front door, they burst into the projection box, claiming to be from the studio editorial department, grabbed the film, loaded it into the back of Robbins’s van, and drove away.
Kidnapping the work print only delayed the inevitable. Warners put Fred Weintraub, its ‘youth’ expert, in charge of cutting THX1138, and Frank Wells dictated what should be done. Weintraub was convinced that the Shelldwellers, as the film’s only ‘creatures,’ must appear in the first reel. ‘If you hook the audience in the first ten minutes,’ he told Lucas, ‘they’ll forgive anything. You gotta put your best stuff up front … Put the freaks up front.’
In the midst of these discussions, the original THX1138 4EB, now with the added subtitle Electronic Labyrinth, was included in Take One, three programs of student films, half of them from USC, shown in New York, a fact which gave Lucas a melancholy satisfaction. If the feature version never saw the light of day, at least his first draft would survive.
Lucas and Coppola continued to meet in San Francisco, and to discuss the fate of Zoetrope. To add to its problems, the company was embroiled in a complicated lawsuit brought against local unions by the left-wing film-makers to whom Coppola had incautiously given house room the previous year. They’d formed their own union, and Zoetrope’s productions, such as they were, became the battlefield on which they struggled for jurisdiction. It cost Coppola another $40,000 to extricate himself from the firefight.
Patton brought Coppola numerous offers from Hollywood to script and direct films, but he turned all of them down. The most insistent came from Paramount, who wanted him to film Mario Puzo’s bestselling novel The Godfather. Coppola thought it a potboiler, and refused repeatedly. Eventually Peter Bart, a Paramount staffer and, later, editor of the trade paper Variety, rang one last time.
Lucas was in the office that day, and Coppola, covering the mouthpiece, asked, ‘George, what should I do? Should I make this gangster movie or shouldn’t I?’
‘Francis, we need the money,’ Lucas said. ‘And what have you got to lose?’
While Coppola was away filming The Godfather, Lucas moved into the Zoetrope offices. He was constantly on the phone, setting up American Graffiti and finding editing work for Marcia. None of the calls were on behalf of Zoetrope, so after a few weeks office manager Mona Skarger presented him with a phone bill for $1800. With only $2000 in the bank, Lucas had to borrow the money from his father. He was so angry and humiliated that he shunned the offices and sent Marcia in with the check. Coppola later claimed he hadn’t authorized Skarger to demand payment: ‘I would never have done that to a friend.’ Lucas didn’t believe him. Their friendship inched one step nearer a break, though really it was just another aspect of the general withdrawal from personal relationships which paralleled Lucas’s abandonment of Los Angeles. ‘George feels,’ says Willard Huyck, ‘that he made enough friends at USC, and doesn’t need any more.’
One new friend Lucas did accept was a calm, indeed grave young man a few years older than himself named Gary Kurtz. Kurtz wore his beard even shorter than Lucas’s, and cut it back severely from his chin in a style usually associated with the Amish. In fact, Kurtz was raised as a Mormon, and refused to fight in Vietnam from religious conviction. Having graduated from the USC film school in 1962, he was made a combat cameraman with the Marines and served three years ‘in country.’
Kurtz was the same age as Coppola, whom he knew from their days with Corman, but in his gravity, stability, and morality the direct antithesis. ‘I worked for Roger Corman as a student on lots of little films,’ he says, ‘most of which I can’t even remember the titles of now; some of which we didn’t even know the titles of then. Shooting little bits and pieces. That’s how I met Francis. I was on Dementia 13, his first film. He shot most of it in Ireland but we did little bits of it in Los Angeles.
‘When I got out of the Marines in 1969, I went back to doing a few low-budget films and doing odds and ends, and another friend of mine whom I’d worked with with Roger, Monte Hellman, wanted to do this film, Two Lane Blacktop. We got Universal to buy into it under their under-$1 million-budget program. I went up to talk to Francis about using his Techniscope equipment for Two Lane Blacktop. He said, “We’ve just finished shooting this film on Techniscope. I’ll take you out to meet George, and he’ll show you some of the material on the Steenbeck.” We went out to Mill Valley. George was editing in his attic. He was very gracious. He showed me the footage,