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KAnbAr AWArd<br />
JAMEs TObACK<br />
The Kanbar Award for excellence in screenwriting<br />
acknowledges the crucial role that strong<br />
screenwriting plays in the creation of great films.<br />
FEsTivAL sCREENiNg<br />
Tyson<br />
PREviOus RECiPiENTs<br />
2008 Peter Morgan<br />
2007 Robert Towne<br />
2006 Jean-Claude Carrière<br />
2005 Paul Haggis<br />
40<br />
This coming November, James Toback will be 65, and<br />
entitled to social security benefits. I mention that because<br />
in our lengthy friendship, he used to promise me that he<br />
was not going to get past 40. In 1978, when we first met—<br />
the moment of the opening of his first picture, Fingers—<br />
there were reasons for thinking his prediction would come<br />
true. To be blunt, he was living at every extreme he could<br />
get his hands on. There were women, there were gambling<br />
debts (and the occasional win), there was a lot of alcohol<br />
and there was Jim’s constant and ferocious humor about<br />
everything being doomed, so let’s get on with it<br />
He was a wild and dangerous character, and Fingers was<br />
a debut film that horrified and alarmed many people. It<br />
was visceral in its sense of psychic nakedness—remember<br />
Harvey Keitel crouching in the corner like a feral creature<br />
on the run. It was greedily sexual—recollect Tanya Roberts<br />
and Tisa Farrow. And it was a menacing portrait of<br />
blackness—just consider the presence of Jim Brown, the<br />
great running back, who had taken Toback into his home<br />
and his inner circle as Toback attempted to map out the<br />
parameters of risk. (This actually led to a book by Toback—<br />
called Jim.)<br />
At that time, Toback looked like a vagrant force in<br />
mainstream cinema: He had written The Gambler for<br />
Karel Reisz; he was attached to Warren Beatty as friend,<br />
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By David Thomson<br />
adviser and role model; he had other scripts out with<br />
major directors—George Cukor, for one, who was about<br />
to direct Faye Dunaway in Jim’s script on the life of<br />
Victoria Woodhull.<br />
But times changed, the movie landscape shifted and Jim<br />
survived. There are projects that defy belief (and do not<br />
always earn it on screen)—like Exposed, with Rudolph<br />
Nureyev and Nastassja Kinski, fabulous creatures but<br />
hardly existing in the same world or in exchanged dreams.<br />
Jim was a director or a filmmaker, yet he was always<br />
writing scripts, sometimes three at a time, a ploy that<br />
assisted his reluctance to actually finish or deliver anything.<br />
But life was giddy then when Jim was likely to call and<br />
read you a passage from a script over the phone (a pay<br />
phone at the same Manhattan intersection)—so long as<br />
you could accommodate the interlude in which he chatted<br />
up a woman passing by (that interruption was probably<br />
going to be embraced in the next draft of the script). Jim<br />
was a Harvard man, who loved the melodrama of public<br />
phones. He was a musical fanatic, so long as you knew<br />
that Mahler and the Chiffons were equally valid.<br />
His career has been unpredictable—he has a selfdestructive<br />
streak, no matter how many people felt urged<br />
to help his jazzy voice. He is not just “independent,” in that