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hwp My Own Private Idaho was first shown at the Venice Film Festival
in 1991. The cast includes:
MIKE WATERS River Phoenix
SCOTT FAVOR Keanu Reeves
RICHARD WATERS James Russo
BOB PIGEON William Reichert
GARY Rodney Harvey
CARMELLA Chiara Caselli
DIGGER Michael Parker
DENISE Jessie Thomas
BUDD Flea
ALENA Grace Zabriskie
JACK FAVOR Tom Troupe
HANS Udo Kier
JANE LIGHTWORK Sally Curtice
WALT Robert Lee Pitchlynn
DADDY CARROLL Mickey Cottrell
WADE Wade Evans
Directors of Photography Eric Alan Edwards
John Campbell
Editor Curtiss Clayton
Production Designer David Brisbin
Costume Designer Beatrix Aruna Pasztor
Music Bill Stafford
Executive Producer Gus Van Sant
Co-executive Producer Allan Mindel
Producer Laurie Parker
Screenplay Gus Van Sant
Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare
Director Gus Van Sant
Produced by New Line Cinema
VIEWS OF THE CITY OF Portland Oregon digressing into the seedy
areas of the small city.
ARCADES, and yellow storefronts, of PORNOGRAPHIC BOOKSHOPS.
A FEW YOUNG MEN LOITER IN FRONT OF ONE OF THE BOOKSHOPS
SOLICITOUSLY AND EYE A CUSTOMER.
WHO ENTERS THE BOOXSHOP.
INSIDE, WE SEE:
Counters displaying COLORFUL COMIC-LIKE plastic covered MAGAZINE
and BOOK COVERS with names like HONCHO - BUTCH - JOYBOY.
INDICATING A Homoerotic section of the bookshop.
GROUPS OF MEN loiter about the magazine shop flipping through the
books and disappearing in and out of curtained doors.
THE COUNTERMAN is on the phone.
Next to him is a particularly interesting YOUNG MAN on the cover
of one of the magazines - a bright yellow background, jeans open
two buttons on the top, shirtless wearing a black cowboy hat.
This character is named SCOTT.
FULL VIEW of the MAGAZINE cover as Scott comes to life - and
talks to us.
SCOTT
I never thought I could be a real
model, you know fashion-shit,
cause Im better at full body
stuff It.8 okay so long as the
photographer doesnt come on to
you and expect something for no
pay Im trying to make a living,
you know, and I like to be
professional Course if the guy
wants to pay me, then shit/yeah.
Here I am for him. Ill sell my
ass, I do it on the street all the
time for cash. And Ill be on the
cover of a book. Its when you
start doing it for free that you
start to grow wings, Right, Mike?
ACROSS THE AISLE ON ANOTHER SHELF IS ANOTHER COVER OF A MAGAZINE,
AND ANOTHER YOUNG MAN ON THE COVER STARTS TO MOVE AND SPEAK,
ADDRESSING SCOTT.
This character is named MIKE. (MIKE SHOULD BE DIFFERENT FROM
SCOTT, MIKE SHOULD BE BLOND AND SCOTT SHOULD BE BROWN HAIRED,
ALTHOUGH BOTH POSSESS A CERTAIN PAINFUL DOWN AND OUT HANDSOMENESS
OF A STREET HUSTLER.)
MIKE
What are you talking about? What
wings?
SCOTT
Wings, man, you grow Wings and
become a FAIRY
MIKE
I aint no fairy.
ANOTHER COVERBOY INTERRUPS MIKE AND SCOTTS DISCUSSION, BUTTING
IN.
COVERBOY
He aint saying you is a fairy;
faggot, hes saying that if you go
working for free then you has no
choice, you turn into a fairy,
with wings and all. Thats all he
mean, dunk.
MIKE (to Scott)
Well, nevertheless, what do you
care about doing stuff for free or
for money, shit Youre going to
inherit a hunch of money, you
might as well do it for free.
COVERBOY
Is that right, sweetie?
OTHER COVERBOYS PERK UP AND START FLIRTING WITH SCOTT
COVERBOY 2
How much is a bunch of money;
honey?
COVERBOY 3
What are you doing on the cover of
that magazine, slumming?
Scott listens to all of them then looks back at Mike. Mike
smiles.
SCOTT
(to us)
Actually, Im on the street to
settle a bet with my goddamned
stone-faced old man. Ive decided to
live away from home for three years.
To prove a point. That I can live on
my own. And to appreciate the value
of a dollar. And Mike is right,
there, I am going to inherit money.
A lot of money
IdAho
The desert in the daytime.
MIKE enters the frame in front of a blue sky filled with white
clouds. He has a Texaco gas station attendants shirt on with a
name tag that reads: BILL (not Mike, his name).
The clouds are puffy against a deep blue sky. The road is red.
Purple mountains surround Mike on all sides far in the distance,
ten miles away. Mike looks in front of him at a long stretch of
road that disappears into the horizon.
Mike looks at his wristwatch on his arm. He times how long it
takes to walk ten steps down the road.
Ten seconds. He glances back at a duffel bag. The duffel bag
falls over.
Mike looks at the picturesque sights surrounding him. A wind
sends a tumbleweed into the air. He takes ten steps back to his
duffle bag and checks watch again.
The sun is now setting.
MIKE
(to himself)
You can always tell where you are by
the way the road looks. Like I Just
know that I been to this place
before. I Just know that I been
stuck here like this one fuckin
time before, you know that?
ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD A JACKRABBIT IS LISTENING TO HIM.
MIKE
There aint no other road on earth
that looks like this road. I mean,
exactly like this road. (sniffs)
One of a kind.
