Pour Hollywood mourrir à 30 ans en artiste maudit/incompris/mal dans sa peau... c'est déjà suffisant pour en tirer qqch et effectivement en rentrant dans les détails on trouve toujours une histoire à raconter ou à monter en épingle.
En attendant de voir cette improbable bio l'article du NYT souligne la difficulté d'adapter une histoire quand ceux qui en ont les droits sont trop attachés émotionnellement au sujet principal. C'est le cas des biopic comme des adaptations au sens large.
At first, Ms. Guibert said, she turned away the writers and producers who asked for the right to tell her son’s story. But Mr. Pitt tempted her by helping her set up an archive of Mr. Buckley’s music and writings, including diaries and audio journals that he had recorded on cassette.
Once Mr. Pitt had Ms. Guibert’s blessing to develop a film, he hired Emma Forrest, a British novelist and journalist, to write a screenplay in the vein of the 1979 Bette Midler film “The Rose.” After all, there had been speculation that Mr. Buckley’s death was not an accident, that drugs, alcohol, or perhaps some form of mental illness had played a role.
But Ms. Guibert rejected Ms. Forrest’s two drafts.
“Her immediate response to the first draft was, ‘No, my son didn’t take drugs, he never suffered from depression,’ ” Ms. Forrest said. It was a question of competing truths, she added. Ms. Guibert’s recollections of her son differed from those of Mr. Buckley’s friends, interviewed by Ms. Forrest. Ms. Forrest said she wanted to explore the nature of genius and mine the links between music and emotional disintegration, but Ms. Guibert wanted none of it.