I just read an article in Slate about how, back in 1984, a science-fiction comedy film was made called Nothing Lasts Forever. It was directed by Tom Schiller, who had been a writer on SNL. The cast included some of the big stars at the time, including Bill Murray of course.
Update: We originally had an embedded video of the movie posted here, but it appears that the Warner Bros. had YouTube take it down. At any rate, here’s a link to the trailer.
Last night, I was fortunate enough to attend an advance screening of The Grand Budapest Hotel, Wes Andersonâ€™s latest. The film stars Ralph Fiennes and, true to form, has an extensive cast that includes regulars Edward Norton, Tilda Swinton, Adrien Brody, and, of course, Bill Murray.
Iâ€™m not a critic or what have you, so Iâ€™ll keep this short and sweet â€“ the movie is excellent and you should see it. If youâ€™ve seen it already, then there is a good chance that, like me, you want to see it again.
So this really isn’t a story (at least not the kind we normally post here) but it’s a decent segue into a clip of one of my favorite movie scenes, so I figure what the hell…
Today was beautiful out, so I decided to do some yard work, get some sun, and enjoy a couple beers. Eventually I ended up at the Home Depot for a few things, as people doing yard work are wont to do. So I’m there in the garden section, deciding what kind of grass seed to get.
I’m standing next to an older woman who is also perusing the seed selection â€“ and believe me, it really is a selection. I figured there would be like two options, but instead there are dozens of kinds; way too many choices for someone who doesn’t know a thing about grass. The woman standing next to me says something to that effect and I nod in agreement.
Then without even really thinking, I start to half-mumble, “I’m looking for a hybrid, something like a Kentucky blue grass/Northern California sinsemilla”.
“Is that good for shaded areas?” she asks.
“Oh yeah, and you could play like 18 holes on it. It’s a little harsh, though.”
Earlier this week, I realized that Bill Murray Storieshas now been online for over two years. I originally started this site on a whim, a few days after a conversation with some friends about the “Bill Murray story phenomenon“, which I had not heard of at the time.
For a while, we would tell stories about “something crazy that just happened the other day” or “years ago when I was on vacation with my family…” They would all invariably involve Bill Murray doing something crazy, although none of them was true. When I started this site, all of the stories I wrote were also untrue. I have never met or seen the man in person.
After a while, I got tired of writing them. After all, how long can a person write fictional stories about a real person doing crazy things in real life? Writing even one story and creating a website around that idea is, in and of itself, a fairly odd concept. Then again, this is the internet, right?
Around the time I stopped writing these stories, people began sending them in. I would occasionally read stories about Bill Murray doingunbelievablethingsfor real and think “if they hadn’t gotten a picture, I never would believe it“. As readers of this site continued sending in their own stories, I realized that many of them seem plausible.
But which Bill Murray stories are true? The answer is that I don’t know and, in the end, isn’t that the point? I have come to realize that, in its own weird way, this site is a Bill Murray fan site. Yes, he is a renowned actor and skilled comedian, but I get the impression he is also a personable and unpretentious guy. I am sure he has worked hard (to say the least) to be where he is, and the day-to-day must be tough sometimes, but he does it in style. He is BillfuckingMurray, he knows it, and it seems like he has fun with it – while making it look effortless. Isn’t that the true definition of a legend?
In addition to the many stories that have been submitted (which I will be posting over the next couple of weeks), I also received a link to a real Bill Murray Story, as told at a West Chester Story Slam event (thanks Jim). I think watching and hearing someone tell his or her story makes it that much better, so I thought I’d share.