As far as unlikely friendships go, the kinship between Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit fame, and John Travolta of dead possum-wearing fame, is not something I would have ever predicted (mostly because to predict such a thing would mean I’d have to have thought of Fred Durst at least one single time since 1996). Fred’s a movie director now, apparently such a great one that John previously proclaimed that working with Fred was the highlight of his professional career. That collaboration is finally seeing the light of day. During a press junket for the film previously called Moose, now called The Fanatic, John proved his bona fides as a super fan by gushing about how Fred “blew his mind” with his auteurism.
Normally I’d assume that John’s just being professional by blowing smoke up his ass, but I don’t think Scientologists are allowed to do that. According to Blabber Mouth:
Travolta recently said that Durst approached him with the idea of being in the film.
“I didn’t know Fred could write this well, I didn’t know he could direct as well, and he blew my mind,” he told 11 Alive. “He knew this guy Moose that’s actually loosely based on a real guy and he wrote it with me in mind. He just knew I could portray this guy.”
Travolta said that Durst would ask him questions about his character to prep him for his role behind the scenes.
“He would ask me questions about Moose,” Travolta said. “‘How are you doing today, Moose? Did you run into anybody? What do you think of so-and-so?’ And he would ask me two or three minutes of improvisation and I feel it and, bam, we start filming.”
Is it possible that it took FRED DURST to introduce John to the concept of method acting? I mean he worked with Nicolas Cage for crying out loud! At any rate, this movie looks like a train wreck. Fred’s 2007 feature debut, The Education Of Charlie Banks, “was produced for $5 million but earned only $15,000 at the box office.” And lord knows which alien overlord John fucked over because his last few outings have been laughably bad. In his most recent movie, The Poison Rose (0% on RT), the only thing worse than the chicken fried southern accents, is the criminally atrocious wig work. And I thought John had moved past all that and was thinking more clearly having cleared the way for the heat to escape his head!
Here’s John proving he’s Fred’s #1 fanatic.