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						| June 17, 2017 |  
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						| Indie gets picked up by Starz |  
						| Vertical Entertainment has acquired the U.S. rights to 
Camille Thoman’s NEVER HERE, starring Mireille 
Enos, Sam Shepard, Goran Visnjic, Vincent Piazza, Nina Arianda, Ana Nogueira, 
and Desmin Borges. The suspense thriller will have its world premiere screening 
at the Los Angeles Film Festival on June 18th, with a day-and-date theatrical 
release scheduled for the fourth quarter of 2017, followed by an exclusive 
premium pay TV debut and run on the STARZ channels and services, including the 
new STARZ app, in early 2018. "We’re thrilled to be partnering with Starz and the Never 
Here team to bring this incredibly visceral film to audiences," Vertical 
co-president Rich Goldberg said in a statement. "Camille’s distinct vision 
threads an especially unique story that calls for active participation from 
every viewer." |  
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						| June 5, 2017 |  
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						| Inspired by Shepard's poetry |  
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backstory to Karen Elson’s new album "Double Roses" has a 
connection to our playwright. The U.K. native, an international supermodel for 
two decades, says a significant contribution to her second album comes from Sam 
Shepard. A passage from his book "Motel Chronicles" served as the inspiration 
behind the album name, and his poetry also gives the title track its resonance. 
To secure permission to use the excerpt, Elson received a little help from Patti 
Smith, who encouraged Elson to reach out. "I wrote a letter and gave it to her, 
and she gave it to him, and he gave me permission, and then I gave him cowrite 
on the song," says Elson. "I’m pretty stoked to have a cowrite with Sam Shepard. 
I mean, come on, that’s amazing! I don't know how I managed to get away with 
it." |  
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						| "Here", "Never Here" or "You Were Never Here" |  
						| Whatever the title of Camille Thoman's debut feature 
film, the psychological thriller will  premiere at the LA Film Festival on 
June 18th. Shot around NYC in the fall of 2014, it stars Mireille Enos, Goran 
Visnjic, Vincent Piazza, Nina Arianda and Sam as agent Paul Stark. The synopsis 
reads - "After a woman is attacked outside of her apartment, a series of 
increasingly disturbing events leads an artist (Enos), who follows and 
photographs strangers, to suspect that someone out there is actually watching 
her. As she encroaches on her suspected intruder (Visnjic), her agent (Shepard) 
and cop/lover (Piazza) begin to think she is taking things too far with her 
personal investigation. Events spiral out of control and boundaries bleed 
between real and imaginary...crime and art...the watcher and watched." 
 
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						| Enthusiastic Cheer! (from "The Frog Prince") |  
						| I recently discovered that this web site was respectfully 
referenced in Shannon Blake Sheldon's 2016 book titled "The Late Work of Sam 
Shepard". After 12 years of continuous effort, it is gratifying to be recognized 
as an important online source of Shepard's work. 
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						| April 10, 2017 |  
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						| A disappearing act |  
						| The Magic Theatre's 50th anniversary gala event 
honoring our playwright was held on Friday evening with Sam a no-show. Well, he 
did at least send actor Ed Harris who read a heartfelt handwritten message from 
him. I'm afraid these are the end days and we may never see a public appearance 
again.  |  
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						| April 
2, 2017 |  
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						| Genius or gimmick? |  
						| Philip Martin of the Northwest Arkansas Democrat Gazette 
wrote a review today on Sam's latest offering, THE 
ONE INSIDE, and there were certain observations that struck home with 
me. [You can read the 
full review here] "While 'The One 
Inside' lacks the sort of narrative drive that usually attaches to a story - 
there's no resolution and possibly no point, just the detached and grim 
observations of a man we might assume to be Shepard himself - it is a powerful 
thing, no matter what you call it." Certainly, there has been much discussion on exactly what 
this storytelling might be classified as, but perhaps we can agree that it can't 
be duplicated by the common man or woman. It is an original.  "They (men and women) can love you in whatever ways they 
can muster, but in the end they can't compete with the other within, the one 
inside. Ziggy Stardust called it making love to your ego." I think Mr. Martin nailed it on the head. He continues, 
 "I'm a sucker for this sort of masculine self-examination; this way of 
presenting your smart self as dumbly male, surrounded by the accoutrements and 
accessories of the wild boy intellectual: battered Tacoma pickups, near feral 
dogs and D.H. Lawrence's Mornings in Mexico. Competence with tools, incompetence 
with electronic and digital technologies. Roadside cafe breakfasts and 
DVD-bingeing Breaking Bad. Graham Greene novels and the inexorable, disgusted 
withdrawal from modern frivolity."
 The "wild boy intellectual" captures Sam Shepard to a T. I 
don't think I've ever heard him described that way. I love it! And finally Mr. 
Martin envisions Sam, "writing
with the furious ambition of a 17-year-old who has just discovered Rimbaud and 
Verlaine - this fractured, tender book. He's everywhere, yet invisible. Ask him 
what he's written, he'll tell you tersely, 'Words.'"
Right on, Mr. Martin! 
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						| FYI |  
						| You can now rent IN DUBIOUS BATTLE 
via Amazon Video for just $4.99.
It was released on DVD and Blu-ray on March 21. Sam has a minor role as an 
orchard farmer named Mr. Anderson in this James Franco-directed film, based on 
John Steinbeck's novel. Classic photo, eh? It didn't fare well on the Rotten 
Tomatometer but it does feature a fine cast with names like Duvall, Harris and 
Cranston.
 
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						| March 5, 2017 |  
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						| Rare public appearance in April |  
						| San Francisco's Magic Theatre has announced that their 
50th anniversary gala fundraiser  will be held at the Minnesota Street 
Project at 6 pm on Friday, April 7, 2017. Besides honoring its previous artistic 
directors, the evening will also honor three playwrights, which will include 
Sam Shepard.   
Sam began his ties with Magic beginning in 1975. His plays were written and 
premiered during his decade-long residency, including "Buried 
Child", "True West" and "Fool 
for Love". 
 Honorary Committee Member Ed Harris said, "Doing 'Fool for 
Love' with Sam and the great cast at the Magic was a time I will always cherish. 
The Magic's belief in the power of the playwright afforded Sam a great place to 
work out his magic time and time again. It's an honor to be coming there to 
honor my friend, who has and continues to be such an inspiration."  
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						| February 26, 2017 |  
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						| Shepard musings |  
						| In Patti Smith's Foreword to
THE ONE INSIDE, she describes Sam's book as "a coalescing atlas, 
marked by the boot heels of one who has instinctively tramped, with open eyes, 
the stretches of its unearthly roads." What a writer! She notes that on a golden 
Kentucky afternoon, she reads the 
manuscript while Sam looks out the window. She writes, "Glancing up at 
him, it occurred to me that everything I ever knew of Sam, and he of me, was 
still inside us. I thought of a photograph of the two of us in New York City, 
walking past an automat on Twenty-third Street, some forty years ago. It was 
shot from behind, but it was us, without question, about to embark on separate 
paths that would surely cross again."  
 There have been two book reviews this past week in The NY 
Times. Oddly, they're both written by older and strongly feminist writers. Pulitzer Prize-winning 
Michiko Kakutani  describes the narrator -  "There is his estranged 
wife of almost 30 years with whom he had two children — the pair still amicably 
visit from time to time, reminiscing about their daughter and son, and 'how 
remarkable it was for two stubborn, crusty, old codgers like ourselves to have 
spawned such mild-mannered, calm kids.'" How autobiographical can you get! 
Ultimately, Ms. Kakutani spends too much time quoting the book and wraps up her 
review by saying it "may be a minor Shepard work, but it provides a sharp-edged 
distillation of the themes that have preoccupied him throughout his career." 
That's a given. Rather than "preoccupied", I would use "obsessed". The past is 
the past, it's over, done with, it's unchangeable, move on.  Times reviewer Molly Haskell also shares an overload of info 
on Sam's stories rather than expressing her opinions. This is a pet peeve of 
mine about book reviewers. I do strongly disagree with Ms. Haskell when she 
says, "one of the things that have made Shepard so attractive on the screen is 
our sense of his reluctance to be there." Absolutely untrue!
What makes him attractive on screen and in real life is his charisma. He's this 
tall, rugged and handsome cowboy. Think Gary Cooper.
Acting is in his blood and the camera loves him! You know most movie 
audiences aren't even aware of his plays. Yes, they know he's connected to the 
stage but they've never read any of his plays, can't even name one, and most 
likely have never seen one. What Sam Shepard objects to is the phoniness and excess in 
the Hollywood industry with its shallow and dsyfunctional stars. Yet, he was 
willing to tie his life to one of those stars which only exacerbated his problem 
with the Movie World. My opinion is that his success as a playwright has been 
actually strengthened through his film career. It has definitely benefited him 
in many ways, which I'm sure he would be most reluctant to agree with. His fear 
that his ultimate fame would come from being a movie star rather than a 
playwright is justified. Female reviewers of his written works are certainly 
affected by his sexy screen appeal and often give skewed reviews.  Another Molly from the Santa Fe New Mexican attempted a book 
review but instead she seemed too focused on German author Heinrich von Kleist. 
Does it ever occur to some journalists that most of us don't have a Doctorate's 
degree? Does anyone know what "limn" means? In all these reviews, I have read 
way too much about Blackmail Girl. I have not personally come close to such a 
character but it is intriguing that I have played with the fantasy, yes, 
fantasy, that I could publish all my emails with a famous movie star over the 
past 20 years [smiling]. |  
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						| February 22, 2017 |  
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						| Paperback coming out in March |  
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						 After 
three years, the paperback edition of TWO PROSPECTORS: THE LETTERS OF SAM 
SHEPARD AND JOHNNY DARK will become available on March 1, 2017. We have a 
new cover with Johnny's name less noticeable this time. With only a $10 
difference, I would still go with the hardcover edition. Being one who pays 
attention to aesthetics in publishing, the first edition is one of my favorite Shepard 
books. The paper quality and weight are excellent and the way their letters are 
photographed in their original and different styles adds such immeasurable 
pleasure to any bibliophile. I highly recommend this book of letters for those of you who 
want to know the real Sam Shepard, not the movie star, not the playwright, but 
the man. It's probably the closest you'll ever get to his autobiography because 
it's written in his own words.  |  
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						| Max Frish & Sam Shepard |  
						| Last week Berlinale presented the premiere of Volker 
Schlöndorff's
film, "Return to Montauk", inspired by the book "Montauk" by Max Frisch. After 
reading some of the passages from "The One Inside", I got to thinking about the 
Swiss novelist and his earlier work, "Homo Faber", which happened to also be 
directed by Schlöndorff and starred Sam. Some of the narration by Walter Faber 
captures similarities to our playwright.  Is this from "Homo Faber" or "The 
One Inside"? 
	"Her supposition that I was melancholy because I was 
	alone put me out of humor. I’m used to travelling alone. I live, like every 
	real man, in my work. On the contrary, that’s the way I like it and I think 
	myself lucky to live alone, in my view this is the only possible condition 
	for men, I enjoy waking up and not having to say a word. Where is the woman 
	who can understand that?" |  
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						| February 7, 2017 |  
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						| Publication day is here! |  
						| Sam Shepard's newest book   - THE ONE INSIDE 
- is now available. Its Knopf publisher calls 
it, "A ravishing tale of deep-dark cosmic 
humor, complex tragedy, and self-inflicted exile."  First, let's examine the photo on the cover. 
 It was taken by Mexican photographer Graciela Iturbide. The 
year was 1979; the place was the Sonoran Desert. If you click on the photo to 
enlarge it, you can see that the woman is carrying a tape recorder, 
bartered in exchange for handicrafts.  She is one of the Seri nomads of 
Mexico and Iturbide chose to call her "Mujer 
Ángel" [Angel Woman] because "she looks as if she could fly off into the 
desert." Personally, she seems closer to an evil spirit.  
 The author photo above that's used for the book is not recent. It was 
actually taken almost ten years ago. The last photo of Sam was taken a year ago 
and many of us were stunned by his thin and fragile appearance. There have been 
no reports of illness but drinking has a way of aging you if you suffer from 
alcohol abuse.  
 Rocker Patti Smith was asked to write the book's foreword. In 
the whole scheme of life, Sam has actually spent very little time with her - a 
few months in 1971 before he scrapped that extramarital affair and headed off to 
London with wife Olan and son Jesse. Since he stopped co-habitating with Miss Lange, he 
and the Godmother of Punk have hooked up now and then for public readings or music events. She even 
dedicated her last book, "M Train" to our playwright. I haven't read 
it yet but I absolutely loved her "Just Kids". Her reflections on life are magically 
poetic. I could definitely connect. In the foreword she writes, "It’s him, sort of him, not him at all" 
for it contains "altered perspectives, lucid memory, and hallucinatory 
impressions." She describes the 
book as "a tapeworm slithering from the stomach, through the open mouth, down 
the bedsheets, straight into the bleak infinite." Umm...  
 Anyway, it appears that 
readers will definitely have a challenge with Sam's newest offering sorting out 
fact from fiction. He can't help from drawing on his own experiences hidden in all these 
psychedelic-style stories.  So, this latest literary fiction is available in three formats. For bibliophiles, there's the 
deckle-edge hardcover edition with 194 pages. The second format is the Kindle 
edition and, finally, the audiobook at 271 minutes. Yes, an audiobook! But take 
a deep breath before I tell you it's NOT narrated by Sam. For those of you who 
have listened to "Cruising Paradise", you know what an awesome experience that is 
to actually hear him act out his own creative and wacky tales. Sorry folks, 
but this time around, it's actor Bill Pullman. Not going to do it for me, for 
sure. 
 Excerpt:They’ve murdered something far off. Fighting over it. Yes. Screaming. Doing 
their mad cackle as they tear into its softness. He’s awake — 5:05 a.m. Pitch 
black. Distant coyotes. Must’ve been. He’s awake, in any case. Staring at 
rafters. Adjusting to “place.” Awake, even after the full Xanax, in anticipation 
of small demons — horses with human heads. All small, as though life-size were 
too big to fathom. His dogs are on the muscle, howling from the kitchen in feral 
imitation. Vicious cold again. Blue snow biting at the windowsills: glowing in 
what’s left of the full moon. He throws the blanket back with a bullfighter’s 
flourish and swings both bony knees out into the raw air. He comes, almost 
immediately, to a straight-backed sitting position, both hands flat on his 
thighs. He tries to take in the ever-changing landscape of his body — where he 
resides? Which part? He peers down at his very thick, blue, thermal hiking 
socks, pilfered from some movie set. Piece of some costume — some character, 
long forgotten. They’ve come and gone, these characters, like brief, violent 
love affairs: trailers — honey wagons — morning burritos — craft service tents — 
phony limousines — hot towels — 4 a.m. calls. Forty-some years of it. Too big. 
Hard to believe. Too vast. How did I get in here? His aluminum trailer rocks and 
sways in the howling Chinooks. His young face staring back at him through a 
cheap 4 x 4 mirror, surrounded by bare light bulbs. Outside, they’re shooting 
film of grasshoppers, falling in great swirling cones from the belly of a rented 
helicopter. They actually are. In the background — winter wheat, as big around 
as your thumb, blows in rolling waves.
 So, you ask if there's any book reviews. Yup, and they're 
fairly positive. Booklist:In the newest work of fiction by celebrated playwright, actor, and writer 
Sam Shepard, a writer and actor on in years looks back at his life, while 
negotiating an increasingly volatile relationship with a much younger woman.
 The nameless narrator refers to his tormentor as the 
Blackmail Girl because she claims to have recorded and transcribed their phone 
conversations with the intention of publishing them. They clash in taunting and 
seductive encounters rife with lacerating dialogue that alternate with bruising 
scenes from his hardscrabble boyhood, when he became infatuated with voluptuous 
teen Felicity, who was having a scandalous affair with his father. In a slowly cohering jigsaw puzzle of flashbacks and jump 
cuts, memories and dreams, Shepard’s piercingly observant and lonely narrator 
broods over the mysteries of sexual enthrallment, age’s assaults, and the abrupt 
demise of his 30-year marriage in finely etched vignettes capturing the poignant 
moods of wind, sky, the open road, birds, dogs, and coyotes; high drama in a 
Denny’s; absurdities on a film set; and hallucinatory visions of his dead 
father’s corpse shrunken to doll-size. Kirkus Review:An elegiac amble through blowing dust and greasy spoons, the soundtrack the 
whine of truck engines and the howl of coyotes.
 
 If one word were to define Shepard, the chisel-faced actor and playwright of few 
words, since his more madcap days of the 1960s, it might be "laconic." So it is 
with this vignetted story, with its terse, portentous opening: "They’ve murdered 
something far off." "They" are the ever-present coyotes, who, of course, kill 
but do not murder, strictly speaking—but Shepard’s choice of words is deliberate 
and telling.
 In this Southwestern landscape, where the sand cuts deep, 
driven by the scouring winds along with the "Styrofoam cups, dust, and jagged 
pieces of metal flying across the highway," Shepard’s actor narrator, wandering 
from coast to interior and back again, remembers things and moments: the '49 
Mercury coupe that delivers his father’s mysteriously mummified corpse home, the 
latter-day bicycle cowboys of Santa Fe, "guzzling vitamin water from chartreuse 
plastic bottles."  Like a cordonazo storm about to break, the atmosphere is 
ominous, but only just: in Shepard’s prose there is always the threat of 
violence and all manner of mayhem, but then things quiet down, the hangover 
fades and the talk of suicide dwindles and the stoic protagonist returns to 
reading his Bruno Schulz at the diner counter.  At turns, Shepard’s story morphs from novel, with recurring 
characters and structured narrative, into prose poem, with lysergic flashes of 
brilliance and amphetamine stutters: "Mescal in silver bottles. Tacos. Parking 
lots. Radios. Benzedrine. Cherry Coke. Brigitte Bardot." It’s a story to read 
not for the inventiveness of its plot but for its just-right language and 
images: "Nothing but the constant sound of cattle bawling as though their 
mothers were eternally lost."
 Cheerless but atmospheric and precisely observed, very much of a piece with 
Shepard’s other work.
 Publishers Weekly:In the longest work of fiction to date from the Pulitzer Prize–winning 
playwright, an aged actor moves through his fragmented memories of his father, 
the young girl who loved him, and the vast American landscape that served as a 
backdrop to it all. Following a poignant foreword by Patti Smith, each 
successive chapter of the novel flits among times and forms: there are poetic 
reminiscences of the actor’s ex-wife, and terse all-dialogue conversations 
between him and the lover intending to blackmail him.
 Coloring those dynamics are flashbacks to the actor’s 
complicated relationship with Felicity, his father’s underage girlfriend, who 
also comes to take the actor’s virginity. Mixed amongst these grounding story 
lines are vivid scenes of his father’s death, drug fantasies, and vague 
meditations on sex and death. The last section of the book concerns Felicity’s 
disappearance and apparent suicide, an event that deepens and bonds every moment 
that precedes it.  Though some of the writing feels like leftovers from 
discarded drafts of books and plays, much of the content remains striking and 
memorable, illustrative of what makes Shepard’s work so arresting on the screen 
and the page. Washington Post:Much of the book’s contemporary story has the substance of an extended, 
self-pitying sigh. In short, oblique chapters — sometimes only a small paragraph 
floating on a page — we divine that the narrator, an actor and writer with "a 
reputation for discarding women," is still reeling from the collapse of a long 
relationship. There’s an awful 
lot of wandering around the house, looking for the dogs, feeling bereft. He 
thinks about suicide, mulls his dreams, considers the smell of his urine... 
...the best parts of "The One Inside" are those least hobbled by its fractured 
structure and mannered dialogue. When he stops letting vagueness masquerade as 
profundity, when he actually tells a story about a real man caught in the 
peculiar throes of a particular moment, he can still make the ordinary world 
feel suddenly desperate and strange.
 
 The Culture Trip:
 "The One Inside" is tryingly male in its 
indulgence of the macho unconscious...  ...a lesson in how our culture 
dresses things up as things they’re not, and while the edgy cover, the 
faux-poetry of Patti Smith’s foreword, and Shepard’s wannabe Beckettian prose 
will deem the book cool to many a brooding American bachelor, this "cool" is one 
that privileges self-pity and the evasion of catastrophic behavior over any 
attempt to do the hard work of self-reflection.
 The Bowed Bookshelf: Literature, language, and its portrayal in film or on stage, has been his 
work for forty years. He may be winding down, but this he can still do: write 
with clarity, dreams or memories or lies or wishes or denials. This may be a 
memoir, but who’s to say the memories of an old man aren’t half fiction?
 I loved this work. Shepard always read a lot of books but 
famous writers like Mailer, Capote, or Nabokov confused him. Shepard knew what 
was important, and stashed language like memory, in red naugahyde suitcases, 
ready to be pulled out in wonderment years later, and used to describe this 
world of his, or ours. He may be an ordinary man (who knows?), but he has 
extraordinary skill. This is a special, wonderful, joyful, ugly, painful look at 
our past century, a western landscape, and a man in it.  |  
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						| On Stage |  
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 San Francisco's Magic Theatre begins its 50th season with a 
legacy revival of FOOL FOR LOVE, opening February 9th. 
This timeless masterpiece first premiered at this theater in 1983. Artistic 
Director Loretta Greco says, "Magic  is thrilled to be bringing 'Fool for 
Love' back home thirty-four years later, as the fifth event in our 'Sheparding 
America: March to Fifty series'". She adds, "Sam's been writing for five 
decades. There's no one who's done it for as long, in such varied forms, in such 
an astounding, brilliant and imperfect way." Greco previously directed "Buried 
Child" in 2013 and "A Lie of the Mind" in 2015.
"Sam's work springs from the terrain from which he's from," Greco explained. 
"'Fool for Love' is a pressure cooker of desperate intimacy, the mythic fall of 
the American cowboy, and the marks a father leaves on his children. It's 
compact, muscular, and wickedly funny." The play also opened at the Cellar Theater at The Playhouse 
San Antonio and continues through February 12, 2017. I much prefer this poster 
as it captures the raw relationships and bleakness of the story. The poster used 
by Magic is quite popular and is the one you'll see on the book. To me, it looks 
like Elvis sneaking a kiss from a fan. And after doing a little research today, 
it is, in fact, Elvis, copyright of Alfred Wertheimer. What does Elvis (in a 
jacket and tie) have to do with Eddie, a broken-down rodeo cowboy?  
 
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						| January 30 , 2017 |  
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						| You done good, Sam |  
						| In a recent interview, 93-year-old Chuck Yeager talked about 
"The Right Stuff", the 1983 film chronicling the early space race in 
which he's played by Sam. Often times famous people grumble about the screen 
version of their life but Yeager is positive. He shares, "It 
was interesting. I did a lot of flying in it, and Sam Shepard did a good job 
portraying me. Barbara Hershey looked exactly like [my wife] Glennis, too -- 
wonderful. Though it’s sort of 'Hollywood-ized,' the whole story is accurate. I 
did get burned badly in an F-104 crash. All in all, the movie is educational, 
and it’s very well made." |  
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						| Release dates |  
						| James Franco's IN DUBIOUS BATTLE 
is about to have a limited theatrical release on February 17, 2017. It has 
previously been screened at several film festivals - Venice, Deauville and 
Toronto in September, Mill Valley in October and Stockholm in November. It will 
be released on DVD and Blu-ray on March 21, 2017. This could 
well be Sam Shepard's last film. 
 
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