The script originally said something like, “Do you know who John Holmes is? The guys from KNB [EFX Group] came out to the set one day when we were shooting at the West Covina house and they did a fitting on Mark to see if the size and everything was what Paul wanted.” And she’s all kidding and laughing and she’s like, “Yours is bigger.” But Paul said, “You know what, I don’t want to talk about John Holmes and New Line doesn’t want to talk about it.” And he’s like, “Well, let’s just pull everyone out of the room and we’ll improv a little bit.” He really wanted a lot of innocence and fun. Mark proceeded to parade around the set with the dick hanging out of his jeans.
We had a little merkin, a very finely made wig that somebody actually ties one hair at a time into this very fine lace. Mark wore the prosthetic during the first sex scene that he does with Amber, where he comes into the little office set and all the people were reacting.
We took a pattern around that area around the penis and tied that lace piece and matched the color to Mark’s hair. There was a little bit of motivation in terms of being able to react to the actual dick because it was there on the set.
So when he undid his pants, he pulled it out and he was wearing it.
We also made our own little trouser augment and just put it in the pants because you could see the outline in those very tight polyester pants.
In the fallout, Anderson told a reporter that his experience on , it was with a resolve bordering on arrogance. Still, after an intense production and postproduction period — one in which the director had to manage a cranky, confused Burt Reynolds and an untested, rapping underwear model named Mark Wahlberg — Anderson was forced once again to fight studio heads for his cut of the film. For its beautiful portrait of nontraditional families; for Reynolds and Wahlberg, the surrogate father and son, who were never better; for Philip Seymour Hoffman, squeezing into character and breaking hearts; for its prodigy director sticking to his guns and nailing it; for John C. Just as a joke, I said to him, “Don’t let me pass on something this cool again,” and later, under those auspices, John said, “Remember when you said don’t let you pass on something cool? I said, “Listen, I’m not gonna give the script to anyone else, but you gotta read it tonight. This is not something that you give to your story department." He called me the next day and said, “I love it, I want to do it.”So Bob and I got to Sundance. We had a series of people we were meeting at different places in Park City that evening and we were bar-hopping. Before we made the deal on the project, we agreed on a few things: The movie had to be under three hours and it had to be R-rated, not NC-17. It terrified me at the time, really scared the piss out of me. That long, long shot where he stays on Mark’s face and you can see the madness in the room through his eyes and the decision he makes, when he finally just stands up and goes, “OK, we gotta go, we gotta go.” All that was just phenomenal.
The evening we arrived, we were meeting some people at a restaurant and a young guy introduces himself to us as Paul Thomas Anderson. And Paul didn’t have final cut and he didn’t have control over the marketing or the distribution plan. A blow job was a blow job, but the sex stuff was a bit confusing. He didn’t want the guys on the sofa to know when they were coming and they were pretty much full blast. He was an outsider, just because the other actors were grown-up as actors and he was a guy that was coming out of the music business. knew that he needed a change of tone or some sort of change of energy to keep the film going, to carry it through to its conclusion. And the reality is, when I wrote the movie and when we shot it, I wasn’t sure what to do — whether we should see it right away, like within the first forty-five minutes — get it out of the way, sort of mortalise it — or whether it should stay to the end.
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People were coming into his office, women and so forth, and I started feeling really uncomfortable. “Your cock is so beautiful” just flew out of my mouth. He was like, “Oh my God, that is it.”We started creating the prosthetic by building a wire frame armature and then sculpting the penis in clay.