1959. CBS news reporter Mike Wallace interviews writer Rod Serling for his upcoming series “The Twilight Zone”. Topics include: Serling’s writing history, censorship, and the direction of the young medium of television. Part 2, Part 3.

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Rod Serling : screenwriting/media genius.

I admire that man. Lately his words have deeply influenced the way I perceive cinema and television.

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Stallone is far from being my favorite actor, but I find his story inspirational.


Stallone wanted two things in life:

1.To become an author.

2.To become an actor.

By the time you’re 30, if you’re an actor and you still haven’t got a good part in a play or movie, you know that you probably failed. Because as you grow older, the best roles will usually go to experienced actors. At 30 years old, Stallone wasn’t exactly what you would call “a star”… or even “an actor”. At best, he had bit parts.

Rocky: I been comin’ here for six years, and for six years ya been stickin’ it to me, an’ I wanna know how come!
Mickey: Ya don’t wanna know!
Rocky: I wanna know how come!
Mickey: Ya wanna know?
Mickey: OK, I’m gonna tell ya! You had the talent to become a good fighter, but instead of that, you become a legbreaker to some cheap, second rate loanshark!
Rocky: It’s a living.


His wife would ask him to get a real job, one that would help to pay the bills and bring food on the table, but he refused. In his mind, that would have been like turning his back on his dream. Understandably, casting agents would turn him down. With his droopy eyes, his mouth and his voice, Stallone was pretty atypical.

"I am not handsome in a classic sense: the eyes droop, the mouth is crooked, the teeth aren’t straight, the voice sounds like a mafioso polar bear […] When god was desinging me, the doorbell rang and the clay fell off the table" -Sylvester Stallone

Most people ignore that he looks that way because he was pulled by the forceps at birth.

So at 30 years old, Stallone was broke. He would often go squatt the library and write stories on a notepad. It was around that time that he discovered, through Edgar Allan Poe’s work, his passion for writing. He wanted to touch and inspire people to overcome obstacles.

"You don’t like my house? Does my house stink? That’s right-it stinks! I didn’t have no favors from you! Don’t slum around me. Talkin’ about your prime. What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime! I didn’t have no prime. I didn’t have nithin’! Leg’s are goin’, everything is goin’. Nobody’s getting’ no nothin’. Guy comes up, offers me a fight. Big deal. Wanna fight the fight? Yeah, I’ll fight the big fight. I wouldn’t wanna fight. Know what’s gonna happen to me? I’m gonna get that! I’m gonna get that! And you wanna be ringside to see it? Do ya? You wanna help me out? Huh? Do you wana see me get my face kicked in? Leg’s ain’t workin’, nothing’s workin’, but they go, "Go on, fight the champ." Yeah, I’ll fight him. Get my face kicked in. And you come around here. You wanna move in here with me? Come on in! It’s a nice house! Real nice. Come on in and move. It stinks!"


Things started to move, he sold his first script (Paradise Alley) for 100$. But that still wasn’t enough to make ends meet. His wife was unhappy and his relationship started to get shaky.

At the time, Stallone’s best friend was Butkus, his flatulent dog. He would often sit by his side while he was writing and help to cheer him up. Maybe he was smelly, but at least Butkus’ love was unconditional. A dog doesn’t care if you’re a failed actor or not. Sadly, his financial situation forced him to pawn everything he owned, including his good old dog. So one night he went in front of a liquor store and he ended up selling him for 25 bucks! Stallone often said that it was the lowest day of his life. He cried all night. Here he was, broke and pretty much alone in the world.

But as we know, things would soon start to change.

(Part 2 coming soon)