#peter bart

Bob Evans, AKA Matthew Goode, outside the Polo Lounge, in The Offer, Paramount + with Peter Bart .

After reading that Variety headline: "Evans Out At Par" (No doubt Lapidus had a hand there🙄)

Telling Stan that he ain't dead yet

The incredible talents of Matthew and Josh Zuckerman 👏👏

Mario Puzo’s 5th novel was published on 10 March 1969.

Puzo’s outline for the novel was rejected by several publishers, before G.P. Putnam’s Sons purchased the book in 1967.

Paramount’s Vice President of Production, Peter Bart, bought the film rights to the story (Puzo had only completed about 60 pages of the novel when Bart contacted him) for $12,000 (and a guarantee of another $80,000 if a film were made).

The Godfather was an immediate success, selling almost 10 million copies in the first 2 years of publication, and remaining on the New York Times Bestseller List for 67 weeks.

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Bart & Fleming: On Alex Gibney’s HBO Scientology Documentary And Tom Cruise

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Bart & Fleming: Tom Rothman Rises; Adam Goodman Exits; Raunchy Comediennes

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Bart & Fleming: Spirits & Oscars: Unclassy PTA; Narcissus & Lexipro Shout-Outs; Bradley Cooper’s Big ‘Sniper’ Payday

By Amy Wallace, Los Angeles (September 2001)

Peter Bart is on the phone, and he’s threatening to sue.

“I really take umbrage at the gotcha nature of your interrogation,” he says. His voice is taut. I can’t see his knees, but I’m sure at least one is twitching.

Bart, the editor-in-chief of Variety, the entertainment industry’s dominant newspaper, is accustomed to being in charge. Studio heads woo him; strivers kiss his ass. Everyone wants his insight and his wisdom—or prominent placement in Variety’s big, glossy pages. In his weekly column, “The Back Lot,” he alternately strokes and scolds moguls and movie stars, addressing them by their first names. When Bart telephones the powerful, he is put right through. Now he’s calling me.

“I think to plunk documents out of context,” he says, “on people whose lives are as busy as yours or mine is a little unfair. This is not consistent with the access and cooperation I have afforded you.”

Over several months I have encountered a dizzying variety of Peters. I have spent many hours with Charming Peter, who is smart, funny, fierce. I have gotten to know Judgmental Peter, who loves to size up others. I’ve met Crude Peter, Brilliant Peter, Hypocritical Peter, Loyal Peter.

Bart calls himself “Zelig-like.” A setter of rules who hates to follow them, a lover of labels who resents being characterized, a seeker of the truth who doesn’t always tell it, Bart believes he is immune to the conflicts that derail lesser men. It’s one of the things that place him among the most despised and feared people in Hollywood. I listen to him speaking now. It’s a Peter I’ve never met.

“When you’re in public life, people attack you,” Intimidating Peter tells me. “But I’m taken aback by a bogus document suddenly being slammed on the desk. I’ll send you a note saying I will sue you, which I sure as hell will.”

Peter Bart Wonders if Critics Can Be Happy

Eager to piece together any reason for the lack of a clear frontrunner for this year’s Oscar race, Variety’s Peter Bart has put out a thesis: it’s because critics like bummer movies that Academy voters don’t.

“I would argue that filmgoers by and large go…