For decades, I have said, “The life story of J. Frank Norris would make a great gangster movie!” Well, it looks like I finally get my wish, although it comes in the form of a courtroom drama. I’ll take it! Congratulations to author David Stokes on accomplishing the goal I’ve been waiting years to see: the colorful and controversial story of J. Frank Norris on film.
I guess I’ll have to write the “gangster-movie” version someday… đ
Read more about The Shooting Salvationist in my old posts categorized under the name J. Frank Norris.
LOS ANGELES, CA, USA, September 16, 2014Â â Little Studio Films is pleased to announce a collaboration with author David R. Stokes. They will be working on promoting for Film and TV adaptations his novel, Camelotâs Cousin, as well as his narrative non-fiction bestseller, The Shooting Salvationist.
Camelotâs Cousin is an espionage thriller set against the backdrop of the Cuban Missile Crisis and other famous events during the Kennedy administration. The discovery of a long-buried journal indicates that one of President Kennedyâs most trusted friends was actually a Soviet mole. Templeton Davis, a scholar and media personality becomes lost in an investigation and travels far and wide in his quest to unravel one of the 20th centuryâs greatest mysteries.
The Shooting Salvationist, distributed by Random House, is the real-life story of the Reverend Doctor J. Frank Norris. A powerful pastor, publisher, and broadcaster in the 1920s, Norris is the subjectâŚ
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I think I like YOUR Hollywood version of the movie where J-Frank kills 6 ninja-assassins with a sub-compact machine pistol – over 10,000 rounds fired in the exchange! J-F walks away from house as it explodes into flames in the background – and that’s only the first scene!!!
That’s not a gangster film, that’s a Chuck Norris martial arts action flick. My version is when a ZZ Top styled sedan with henchmen of the liquor interests riding on the running board peel down Throckmorton in 1920-something Ft. Worth, Texas, and unload their Tommy guns into the exterior office door of FBC FW from which emerges the infamous pistol-packin’ parson who jumps out onto the road and fires after them while shouting a verse from an imprecatory psalm as they approach and round the corner at the intersection, and frightened bystanders take cover. Now that’s a gangster film!
Oh yeah, that’s much better. I guess I got my Norris-es mixed up!
Wow, I didn’t even catch that. Now I get it. đ