Part Cassandra myth, part legal thriller – obscenities trials have long been a personal obsession of mine. The list of bright minds who have endured them (James Joyce, Henry Miller, Allen Ginsburg, Lenny Bruce, Oscar Wilde and hundreds of others) is woefully long, especially for a country that does much of its world-beating in the name of free speech and the freedom of the press. Continue reading “Obscenities Trial”
You know you’ve made it when you’re a crossword puzzle answer. Our pal Greg Hittelman, the director of marketing for the upcoming Sonoma Valley Film Festival, forwarded (with some glee) a crossword puzzle snipped from the Datebook of last Sunday’s San Francisco Chronicle. He directs us to “94 down,” which asks for a six-letter answer to “California site of an April film festival.” The answer, of course, is “Sonoma” and the festival in question, to Hittelman’s joy, is the Sonoma Valley Film Festival, which begins next month.
It leads me to ponder what my own crossword puzzle question would be. Surely something to the effect of “profligate writer fermenting in the wine country,” or “winged mythomaniacal scribe in a blazer,” or “scrivener of doom,” or “The Contessa’s curse.” More interestingly, what would your crossword puzzle question be? “Avid reader of profligate, mythomaniacal scrivener with penchant for striped ties?” One can only hope. Continue reading “Word Games”
EXT. COUNTRY MOUNTAINSIDE – DAY
ROBERT KAMEN, the wordsmith behind well over a dozen films (from Taps and the Karate Kid franchise to the wine-themed romance A Walk in the Clouds – he has also collaborated with French diretor Luc Besson such as The Fifth Element and the Transporter films) navigates an SUV through the switchbacks and hairpins of Sonoma’s rugged topology. His passengers include a REPORTER and a PHOTOGRAPHER.
Kamen’s puckish good looks and conversational manner simultaneous evoke both the sage and the trickster. He is a natural raconteur, which makes him an affable tour guide as he unfurls the narrative of his journey from Hollywood to vines as the SUV trudges ever closer to the vineyards of Kamen Estate Wines, where, as he quips, he is “Lord of the Free State of Kamenia.”
“I came to Sonoma when I sold my first screenplay,” says Kamen, referring to the un-produced career break that occurred in the late ’70s. “It was a sizable check at the time – well, sizable for me, having grown up in city housing in New York. I called a friend of mine and said ‘I’ve got a six-figure check in my hand. Should I spend it all on drugs and alcohol down here in L.A. or would you like to participate?’ He said, ‘Come on up.’”
To provide historical context, Kamen adds with a laugh “Sonoma looks pretty much like it did then, except you could buy crap that was useful.” He steers the SUV up another steep embankment as the reporter fusses with his digital recording device.
“We drove to the end of the road. There was a fence marked ‘No trespassing,’ which we climbed over, and we hiked about two miles straight up until we were at 1,400 feet. There was no electricity, no water. It was, as it had always been, from time immemorial – just a bunch of volcanic rock and scrub oak. I get to the top of the property and all the while I’m saying ‘What the hell? Can’t we drink anyplace? Why do we have to walk so far?’” he laughs.
Kamen’s friend, of course, had an agenda, which, in many ways would redefine his professional trajectory.
“I turned around – there spread before me was the entire San Francisco Bay, from Mt. Tamalpais to Mt. Diablo. I said ‘Holy crap.’ He said ‘Yeah.’ And we proceeded to drink all the wine. It’s the end of the day, the sun is setting in the west, the Golden Gate Bridge is there, the TransAmerica tower is glowing and so am I. And I’m waxing poetic and I say ‘I’ve never seen anything like this. I want to stay here forever.’ He said ‘You can. It’s for sale.’”
On cue, Kamen pulls to the side of the road and with all the showmanship of a carnival barker and baits his travel companions “Wait until you see this view.”
Indeed, the view is amazing – at the risk of overstatement, Cezanne would have wept.
Kamen continues: “We went downtown and found the realtor – this was Sonoma in 1979, so she was wearing Birkenstocks with socks and cooking her kids veggie soy burgers. The two drunk madmen showed up and I’m waving a check endorsed by Warner Bros. I say ‘I want to buy it, I want to buy it’ and a week later I owned it,” he says proudly of the 300 acres, the deed to which still bears his name. “I’m an impulse buyer.”
The impulse buy, an attractive parcel of mountainside nestled between the Monte Rosso and Moon Mountain vineyards, represents the nexus of Kamen’s career paths. Perched on top of a craggy hillside is a writing studio – the sort of space Virginia Woolf imagined in A Room of One’s Own, but to the nth degree. It’s in the sparsely decorated interior – a couple of posters from Kamen’s films hang on the walls – that it dawns on the reporter: this is the guy who, in The Karate Kid, wrote Pat Morita’s famous line “wax on, wax off.” The sense of profundity experienced by the reporter is likely enhanced by the split of Kamen’s brilliant cabernet sauvignon he is on his way to finishing.
“It was a love of the view. It changed to an obsession with wine. I realized my impulse – not even my intuition – bought a unique piece of terroir. In this whole area it’s all red dirt, but this area is nothing but these volcanic rocks because this was the mouth of the volcano that blew all the crap all over the place,” says Kamen. “I didn’t know I’d have anything, I just knew that the view was amazing and that they weren’t making anymore of this,” he said. “I knew nothing about this part of the business. I didn’t have any interest and why would I?”
Then Kamen met lauded viticulturist Phil Coturri.
“He’s the resident genius,” says Kamen. “But when I met him he was considered hippie scum. Nobody wanted to hire him because he wanted to plant vines organically.”
After selling the military school drama Taps to 20th Century Fox, Kamen made his first legitimate foray into the wine trade.
“I said to Phil, let’s grow grapes,” he said and together they planted 40 acres. “Then my screenwriting career took off with the Karate Kid and I became ‘Mr. Big Time Screenwriter,’ whatever that means. In 1993 I wrote A Walk in the Clouds. I burned the vineyard down in the movie,” Kamen explains, then reminds with a rueful note that his own vineyard burned when a power line sparked a tree. Eventually, Kamen’s nascent vineyard recovered and he soon had 500 cases of his own wine to bring to market. 50 cases were purchased by a celebrity chef friend to market through his restaurant. The rest, however, Kamen had to sell himself.
“I was like Willy Loman with a wine bag. I still do my own sales. This is really mom and pop,” says Kamen, who now works with celebrated winemaker Mark Herold. “But the Parker score has changed everything.”
The Parker score, of course, is Wine Advocate publisher Robert Parker’s means of canonizing the wines of our times. Sonoma County wines rarely rate in the 90s. Kamen’s 2004 cabernet sauvignon recently received a whopping 95 out of 100 points.
Despite the recent accolades, Kamen maintains that his essential professional identity is that of a screenwriter. When it’s suggested that his burgeoning wine empire makes a convincing argument to the contrary, he smiles and says “Unless you go to a video store and there are 19 titles with my name on them.”