It’s not just that Wallace’s literary estate objected to the film, though there is that. The script, the angle, Segel’s performance – it gets everything wrong
In the late fall of 1997 I got a phone call from David Foster Wallace. Wallace had been a model of gentlemanly calm throughout the editing process on his essay about David Lynch for Premiere magazine, where I worked at the time. (It wasn’t until our third session that he stopped calling me “Mr Kenny.”) But now he sounded close to panic. A friend of his, Wallace said, had been listening to an NPR segment about the Noah Baumbach film Mr Jealousy and had heard one of the actors name-check Wallace as an inspiration for the character he played. Wallace was freaked. And he didn’t live near a cinema where the indie film was playing. So he asked me to do him a favour and investigate the situation.
A day or so later, I assuaged his fears by assuring him that Chris Eigeman’s character in the picture was not in any way mimicking Wallace. I even (somehow) checked out the NPR segment, and it turned out the invocation of his name had been pretty generic: Eigeman had described playing a male “voice of his generation” type of writer, mentioning both Wallace and Jay McInerney, the latter a fellow whose public persona is almost the precise inverse of Wallace’s.
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