At the heart of this story lies a revelation that feels both surprising and, somehow, perfectly fitting: Paul Thomas Anderson, one of American cinema's most distinctive voices, apparently performed extensive uncredited rewrites on the film.
The original screenplay, credited to veteran writer Eric Roth, underwent a dramatic transformation that mirrors the film's own journey from a conventional “white savior” narrative to something far more nuanced and challenging. In recent interviews, Roth's carefully chosen words reveal a writer's complex relationship with a project that evolved far beyond his initial vision. “I have some mixed feelings about the movie,” he admits, though he's quick to affirm its importance. His original draft centered on FBI agent Tom White (ultimately played by Jesse Plemons), positioning the story as a more traditional law enforcement procedural.
What makes this particularly fascinating is how the film's metamorphosis parallels broader cultural conversations about representation and perspective in historical narratives. Leonardo DiCaprio's decision to switch roles from the FBI agent to the morally compromised Ernest Burkhart triggered a cascade of changes that would fundamentally alter the film's DNA. This shift wasn't merely cosmetic – it represented a complete reimagining of whose story was being told.
Lily Gladstone's revelation that her character only appeared in three scenes in Roth's original draft speaks volumes about this transformation. The final film, with her powerhouse performance as Mollie Burkhart at its center, stands as a testament to how radical this reimagining was. The choice to center the Osage perspective wasn't just artistically sound – it was morally necessary.
The involvement of Paul Thomas Anderson adds another layer of intrigue to this already complex narrative. Known for his meticulous craft and singular vision, PTA's reported role as an uncredited script doctor feels like one of those perfect Hollywood secrets – the kind that makes absolute sense once revealed. His touch can perhaps be felt in the film's more intimate moments, in the way it weaves personal betrayal with historical tragedy.
This practice of high-profile uncredited rewrites isn't new to Hollywood – it's a tradition as old as the industry itself. What makes this case particularly noteworthy is the caliber of talents involved: Scorsese, Anderson, and Roth represent different generations of American filmmaking excellence, each bringing their own sensibilities to this monumental story.
The final product – a three-and-a-half-hour meditation on greed, betrayal, and cultural genocide – bears little resemblance to the more conventional crime drama initially conceived. This transformation, while perhaps disappointing to those who worked on earlier versions, has resulted in something more challenging and ultimately more essential. It's a film that forces audiences to confront uncomfortable truths about American history, not through the safe distance of a white law enforcement perspective, but through the intimate lens of the Osage people themselves.
What emerges from this behind-the-scenes story is a testament to the collaborative and often messy nature of filmmaking. Sometimes the greatest films come not from executing an initial vision perfectly, but from having the courage to radically reimagine that vision when necessary. “Killers of the Flower Moon” stands as proof that even in modern Hollywood, where commercial considerations often trump artistic ones, there's still room for such bold creative evolution.
The question this raises isn't just about credit or authorship – it's about the nature of collaboration in filmmaking itself. How many other great films have been shaped by invisible hands? How often does the final cut represent not just one vision, but a complex amalgam of creative influences working in concert?
This was not a good film . The first time I watched it I thought it felt like a Forest Gump style movie. I didn’t know until later Roth was the FG screen writer. Things and people were real but out of place/order. And it was a white savior movie. As an Osage, I don’t understand why the truth wasn’t a good enough story without getting so creative. It was disappointing whoever wrote whatever.