In this world, we look for goodness.
And we think back.
Buttercup.
The name is not quite right.
But Robin Wright is perfect.
To conjure memories of wonder.
Rapunzel.
La fille aux cheveux de lin.
Ahh, yes…
We are getting closer.
Sick. Bedridden.
Fever dreams of distant possibilities.
And Secretary of Defense, William “The Refrigerator” Perry.
The kissing had to be cut out.
The censors, you understand.
And perhaps we have saved these kisses for the finish line.
As you wish. As you like it.
Have it your way. I love you.
But enter from offstage the Dread Pirate Pico de Gallo.
Lisping speech impediments abound.
Wallace Shawn in The Seventh Seal.
And the sartorial strap of André the Giant.
Grenoble.
We are getting closer.
We learn that Saul Berenson is a very good actor.
Mandy Patinkin.
Hound Dog Taylor didn’t need no bass.
Enter from orchestra pit Johnny Cash.
When you are tumbling in love…weightless…in an orchard of God’s making.
Abloom. In Stockholm.
Pretexts. False flags. It’s all here.
But Rob Reiner insists on cinema.
From the quicksand.
Don’t believe in yourself.
To his credit.
Tesla.
But this one goes to 50.
Years.
Off your life.
Two skinned appendages. Comes with the package.
Houellebecq quote. Creeley.
Could have sworn Mel Smith was Viv Savage (David Kaff).
Hyperlinks to Rare Bird (Charisma, Polydor).
Abandon all hope…in the hand of Dante.
The cries of the innocent.
Clouds of blood.
Slaying the witch.
On live television.
Strategic management from Stephen Hawking.
Weekend at Bernie’s.
Professional courtesy.
The only good thing Billy Crystal ever did.
Revenge.
Daniel Craig in writer’s strike watching The Princess Bride.
Voilá Quantum of Solace.
And Tosca.
Rachmaninov would live again…after the first symphony…in the Symphonic Dances…quoting himself…like John Fogerty…but just momentarily…to remember…conquering a state…percussing an albino…leaping from a cliff…holding up the memory of the dead…and thick glasses…on a young boy…this string quartet is for you.
“Feel sick and dirty/More dead than alive”
No Houellebecq.
“I could sleep for a thousand years…Different colors made of tears”
I was friends with André. And he with me.
Horse pills.
Bo Diddley.
Diddley bow.
Primal scream.
The holocaust cloak in Histoire(s) du cinéma.
“Look out honey ’cause I’m using technology”
Mawwiage.
Abdomen smited.
Come too far.
Not limousine liberal.
Stand down.
“She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes”
Leaves two.
Hello lady!
Honor thy father and mother.
-PD
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