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.Yes, here it is.Same fellows.It was a sort of Son of ChopperHeaven and not quite as successful.""Any way I could get to see the movies? Just one would do.Either one.""I can call around the neighborhood.People are getting big collections ofmovies on videotape, the home-television kind and the three-quarter-inchcommercial.I can show either one.I get tapes from the shows I'm on.""If it wouldn't be too much trouble.""Why am I doing you favors anyway? Okay.After lunch?""Had it on the airplane.""It'll just be a salad.Choke it down.Or the Snow Princess will snap agusset." She led me on into the terrazzo silence I remembered, where there wasdark paneling transplanted from ancient churches and portraits in oil of theowner.There were white throw rugs, and sparse white furniture, and a largewall cabinet of glass and mirrors containing a collection of owls in potteryand crystal, in jade, wood, ivory, bone, and silver.I stopped to admire them."Used to be elephants," I said."They're in the bedroom."She led me to an alcove off the dining area where there was a window table fortwo overlooking the pool, the long slope of the garden, and the city beyond.The Korean maid brought the salad in a big wooden bowl, fresh spinach, withcheese and mushrooms, some bits of bacon, a dressing of vinegar and oil withan aftertaste of garlic.Tall nubbly glasses full of iced tea with mint.In Lee's casual conversation, in her expression, in her tone of voice, in theway she held herself, she seemed to be making an offer of herself, to bePage 61 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmladvertising her accessibility.And because any actress is such a manneredthing, such an arbitrary construction, I could not tell whether she was merelybeing her habitual self or inviting mischief."Who occupies the secretarial suite these days?""There's not as much to do, of course.Not like it used to be.A darling youngman comes in and works in there three days a week.The letters and cards keepcoming, thank God.A lot of it from those late late late late shows, thepictures I made at the time they were filming Birth of a Nation.I had myeighteenth birthday on location.I was aching to look at least twenty.Can youimagine?"She smiled at me over the rim of the iced-tea glass, green eyes as frosty asthe glass.It took her three phone calls to locate a home videotape of Chopper Heaven.Aboy on a bicycle delivered it.Her little projection area was an alcove offthe bedroom.Two double chaises faced the oversized screen on which thetelevision image was projected.The set and projector were between the twodouble chaises.The sound came out of two speakers, one on either side of thescreen.There was no window in the alcove.Daylight filtered in through thedrawn draperies in the bedroom.I watched the eighty-minute show with total attention.Peter Kesner was giventhe writing credit, directing credit, producing credit.The sound track wasold-fashioned hard rock.And loud.Hand-held cameras, grainy film, unadjustedcolor values from scene to scene.But it moved.It was saying that this bikerworld was quick, brutal, and curiously indifferent to its own brutality,almost unaware of it.The characters seemed to want things very badly and, when they got them,discarded them.The dialogue was primitive but had an authentic ring.Thebikers' girls were sullen and slutty.After death and bombings, Dirty Bob andthe Senator rode off down the highway toward the dawn, bawling a dirty song intheir hoarse untrained voices, over the rumble of the two big machines.She got up and turned it off and pushed the rewind key."Interesting," shesaid."It doesn't hold up.At the time it was more daring than it is now.Itcost a million and a half and grossed maybe fifteen to twenty.""Would Kesner have made a lot of money?""Darling! This is the Industry! The really creative people are theaccountants.A big studio got over half the profit, after setting breakeven atabout three times the cost, taking twenty-five percent of income as anoverhead charge, and taking thirty percent of income as a distribution charge,plus rental fees, and prime interest on what they advanced.If he had made amillion, including fees for his services, I'd be surprised.Peter lives verywell.I'm surprised Josie could afford him.Anyway I remembered the picture asbeing better.Some of my old ones seem to be much better than I remembered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Yes, here it is.Same fellows.It was a sort of Son of ChopperHeaven and not quite as successful.""Any way I could get to see the movies? Just one would do.Either one.""I can call around the neighborhood.People are getting big collections ofmovies on videotape, the home-television kind and the three-quarter-inchcommercial.I can show either one.I get tapes from the shows I'm on.""If it wouldn't be too much trouble.""Why am I doing you favors anyway? Okay.After lunch?""Had it on the airplane.""It'll just be a salad.Choke it down.Or the Snow Princess will snap agusset." She led me on into the terrazzo silence I remembered, where there wasdark paneling transplanted from ancient churches and portraits in oil of theowner.There were white throw rugs, and sparse white furniture, and a largewall cabinet of glass and mirrors containing a collection of owls in potteryand crystal, in jade, wood, ivory, bone, and silver.I stopped to admire them."Used to be elephants," I said."They're in the bedroom."She led me to an alcove off the dining area where there was a window table fortwo overlooking the pool, the long slope of the garden, and the city beyond.The Korean maid brought the salad in a big wooden bowl, fresh spinach, withcheese and mushrooms, some bits of bacon, a dressing of vinegar and oil withan aftertaste of garlic.Tall nubbly glasses full of iced tea with mint.In Lee's casual conversation, in her expression, in her tone of voice, in theway she held herself, she seemed to be making an offer of herself, to bePage 61 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmladvertising her accessibility.And because any actress is such a manneredthing, such an arbitrary construction, I could not tell whether she was merelybeing her habitual self or inviting mischief."Who occupies the secretarial suite these days?""There's not as much to do, of course.Not like it used to be.A darling youngman comes in and works in there three days a week.The letters and cards keepcoming, thank God.A lot of it from those late late late late shows, thepictures I made at the time they were filming Birth of a Nation.I had myeighteenth birthday on location.I was aching to look at least twenty.Can youimagine?"She smiled at me over the rim of the iced-tea glass, green eyes as frosty asthe glass.It took her three phone calls to locate a home videotape of Chopper Heaven.Aboy on a bicycle delivered it.Her little projection area was an alcove offthe bedroom.Two double chaises faced the oversized screen on which thetelevision image was projected.The set and projector were between the twodouble chaises.The sound came out of two speakers, one on either side of thescreen.There was no window in the alcove.Daylight filtered in through thedrawn draperies in the bedroom.I watched the eighty-minute show with total attention.Peter Kesner was giventhe writing credit, directing credit, producing credit.The sound track wasold-fashioned hard rock.And loud.Hand-held cameras, grainy film, unadjustedcolor values from scene to scene.But it moved.It was saying that this bikerworld was quick, brutal, and curiously indifferent to its own brutality,almost unaware of it.The characters seemed to want things very badly and, when they got them,discarded them.The dialogue was primitive but had an authentic ring.Thebikers' girls were sullen and slutty.After death and bombings, Dirty Bob andthe Senator rode off down the highway toward the dawn, bawling a dirty song intheir hoarse untrained voices, over the rumble of the two big machines.She got up and turned it off and pushed the rewind key."Interesting," shesaid."It doesn't hold up.At the time it was more daring than it is now.Itcost a million and a half and grossed maybe fifteen to twenty.""Would Kesner have made a lot of money?""Darling! This is the Industry! The really creative people are theaccountants.A big studio got over half the profit, after setting breakeven atabout three times the cost, taking twenty-five percent of income as anoverhead charge, and taking thirty percent of income as a distribution charge,plus rental fees, and prime interest on what they advanced.If he had made amillion, including fees for his services, I'd be surprised.Peter lives verywell.I'm surprised Josie could afford him.Anyway I remembered the picture asbeing better.Some of my old ones seem to be much better than I remembered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]