Lola runs. The techno blares. She passes a clock and sees that she only has ten more minutes. The movie has sixty more. How is the filmmaker going to do it?
Feeling scared and vulnerable, Stillwell decided to play it cool and hitchhike into the mountains, eat weeds, and have nothing to do with movies for a while.
As Will hurried through the dark, freezing streets, he thought about the plan: Get the hell out of this town, marry Winona Ryder, and live happily ever after. All he had to do was write a book…
Find me, I have placed myself in films just to help you locate me. Find me and we can then share the love neither of us has and it will be true and wonderful and eternal…
Affliction is what you get when there’s perfect harmony between all the elements of film: The directing, writing, cinematography, set design, editing, acting…
Everett Stillwell and myself sit in his cabin. Outside, the night is hostile and frigid. We’re drinking cheap wine, watching TV, and talking about queers.
When I found 1997 wandering through the woods of Northern Maine, she looked chilled and distracted, so I took her back to my cabin for a hot toddy or two.
This should have been just a madcap, goofy, directed-by-Carl-Reiner sort of comedy. They threw in gratuitous violence, bad hair, bad skin, and bad singing.
The marginally true story of Ellsworth “Bumpy” Johnson from his release from Sing Sing, to his rise to the top of the 1930’s Harlem number’s racket empire.