Oh man; spring is almost here and it always makes me uneasy about how I ought to dress. Right, cause in the winter it’s easy, you can just wear a dark suit or a jump suit, and in the summer you can wear just like a white knit shirt that’s totally comfortable or even one dyed a light color, you know, like a, what do they call those, those, those fucking bearaguy shirts? That’s not right. What the fuck is that shirt called. You know what I mean, those Mexican shirts.

But in the spring man, it’s like, what do I wear? Do I put on a black suit but just always carry the coat? Cause otherwise it gets too hot, unless, unless there’s some big shot you have to have a meeting with and he’s complaining about how fucking hot it is man, and this dude is just sweating right through his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and he’s kinda fat but mostly just cause he’s old, man, but this guy’s like a real player and there’s about to be some business going down and you’ve got to meet with him to talk about this shit.

So you come in and it’s like 90 degrees and they’ve got all the fans on in some old creaky building and everyone’s just got all kinds of sweat pouring through their clothes; like the dudes standing at the door with the guns, in case any shit goes down, those guys are just sweating like pigs, man, like fucking pigs.

So a few weeks ago Samuel L forwarded me this YouTube link of a bunch of inmates at a prison in the Philippines performing Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.”

and I have to say I was a little pissed off okay, not super pissed, right, but just a little bit because I already had a totally similar idea for my next film, only it was going to be the reverse. My next film was going to be about a bunch of guys in
prison who are trying to get revenge on the guy who they think set them up after he slipped up on the outside, only I was going to have the prisoners played by actors, instead of having actors played by prisoners, like in this clip okay, and there would be this one really intense scene, just crazy, right, where the protagonist was about get raped in the shower but instead he shivs the guy and there’s blood all over the walls and and and it’s really graphic with all kinds of blood and the guy’s just screaming, right, just FUCKING SCREAMING HIS FACE OFF

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So yesterday Uma Thurman called to tell me Ingmar Bergman died. This is sad for me, right, because you can’t understand how influential he was on my earliest stuff. For example, his visual framing in Winter Light differs so much from how he shot Through A Glass Darkly that the films seem to simultaneously contrast and compliment each other kind of like two criminals—a black guy and a white guy, shooting it out in a small midwestern convenience store, right, but they respect each other even though they have different ways of doing business.

I always tried to get Ingmar to come to the screenings, but he always said he was doing something in Sweden or Germany. He was always nice about saying no anyway. He was always one polite motherfucker.

Okay so there’s this new thing now, right, like politicians want to try to tap in to the viral market, man, like the viral videos like YouTube, okay. So, for example, this guy Mike Gravel made this film right, you can watch it here: