Designed by Midnight Marauder.
Taxi Driver is a very special case: it’s a film that was made because the people involved all made large financial sacrifices and stuck to them for a long time. The entire above-the-line cost for Scorsese, De Niro, Michael and Julia Phillips and Tony Bill, Peter Boyle, Jodie Foster, and myself was probably around $150,000; people were doing it for next to nothing. We were all young enough to want to do something that will last. De Niro told me, when we were talking about whether the film would make any money, that he felt it was a film people would be watching fifty years from now, and that whether everybody watched it next year wasn’t important. That’s how we came to it, and that’s why we didn’t make any compromises; we figured if we’re going to compromise on money, we’re certainly not going to compromise on anything else. There’s nothing in the film that was put there at the studio’s insistence. There are things we disagree about, things I would have done differently. —Paul Schrader interviewed by Richard Thompson
Or Hiding in Plain Sight. You are driving on the interstate, any interstate, and I guarantee you will pass signs for “Gentleman’s Clubs” accompanied by an outline or photo of a nubile young woman. You will, if you are a woman, and if you notice the sign, tolerate it as the price of being female. Because that is how it is. Continue reading
Last night, (I have been using the DVR function on my TV) I was watching Apocolypse Now Redux and a PBS special on Jeff Bridges. The show had excerpts from all of his movies including The Big Lebowski. I had forgotten how much I liked the character of the Dude. Continue reading
Yesterday. Another day too precious to photograph. Visit with dear friend who has been ill for some time, not terminally ill but very ill. Now her husband has cancer. They are facing all of this with uncommon grace. No, that’s wrong. Grace in the face of extreme hardship is common and is what gives the human race the dignity that remains. Continue reading
An interesting quote posted on IMDB Ballad of Sad Cafe. Strange little movie watching it now.
Thank you Oliver Stone:
Baaaa! Fuck it, they sold us out – so what! What’d
you’all expect? Civilian life is phoney BULLSHIT
man. They’re ROBOTS man – watchin’ dopey television
and drivin’ dopey cars, and they fuck up, nobody
dies. That’s all right, you keep fuckin’ up,
politicians keep lyin’. Cause it don’t really
matter. Don’t mean shit. So what! Whatcha want – a
parade! Fuck that too! No war time no grunt never
got no respect. Till he was dead – and even THEN!
You’re fighting for YOURSELF man! You’re fighting
for your SOUL, dat’s all. Remember dat. And it’s
some goddamn battle too – if you’se a man, wrestle
with that angel …
(swings his entrenching tool in a rhythmic chain-gang style)
… Love and Hate – the whole shitbang show, that’s
the story then and now and it ain’t hardly gonna