What is Hollywood, you ask, dear children? A quorum of whores babbling endlessly on about fucking while the bordello is razed for a penny arcade -- Paul Bern

Friday, September 3, 2010


Perhaps, it is HE who throws off the table reading and then disappears in Inland Empire.

Like the politely obstinate ghost that he is, Schroeter keeps turning up everywhere, like Waldo or Bin Laden, working himself into the DNA of the next century. 

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