The Director: Visionary and perverse, he coaxes and prods his cast and crew as he tries to bend them to his will in the pursuit of his surrealistic masterpiece. The Actress: Ravishing beautiful, she despises the filmmaker almost as much as she fears him. The Cinematographer: He clashes with the Director’s spontaneous and unorthodox methods, and denies his own clouded past with the Actress. The Actor: A glorious hunk of manhood, he’ll do anything for and with anybody, as long as sex, alcohol, or drugs are involved . . . As the cameras roll on a desolate stretch of Mexican coast, and the gruesomely mutilated body of a crew member is found, a terrifying scenario unfolds—and art becomes a matter of life and death.
|Publisher:||Turner Publishing Company|
|Product dimensions:||5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.80(d)|
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“You can go home.”
He grinned, turned on the stool, and faced Julian. He was happy; he was eager to fight.
“Mick, I’ll tell you something. I didn’t want you for this picture. DiMotta asked for you. I didn’t fight him, because I knew how good you used to be, and I knew that you needed work. No one will hire you anymore. I’m sorry now that I didn’t persuade DiMotta to get someone else.”
Callaghan was grinning crookedly. Julian thought, drunks love quarrels, they need them.
Julian finished his drink and picked up his package of cigarettes off the bar.
“You’re no fun at all,” Callaghan said.
“I can get a good cameraman from Mexico City. Your choice, Mick. You can be on the dock at 1:00 a .m . ready to work, or you can go back to L.A. tomorrow.”
“Maybe I’ll just kick your teeth out,” Callaghan said happily. “How’s that?”
“You’ve been losing bar fights for five years. There’s no originality in knocking you down.”
Julian turned and started across the room. Callaghan cursed him loudly.
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