You know, @Jakob , I was too out of my mind to realize it, but this is an excellent film.
I will die having made a movie.
Thanks to your Nazi friend for his music, without which it could not exist. And to you for your bravey.
I guess, if I made a director’s cut, it would include the shot of you eating from the wooden altar.
I was too shellshocked by disgust of human proximity from the events of the preceding years to understand the genius of it. Watching it this time, I was even waiting for it. I had forgotten that I had pussied out.
On the other hand, maybe this preserves the Polish purity of the artistry of the film. It’s a Polish movie through and through.
But that’s a thing.
Same type of genius as telling the rolling wheel to shut up. I had not understood it until now. For the same reasons.
Still, that shell shock was an immense part of the reason I was able to make this with you. My proximity to the inspiration didn’t allow me to appreciate the result, but it was needed in producing it.
I keep seeing Charles Bronson’s smiling face. Which might be silly, he was no intellectual. But the subconscious mind understands no such reasons.
As a Venezuelan, I have some Polish in me. Aside from straight Italian Renaissantism, hidden deep beneath the layers of the gravel, it is the only properly intellectual strain that we have.
Maybe that applies to Chile as well. Jodorowski.
In any case. Enough Pezerian bullshit.
Nice flick, cuz. Thank you for making it with me.
Yes, it sucked that you did not understand the quality of what we were doing. I was trying to get you to take the directors hat with all the ardor I had for delegating, but for then mysterious reasons you refused adamantly except for a couple of instances, which turned out great. Like the snow shoveling one. That you see it now is just a little bitter. Imagine what Jacks would have been if you’d have been directing. But ok, shellshocked. I saw more strength and genius in you than you did. Anyway that talent doesn’t go away. You’re basically directing a persona here on the forum, with great skill. But your ability to even be shellshocked by subtle things is a great talent.
The neonazi is not my friend by the way, just the best Nietzschean Ive known. He was Ollies friend, somewhat. Sincerely the boldest writer thats ever been online, which is why all of his posts, one forum after another, have been deleted, and now his blog is behind a friend-wall as well.
Anyway. Some of the project we conceived I took up again on a larger scale.
Also Im not Polish of descent, but Lithuanian. If we are bringing style back to ethnicity, Polish style is more operatic than I am, and than this is. You will not see Poles being this weird so openly.
If I can offer anything aside from criticism on your political thinking, it would be, just start making films in any shape or form. Documentary could be your thing, as supremely observant as you are. When you’re good at it, it’s a free ticket to everywhere and everyone.
But have people in them.
Caudillo is an excellent name.
I swear to allmighty Zeus, I have the strangest connections with Lithuania.
I remember you mentioned that.
I have these desires about people sometimes, things I see in them.
I don’t see what may be lacking or standing in the way. Im not a a genius in that regard. But I do see the potential.
So my desire regarding you is that you go to Israel and make a documentary there. About the soil.
That soil smells nice. Spicy. But the Levant and Middle East Ive visited smells nice in general. Damascus smelled great when I entered, of herbs and fire.
Israel is definitely on the traveling list. So is the rest of that coast. But not until the third world socialists are gone. I have had enough of that stench to last fifty lifetimes.
I haven’t followed things for many years, I just derive current events from what was unrolling then. But I overheard from some rude person watching handheld TV in a public place some dumb bitch whining about Trump saying somewhere “to the victor go the spoils.”
So things must be going well