once in oxford circus i told fran that making a film is like going to war: one had to be totally on board or expect enormous casualties. one also had to be willing to cause a bit of damage, inflict some pain. she agreed in principle, but it was very late, and by then we had walked all the way to kings cross by the big banner of shakespeare.
he stands silent in the soft blue moonlight. all around they are destroying his church. his brother is scalped and eaten. the curse could not be burned away with fire. nor could it be drowned in the sea. kicked stoned and starved.
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