Like the edge of the earth.
We are driving away from Dean Stockwell. It’s a sad moment for me. How can I separate myself from him?? How can I BEAR it?
But look at that sky!
Do you think I scared Dean Stockwell, looking – as I do here in this photo I took before we left for his exhibit – like a Unabomber wannabe?
Sheila: “Yo. Dean-o. Love your work, bro.”
Dean: “Stay away from me, please. You scare me.”
LOL! Yeah, that “do I really have to leave now?” feeling.
There were much scarier people than you around that evening. Like the guy with the dogs. And Dean seemed to like him. Not too crazy about the dogs, though.
Didja know Dean was in a movie about the Unabomber? It’s out on DVD now. Maybe for Christmas…
“Unabomber wannabe”
HAHAHAHAHAHA
I always make strange faces whenever I am taking a self-photo. I think I am making a normal face, but when I look at the pic, I usually end up looking totally insane, hahaha!
You can see the look in one of my eyeballs – the one on the left hand side of the photo – and I think the expression is truly psychotic. I was honestly just trying to focus on taking the picture – but I look nuts!
Well, seek comfort in the fact that you definately have better hair than the Unabomber.
I just watched Grizzly Man yesterday. I can barely even think about it without fearing I will slip into a vortex of some kind. We only see him when he wants us to and how he wants us to.
This picture reminds me of that.
I think we should do a mocumentary with you as the subject. At some point, Mitchell will play a character who is obsessed with mask work and Commedia dell’arte. I’m kind of serious about it.
Isn’t Timothy Treadwell a total MINDFUCK, david? I have so much I need to say about it. Seriously. Unbelievable.
He missed the memo (that we all got – that humankind has always had) that nature is “red in tooth and claw”. He thinks grizzly bears are “misunderstood”. Uhm – no. YOU’RE the one who misunderstands.
I was enraged by him – but also faaaaaascinated. How about his parents??
What is my role in the mockumentary? Is Mitchell some sort of expert? I need to see him pontificate on “Harlequin” and his role in commedia. I already want to vomit.
He was that guy we knew back in college (you know who I’m talking about). He had that kind of functional insanity. He had the ambition and intense self-delusion just like him. There is so much to say about him. I’m still reeling.
And, not to mention, the characters Herzog finds along the way. The autopsy guy!? WTF!?
It was so uncomfortable. When he firsts stands his ground against the mother grizzly and as she’s walking away he’s talking in that cloying, sickly, sweet voice, “It’s OK. I love you, I love you.”
Dude, she doesn’t care.
You are some kind of wacko in this mockumentary, with some kind of crazy obsession. I think you’ll be BRILLIANT. Bob has all the equipment, we just have to figure it out, and with all our actor friends, we can make a film to rival Waiting For Guffman. Well, we can try anyway.
I can’t wait to see the scene where Sheila is marveling over a piece of Dean Stockwell’s poop.
//Dude, she doesn’t care. //
hahaha exactly!!
Those bears don’t love you! They TOLERATE you!!
Leave them alone!!
Amazing movie.
David – I’m in. Let’s fly Mitchell in to be some ‘expert’ on Sheila. Who happens to have a commedia obsession. I am already laughing.
Member when we went to that movie at the Tribeca Film Festival (which shall remain nameless) and Mitchell was like, “I KNEW someone up on that stage had done mask work!!!”
hahahahahahaha
Oh and David – I hadn’t thought of Treadwell as that guy we knew. But that is so spot ON now that I think about it.
hahahahaha!
Also, Emily, I’m laughing my frigging ass off thinking of Sheila hovering over Dean Stockwell’s warm poop, saying, “This was just inside him.”
hahahaha I draw the line at poop.
“It’s part of her life!!!”
No shit, buddy. We all defecate. Get over it. It’s not some miraculous fucking thing.
How about him giving romantic advice to freakin’ Mr. Chocolate or whatever his name was?
Dude: LOVE?
That’s a BEAR.
Sigh.
What a maddening and amazing movie.
I think the “man to man” talk was my favorite part. Either that, or him hovering over the carving someone left on one of the logs with a smiley face that said “see you next summer, Timmy!”
“This is clearly a threat of some kind.”
That just illustrated his paranoia and contempt for mankind so perfectly. That guy’s string of mental illnesses could keep a shrink in business for a decade.
How ’bout him begging with the fox to give him back his hat. “I NEED that hat!!! I NEED it! Don’t do this to me right now!”
Tim, I’m guessing the fox doesn’t speak English.
David, I’m imagining Mitchell sitting in an office – book-lined – with commedia masks hanging from the shelves, little Pierrot characters on the desk … pontificating about me, going on and on in that totally BULLSHIT way he has … somehow working in commedia themes to his other work …
ha!
It’s so strange, yet it makes total sense.
I’m laughing soooo hard right now. I can see it as clear as day. How much fun would this be?!
Right. It’s hysterical. Because of the hatred seething underneath it all.
“As we all can see in this particular mask …”
EWWWW.
Or have much of a capacity for logic so that you can reason with him by saying “please don’t take my hat.”
Here’s the two of us babbling incessantly like mad women right after I’d watched the movie for the first time.
I forgot about that helicopter pilot saying “I think that the bears thought Treadwell was mentally retarded and that’s why they left him alone for so long …”
Emily – reading that comment thread is hilarious. we sound so FRENZIED. I love it! I just remember I was so pissed you hadn’t seen it yet when we got together in LA – the time Alex and I were babbling about it AT you in the backseat. “You have to see it, you have to see it! It’s her poop – it’s her poop – I love her poop!!” etc. I just knew you would totally be fascinated by the film. (And revolted, as well. But that’s part of the whole interest of it, I think!)
Wasn’t that kind of crazy? If you describe that scene:
So, we were sitting in Alex’s car outside of the store the Manson family tried to rob in the 70s with Alex and Sheila in the front seat doing Timothy Treadwell impersonations.
We sound like lunatics. When I finally did see it, there were moments I was practically in hysterics recalling you guys and seeing how spot-on your impersonations were.
HAHAHAHA
“It’s her pooooooooop!!!”
Yeah. It’s a poop. Calm down, Timothy.
I can distinctly remember Alex re-enacting the “F#$@ YOU PARK RANGER!” scene with near precision.
In between peering into the Manson shootout store. hahahahaha Like – we were just SITTING there in the car, staring at a random store!
That park ranger moment was Treadwell’s most honest moment. That was his REAL voice. There was so much rage there. Every other voice he used was just phony. What was interesting to me was that he couldn’t feel his own phoniness. I am sometimes phony, because of – whatever – shyness, insecurity – and I can FEEL it when I am. But he couldn’t.
I almost liked him when he was screaming at the park ranger. At least he was being REAL then.
Not sniveling over a dead bumblebee and wanting to be loved for his unbelievable sensitivity.
man, great flick – I need to see it again.
So do I. It would mean so much to me if we could watch it together. I have to send you a private e-mail about the one guy I actually did watch it with.
Oh yes! Please!
Best case scenario would be if you, me and Alex could watch it together. Maybe we could watch it in a double-feature with that documentary about the Weather Underground so all of our heads could explode simultaneously in outrage.
We watched that doc. too during my same trip to LA and we had to pause it at one point so that Alex could shout an impassioned monologue at me about what assholes all of those people were. She was SHOUTING at me. hahahaha
“Look. You don’t like it here? FINE. Then MOVE. But DON’T BLOW UP BUILDINGS YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”
I cowered in fear. “Uhm Alex … I wasn’t part of that group ….”
“I’M SORRY. BUT I AM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW AT THOSE PEOPLE.” she shouted.
etc.
It was a great week of movie-watching.
Oh, and I also saw the murdered boy lying in the street in a pool of blood. Good times!