“I like you. You have a heart of glass.”
Damn you, Amazon. Damn you all to hell!
Oh dear. I have just went crazy with regards to Werner Herzog.
Since the death of my last VHS playing device, it’s been a long ongoing journey, this DVD replacement thing. So much to buy and on such a limited budget. Sometimes it can be painful having to part with an old, chewed up copy of something you paid over twenty quid for. Twenty three quid for a fucking video? Ah, the early nineties and their overpricing of anything you couldn’t pick up at random in your local HMV.
Those were the days, eh?
Finally, after being sidetracked time and time again by shiny new things, my period of acting like a magpie on cheap speed has calmed down long enough for all of Herzog’s collaborations with Klaus Kinski to fall into my possession once more. Bargain prices abound where those little babies are concerned, but soon we’re into the territory of those I never owned. Before caution can make me think twice, I’ll just click and add these guys as well, shall I? Oh it’s a slippery slope…
Then I start thinking of Herzog’s voice, and how much I love it. How drawn to his delivery I am, how chilled and zen-like I feel after viewing his documentary features, how it’s a complete lottery waiting for them to appear on BBC4, why haven’t I got a Sky plus box thing yet? Shit man, I still can’t believe the Dalai Lama did that and oh hell it’s Dieter Dengler – he breaks my fucking heart.
Five minutes later and the basket total is getting higher.
I’m then reminded by those lovely web-robots that I have Wild Blue Yonder in my wish list, would I like to purchase it? Fuck yes, I would. Should’ve been out of the wish list and into my hands long before now.
No, no – stop bringing up the recommended items you bastards, ‘tis due to you that I’ll be probably unable to eat again until payday. Still more to go next month.
They will be mine. Oh yes, they will be mine.
Truth be told? It’s the fact that Brad Dourif guy narrates one of the documentaries that’s got you interested, isn’t it? The creep’s been in so many things you could do that “6 Degrees Of..” scenario and hit every actor in Hollywood…
Did he not narrate that XXX dream you had of you and Tilda Swinton, mondo?
Ha Ha Haaa Benzine.
By sheer coincidence, Mr. Dourif does appear as an alien in Wild Blue Yonder, hence the reason it should’ve been out the wishlist sooner. He’s always a happy coincidence for me as you can imagine. I think you know my stance where that Bradford Claude is concerned (and, yes, it does involve some form of intricate maneuvering, a steady hand and a strong grip…)
You’re right about the XXX dream. Jesus, did I let that one slip to you? Not only did he narrate it, Benzine, he also filmed it, and sketched rough drawings with his free hand. Said he had a new film in mind for Spielberg, in which myself and Ms. Swinton played the part of amorous aliens. Bloody good dream it was too. Epic.
Ah the subconscious…is it not a spectacularly fucked up thing?
Epic? Hmmm… Sounds so good I’m typing with one hand, heheh. Can almost smell the damp from here; Was it not similar in style to the end of “Requiem For a Dream?”
Highly similar, Benzine, highly similar…