Hey, New Yorkers! Put down your bagels; stop spray-painting those subway cars and inventing hip-hop; Fleet Week is cancelled. I have news that will appeal to all from the Bronx to the Battery. (Real estate developers are now calling the Battery “NoBaBooBoo” and I don’t think it’s catching on.) Is it Springsteen on Broadway? No, it’s the Dead in the Village!
Hey, Los Angelenos! Stop sexually harassing each other at cocaine parties for a second. No, I don’t want to hear about your screenplay, or your sobriety. In fact, shut the fuck up and listen for once in your shallow, fruitless lives. The Dead! Yay!
What are you doing?
An ad. I am doing an advertisement. Long Strange Trip is being re-released to theaters in New York in Los Angeles in the next couple weeks.
You got paid to do an ad?
Maybe “ad” was the wrong word. I am doing a favor.
The lovely young gentleman from the movie studio or publicity company or wherever asked me to. And, as you know, I am a team player.
He sent me a very pleasant e-mail about the matter, and I sent one back demanding that he watch me shower.
That’s why they call you Johnny Showbiz.
I’m a Hollywood dynamo.
At least tell the nice people who live in those dreadful cities where and when they can see the film.
It’s playing at the Laemmle in Beverly Hills from 10/13 to 10/19.
The Village East Cinema from 11/3 to 11/9. That’s in New York.
The Enthusiasts are capable of deductive reasoning.
Some. Some of them are.
True. This was a nice thing you did. Like a mitzvah.
Yay. I did a mitzvah.
Not what I said. I said it was like a mitzvah. You didn’t feed anyone or anything.
I’m a hero.
I hate this life we lead.