) Don Segall (the writer, not the director) followed me out and was justifiably annoyed at my behavior. Rudy went back upstairs. As Flint goes over the edge, Calista appears at the rim of his fading world, leans over him and looks disgruntled. I’m prepared to cut our losses by getting rid of you.
I saw every bit of that landscape in there, every fold and crease; every bolt hole and rat run; everygully and arroyo; all of his The superimposed chin-up-through-it-all horseshit that allHollywood hangers-on adopted. must have been fifty ofthem, Rudy. I have no secrets from a soothsayer, it seems.
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