So I met with an actress yesterday at the amazing little cafe in Hyde Park called the Sun Ray Cafe (where a great deal of the filming is going to take place). Her name was (and hopefully still is) Lisa Ramos. Dustin Jones and myself sat for a few minutes rolling cigarettes and drinking a pitcher of Pabst when she came in. She was wonderful. It is such an amazing moment when you meet a performer who understands your little labor of love. Now, I am not saying that Lisa understood every aspect and level of NAUSEA… but goddammit, no one will or is supposed to. The beauty of this so called “art form” or masturbatory binge of self deprecation and self loathing we so elegantly refer to as motion picture or more accurately “storytelling” is that no one, and I do mean NO ONE needs to understand anything. It is not created with an idea of telling a specific moral or theme. In fact, it is nearly void of moral and completely void of theme (or is it the other way?). But for fuck’s sake There was one when I wrote the first draft, a new one for the second draft, a third, a fourth, and by the end it will be whatever the fuck IT WANTS TO BE and you (the ever growing stupids) will interpret this however you will. And when I am in the audience (a part of the ever growing stupids) the same experience is cursed upon me.
Now, I am just babbling. Forgive my brain, I have been up all night stalking old women (it breaks me down a bit to be filled with such illustrious desire). The point I am making is that the whole idea of storytelling or living in general is simply to discover those who can see the world through your eyes, at least partially, or impartially, or at least make an attempt; and of course the most magnificent of these connections is those who see the world wholly through your eyes… but those are the people you want to marry… or rape.
I have no desire to rape Lisa or to marry her, but Christ on a wooden staple, I certainly am pleased to announce that we are casting her in the role of Tracy opposite the ever sensually if not equally disgusting Mr. Dustin Jones. I truly can not wait to see this come to fruition.
Now, to break this down again… I have (so far) a cast which absolutely blows my mind. I of course am the highlight of all this… for anyone who has seen me act, I am by far the greatest thing to ever happen. Michael C. Hall? Who the fuck? Daniel Day-Lewis? Homo! Wes Malvini… now that is a performer… of course that is only because I am diagnosed with schizophrenia and a little thing called “an over zealous sexual appetite”…. but in all honesty, the truly exciting cast is Lindsay Howard who is completely awe-inspiring and I can not wait (literally it gives me gas) to see her perform with a camera. Enough said about her because I do not want to ruin this amazing surprise I am giving the world by putting her in a movie. How fucking awesome can I be?
And to make me even better we have the cantankerous, king of eroticism Aaron Powell in a juicier than Juicy Fruit role…. I am excited.
I need to jerk off.
The camera will be here this week. Testing begins soon.
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