Alas, not many of us planned for that. We like to think of ourselves, after all, as artists. Artistes. Or at the very least artisans. We have studied, trained, fought and starved for our belief in the fine art of SHOW business. Not many of us aimed for the sales department.

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I’d long since grown used to handing my films over to some faceless distributor who showered me with golden promises and called it rain. Sometimes the magic worked, sometimes I was ripped off like a greenhorn. Most times my film fell into a hole, where apparently the rabbit ate all the good, green stuff.

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I just read an interview with Roger Ebert. Surgeries have finally removed his cancer, but left him unable to eat or drink. Or talk. He called it a gift from the gods – all his desires had been replaced by all his memories of satiety.

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