I once was hiking in the hills near my old house in Laurel Canyon when a guy pulled up in a rental van and parked on the little dirt road next to a stilt house. The driver’s door opens and out steps Scorsese, dressed in a perfect tailored suit with a tie-less white dress shirt and those mesh surf slippers that were popular in So Cali in the early 90′s.
I’ve seen the Big Shave — twice — at various film festivals here. It was one of his student projects! The subject was Vietnam. And we cut ourselves to bloody ribbons.
Curtis, that’s a great story about seeing Marty — I got chuckle–though somewhat guarded — seeing him in that American Express commercial where he goes into the photo developing place and critiques the pictures he took of his nephew’s birthday party.
Guy who lives her in RVA was in charge of Marty’s enormous film library at some point during the ’70s. Imagine that? Getting invited over to his place to watch a film? Wow.
Scorsese will be making an appearance in a longer post I’ve got in preparation, about The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp (Powell & Pressburger, 1943). Sadly, I have no personal encounters with the man to relate!
Remind me to tell my Tom Waits stories sometime, though… :)
I once was hiking in the hills near my old house in Laurel Canyon when a guy pulled up in a rental van and parked on the little dirt road next to a stilt house. The driver’s door opens and out steps Scorsese, dressed in a perfect tailored suit with a tie-less white dress shirt and those mesh surf slippers that were popular in So Cali in the early 90′s.
I’ve seen the Big Shave — twice — at various film festivals here. It was one of his student projects! The subject was Vietnam. And we cut ourselves to bloody ribbons.
Curtis, that’s a great story about seeing Marty — I got chuckle–though somewhat guarded — seeing him in that American Express commercial where he goes into the photo developing place and critiques the pictures he took of his nephew’s birthday party.
Guy who lives her in RVA was in charge of Marty’s enormous film library at some point during the ’70s. Imagine that? Getting invited over to his place to watch a film? Wow.
–HEK RVA
Scorsese will be making an appearance in a longer post I’ve got in preparation, about The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp (Powell & Pressburger, 1943). Sadly, I have no personal encounters with the man to relate!
Remind me to tell my Tom Waits stories sometime, though… :)