Life is a deal with God—for which you have to pay.
An old tram carries strollers from the dance hall—into the past.
A drunken film projectionist swaps parts of the movie—and it earns “the Golden Palm Branch” at Cannes.
From a modern classic of American literature—twenty-five stories about love and death.
“Remember the stories about Aaron Stolitz? They called him a Vampire because he worked at night. And do you remember his two studios? One was like a piano-box, and the other was a cracker-storage room. I worked in the storage room, which, by the way, bordered the Santa Monica cemetery. What a nice business! The dead man, you see, got the wrong address—you need to go ninety feet south!
What was I doing there? Scraping other people’s scripts, borrowing music, and cutting such reels as ‘The Creature in the Front Hall’ (that movie really pleased my mom—it reminded her of her own dear mother), ‘Clever Mammoth,’ and other films about all kinds of giant slime and frenzied bacilli we shot—literally—over night…”