Thursday, December 11, 2014

RETURN OF THE KNOW-IT-ALL: Reality blabbermouth Janice Dickinson says gays, 'go dutch' and don't let HIV inhibit your lovelife


WHO’S THE FIERCEST OF THEM ALL?
Newbie mogul Janice Dickinson
By Daniel A. Kusner
The woman can out-talk and out-name-drop anyone on the planet. A force of nature who never seems to tire, Janice Dickinson is the ultimate reality-TV star. Just point a camera in her direction, and she’s bound to outrageously perform.
But don't brush off her too quickly.
Before she gained notoriety as the Simon Cowell-like viper on “America’s Next Top Model,” Dickinson was already a bestselling author. In 2002, she published the shockingly juicy “No Lifeguard on Duty,” which detailed her infamous modeling career and her pedophiliac father who molested Janice’s sisters. (That book ends with Janice throwing her dad’s angina pills out a car window while he’s suffering a heart attack. Before admitting him to a nearby hospital, Janice got in his face and yelled, “Die, motherfucker!”)
This week, Dickinson released her third book, “Check, Please! How to Pick Up Boys … And Dump Them When You’re Done” (Regan Books, $25.95). And on Saturday, the Oxygen network launches her new reality series “The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency.”
Although she’s an egomaniac, Dickinson frequently reveals her many flaws. The only reason she should be offering relationship advice is because she fails at them over and over again. That same tack is employed on her first reality show: The self-proclaimed “world’s first supermodel” opens her first agency, and the viewer gets to watch her fall on her Botoxed face.
During a recent phone interview, the busy Dickinson orders me to start firing away questions.

Do you have any significant ties to Dallas? I … [slept with] Debbie. You know, from “Debbie Does Dallas.” I probably slept with a few Dallas Cowboys, too.

If you’re the first supermodel, then who is Suzi Parker? Suzi was one of the original supermodels. She was a 1950s model who was shot by Irving Penn. She was not a complete supermodel because Suzi didn’t work the runway like I did. That’s why I’m a supermodel and Suzi isn’t.
And Lauren Hutton wasn’t a supermodel because she didn’t do runway, and she didn’t do catalog. Lauren was purely a supermodel who had a big Revlon contract.

It’s national gay pride month. In 2006, does being openly gay still hinder a model’s chances for obtaining work? Unfortunately, it does. That’s pretty sad, isn’t it? Hopefully, as my agency keeps growing, I can help change things. But even in the fashion industry, when it comes to hiring models, homophobia is still something we keep fighting against. But I think things are changing. My son recently bragged to me that he made out with one of his best [male] friends. So for him and his generation, it’s like being gay or bisexual or whatever is no big deal.

In your book, “Check, Please!” you say that on the first date, the man always pays. Who should pay on same-sex dates? Sorry to say this, but the gays and lesbians will have to go dutch.

The title of “Check, Please” refers to being on a date and asking for the check to indicate that you’ve had enough — like the “dump button” is always within reach. If a prospective partner tells you they’re HIV positive, is that a deal breaker? No at all. Listen, I once hooked up with [the late supermodel] Gia, who died of AIDS in 1986. And even if I did know she was HIV positive, I still would hopped in bed with her. She was gorgeous. I knew way too many beautiful, wonderful, amazing people who have died from AIDS — Francisco Scavullo, Halston. And I would never dump anyone because they’re had AIDS. To me, that’s just deplorable. In fact, I’d dump any bigot who would say that HIV was a deal breaker for them.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Straight people we love — Janice Dickinson

ARROGANT 'TOP MODEL' EXPERT: 'I handed my crown to Cindy Crawford.
And if a contestant has the unmitigated gall to sass me, I’ll vote her fucking ass off the show
.'
Don’t hate her ’cuz she’s beautiful
‘World’s first supermodel,’ bitchy fault-finder Janice Dickinson, exposes the ugly side of looking glamorous
By Daniel A. Kusner
When Tyra Banks was putting together the reality show “America’s Next Top Model,” she needed a Simon Cowell of the beauty biz. Janice Dickinson sat in the judge’s chair and hurled stinging criticisms at the waifish wannabes like Chinese stars.
As a glamour gal who’s been working since the ’70s, Dickinson has earned the right to be an arrogant expert. She takes credit for advising Calvin Klein to sell underwear, and she constantly reminds everyone that she’s the “world’s first supermodel.”
“I’ve walked more runways than Delta and United combined. I was Gianni Versace’s, Valentino’s and Azzedine Alia’s muse. And I've been in more rehabs than any other model, bar none,” she says while having her hair triple-processed in a Manhattan salon.
When she’s not smiling for the camera or ripping apart reality contestants, Dickinson is a busy author. In her 2002 tell-all autobiography, “No Lifeguard on Duty,” she traced her drugged out, star-fucking trail to success. Her many exploits included Warren Beatty, Mick Jagger, Sylvester Stallone, John Cusak and Jack Nicholson. But she had to fight men off, too — like her own pedophilac father, who regularly abused Janice’s older sister.
"No Lifeguard" ends with Janice throwing her dad’s angina pills out the car window while he was suffering a heart attack. Before admitting him to a nearby hospital, Janice got in his face and yelled, “Die, motherfucker!”
“I killed the rat bastard. And if I had to do it again, I would because he deserved to die,” Dickinson says. “His abuse led me to 47 years of trying to damage myself, and I never felt good enough. He kept telling me I should have been a boy.”
Dickinson had a lot of issues to work out to become America’s beauty queen. And she’s not finished. Her new book, “Everything About Me is Fake … And I’m Perfect” is a cautionary tale that yanks back the curtain of achieving unattainable perfection: the nasty side of Botox, bulimia and boob jobs.
“I saw 14-year-old girls on ‘Rikki Lake’ saying they wanted plastic surgery to look like the girls in the Victoria Secrets catalog. And I just said, ‘No way!’” she recalls. “I never looked like that when I was posing for Vogue. It was two-and-a-half hours of hair and makeup and a bevy of gay men who’d put me together. And from there, it’s all retouching and airbrushing in Photoshop.”
But that’s no excuse to be an ugly fat-ass.
Dickinson devotes at least half the book to dieting, beauty tips and fierce exercising. She recalls meeting Barbra Streisand while pigging out on corn chips at a party. Streisand asked Dickinson how she managed to stay so thin. “Swiss Kriss, honey. It’s a laxative. Once a week — boom — flat stomach. Just stick close to the john, or things could get ugly,” she warned Babs.
“I’m a gay man in a supermodel’s body. I guess that’s why they love me so much,” she laughs.
Both her books are refreshingly candid displays of Dickinson’s screwed-up-ness. Her stories would be goldmines for any of the “America’s Next Top Model” contestants to use Dickinson’s own words against her.
“I handed my crown to Cindy Crawford. And if a contestant has the unmitigated gall to sass me, I’ll vote her fucking ass off the show,” Dickinson says.
You can bet that Dickinson always gets in the last word. In her books, she rails on Eileen Ford and dishes on the “Next Top Model” contestants. Are the books all about settling old scores?
“Duh! Of course,” she says. “And I’m already working my third.”

Saturday, November 29, 2014

CHRISTEENE CONQUERS BIG D: Austin drag anarchist warmly welcomed with a sellout crowd at Dallas debut. Her filthy-gorgeous dubstep triumph included a barroom brawl, an airborne buttplug and ‘jock-headed faggots’ screaming for more.

SPREAD ’EM REAL WIDE: Christeene Vale (Paul Soileau) in glamorous repose at Double Wide, the Expo Park venue that hosted her first North Texas appearance. (foto: Daniel Kusner)
By Daniel A. Kusner
On the opening day of the State Fair of Texas, Expo Park introduced Dallas to something way freakier than deep-fried beer: Chriteene Vale, whose Sept. 28 gig at the Double Wide is sure to go down in the Big D history books.
Christeene’s the cracked-out tranny whose grimy beats and skanky rapid-fire rhymes compliment instant classics, like “Fix My Dick” and “African Mayonnaise.”
Austin resident Paul Soileau is the queer artist who morphs into Christeene. And for the past three years, he’s launched Christeene’s ass-shaking singles with raunchy, sidesplitting videos directed by Texas filmmaker PJ Raval, whose work on the 2009 documentary “Trouble the Water” won an Oscar nomination.
Christeene’s videos have enticed fans worldwide. Soileau says San Francisco has more “Team Christeene” diehards than his hometown, Austin, where Christeene’s been the toast of South By Southwest for the past three years.
The viral videos are just an appetizer. It’s Christeene’s daredevil live shows that draw comparisons to the raw energy of Peaches and the sleazy silliness of early John Waters movies.
Fans have lured Christeene to perform in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Portland, Vancouver, Toronto, Stockholm, Berlin and even Paris — where Christeene and her crew were flown to the French capital to perform for punk couturier Rick Owens during Paris Fashion Week.
As for Texas, Christeene had never booked a gig outside of Austin ... until last month, when Dallas got lucky.
On Sept. 20, Christeene announced she was making her Big D debut at Double Wide. Facebook and Twitter exploded. To preview the gig, Dallas Observer ran a full-page Christeene profile. On the day of the show, Gay List Daily dedicated a dispatch to “Christeene does Dallas: Live & Raw.”
Unfortunately, those who didn’t score advance tickets were out of luck because Christeene’s Double Wide gig quickly sold out.
What did y’all miss?
Music maestro J.J. Booya started the evening with a creepy instrumental lullaby as Christeene made her entrance. Clad in hooker boots, a black-shag wig and mud-stained legs, Christeene sported a pair of soiled panties that only covered her crotch. While presenting her bare posterior to the audience, Christeene revealed a shredded length of fabric that dangled from between her buttocks. While bending over and tugging on the cloth, Christeene extracted a surprise — an Aneros prostate massager, which she promptly hurled into the audience, thereby receiving thunderous applause.
She kicked off her set list with the hammer-pounding scratches of “Damn’d Right,” the first track from Christeene’s recent “Waist Up, Kneez Down” album.
Barely five minutes into her show, the jam-packed Double Wide erupted into pandemonium. At first, the nature of the chaos was hard to decipher: Were people slam-dancing? Nope.
It was a fight.
Two sweat-stained corpulent women — with asses as big as Texas — started throwing punches. As an eyewitness, I can attest that these heavyweights connected with hard blows. (It was later determined that the brawl ensued because one of the chubby ladies shoved the other plus-sized chick while trying to rush the stage.)
Dirty sex-toys? Overheated bitches ready to throw down?
Christeene couldn’t have asked for a better audience.
“It smells like Nell Carter up in here — and she’s dead,” Christeene laughed in her boozy, Carol Channing-like baby voice.
Toying with an Austin vs. Dallas urban rivalry, Christeene continued, “Now this may be the first time y’all get to see what me and J.J. do. And this is definitely our first time to see how y’all prove yourselves as Dallas Texans!”
Probably referring to stereotypes of North Texans portrayed as “douche-bag label queens” in the recent string of Dallas-based reality shows, Christeene continued, “But I gotta say, all that bullshit on the TV shows got nothing to do with y’all bastards out here tonight.”
In the interest of full disclosure, this writer has been a Christeene fan since Austin’s 2009 GaybiGayGay music fest, which inspired a rave SXSW review I was commissioned to write for another Dallas publication.
Christeene dedicated the second song of the night to Yours Truly, describing me as “That stupid jock-headed faggot who was there at the beginning — when J.J. and I started this wagon train across the United States. Daniel, I hope you enjoy this as much as you did when I first performed this three years ago."
 J.J. Booya ramped up the clobbering beats to “Fix My Dick,” and it seemed like the whole crowd was shouting rhymes along to Christeene’s signature track.
During “African Mayonnaise” the floor-humping energy inside the Double Wide got more extreme. As overwhelming bass lines ripped through the sound system, Christeene crouched into a sprint position and launched herself into a stage dive. While Christeene crowd surfed, two beefy bears at the foot of the stage immediately fled to the back of the venue to avoid the overhead danger.
After the sentimental R&B-flavored ballad “Tears from My Pussy,” Christeene offered her Dallas supporters a gift — a brown onion. Scrawled across the edible bulb’s papery skin was her autograph.
Christeene explained that her onion is like an olive branch — to be regarded as a symbol of peace from “Keep Austin Weird” to “Keep Dallas Pretentious.” She recalled that at a previous performance, she tossed the onion to an inebriated concertgoer who was so drunk, he chewed on the stanky vegetable like it was an apple.
FUNION:
Austin superstar Christeene offered Dallas her version
of an olive branch — an autographed brown onion.
When Christeene tossed the onion her Dallas fans, it headed towards a gaggle of West Village-looking gays, all decked out in long-sleeved button-down shirts. As it landed on one of their well-tailored shoulders, a shriek of surprise echoed across the room — which then turned into gales of delightful laughter.
Welcome to Dallas, Christeene.

foto: Daniel Kusner

QUICK QUESTION —  Christeene hasn’t officially announced her next Dallas gig. However, it’s been confirmed that the sellout Double Wide crowd included several local venue managers who are anxious to book her for a return engagement.
Christeene writes in a signature filthy ebonics-laced dialect, and her answer to an email question, below, remains unedited. (FYI: “T Gravel” and “C Baby” are Christeene’s furry backup dancers.)

HOW WILL YOU SURPRISE DALLAS AT YOUR NEXT PERFORMANCE IN BIG D?
When me n JJ Booya rolled up tooo Dallas town we shurr as fuck did not expect to git da hawt mess dat yall put up on a stank platter at dat double wide ferr us. U see iz my favorite thang too roll into town me n JJ style an drop a stank nugget, see whut da water brangs, an then git all my shit in line ferrr da next takeover on dat nay nay. Dallas proved itself sum hungry muthafuggers an dat means dat when i cum back Im gunna be brangin a full out fuggin assault wit T Gravel an C Baby an JJ Booya throwin down a show dats gunna twurk out dat brain pain an brang in da hawt mess of it all. It aint to be reckoned with yall an if u can keep up den we will throw it da fuck down. BRANG IT BACK DALLAS AN BRANG IT HARRRD.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

FROM THE VAULT: A total Baldwin

SEXY LEX: 'I won't get fucked, and I won't suck dick.' 
By Daniel A. Kusner
In the 1990s, gay porn was invaluable. 
When AIDS was in full-blown holocaust mode, VHS technology placed erotica in the privacy of one’s own home. Porn also safely relieved pent-up stress when dudes were terrified of hooking up with other dudes. But it also vividly celebrated same-sex love. 
And those elements translated into big-business. The payoff was that studios could afford to transform beefcake studs like Lex Baldwin into supernovas. 
On March 27, 1993, Lex and I met at a San Antonio nightclub where he drew a crush of fans. 
Lex didn’t disappoint. 
The six-foot burlesque hunk hit the stage in a leather mask and black cape. Crotch-thrusting to Prince’s churning-funk classic “Get Off,” Lex slowly peeled off garments until his herculean physique was clad in only a G-string. 
Lex was surprisingly friendly toward frisky fans who worshipped him with thong dollars. 
For his denouement, Lex covered his waist with a white towel, and his G-string magically vanished. Then the towel kept clumsily falling off his waist.
We met backstage where Lex agreed to an interview and told me to call his hotel the following morning. (He even gave me his room number.) 
Lex isn’t much of a talker. 
But speaking with him illuminated a salient point: The strands of sexuality can be woven into complex patterns. And even gay-for-pay porn stars can be progressive members of the gay community. 
This brief conversation captures Lex in his prime — before he radically transformed his distinctive nose and went by the names Eric Conte, Keith Rivera, Talon and Dillon Boy.
Two years later, third-wave feminist Susan Faludi wrote “The Money Shot,” an exhaustive piece in the New Yorker about male porn stars where she profiled jackhammer hetero stud T. T. Boy. Faludi’s fact-checkers confirmed that TT Boy was Lex’s biological brother. Her research also unearthed that the brothers endured a harsh, hardworking rural life under the influence of a demanding father


PORNUCOPIA:
Lex also goes by the names: Eric Conte, Keith Rivera (for Playgirl), Talon and Dillon Boy


Good morning, Lex. Morning.

Did you start your career by dancing in nightclubs? Before I did movies, I danced at a West Hollywood gay club called Studio One. I wanted to see if I liked the scene. Just to check it out a few times.

How old are you? 23.

Where’d you grow up? In the desert. Just say Los Angeles because I was born in L.A..

Do your parents and family know about your career? No.

What were you like in high school? A troublemaker. I was obnoxious and got expelled for fighting. School bored me. In class, I couldn’t control myself. I’d just go crazy.

What was the last album you bought? Queensryche’s “Empire.” I like rock.

If you weren't in porn, what other line of work would you pursue? Gym business. Fitness.

Do you consider yourself gay? I don't like titles. I like whatever feels good. 

Do you have a partner? Nope.

How competitive is your line of work? For me? I'm not trying to compete against anybody.

Is it tough getting work for the kind of money you want? I haven't done many movies. And my manager helps me negotiate pay. Anyway, I haven't done a movie in about a year, but my last one was just released.

Are you gonna be doing any more? I'm not sure.

What are your thoughts about people who protest porn? They have the right to say whatever they want to say -- freedom of speech. I don't have nothing against them. Everybody's gotta put in their two cents.

Who do you admire? Ted Turner. Because he's a billionaire. I like the diversity of his business interests

What are porn scripts like? They’re stupid. Filled with little cheesy stuff you have to say. The scenes are stupid. One movie I did had a decent script. They had it written up because it was a higher budget movie. Scripts aren’t a big deal. 

Are you glad President Clinton is in office? I'm not into politics. I'm glad Clinton is in office for the gays... ya know, the gay community. Because he can help the economy and everything, and that'll help me.

How is safe sex handled in the industry? I work for Catalina. They don’t mess around. They only promote safe sex. You don't have a choice. Other companies risk practicing unsafe sex.

What won't you do in your films? I won't get fucked, and I won't suck dick.

Do you have any hobbies? I like waterskiing and riding bikes.

How often do you work out? About four days a week?

Do you see this career as a stepping stone? I do.

Toward what? It's a good way to meet very interesting people.

Do fans hassle you in your private life? Yeah, sometimes they bother me.

Do you watch your own movies? Naah.

Ever? No.

If you were to die tomorrow, what would you do today? Umm... [laughs] Fuck 10 girls? Awww, I'm joking. I don't know. I guess spend time with my family. Whoever's important to me.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Distinguished, gentle sheltie Gus Amann dead at 13

Gus Amann:
Nov. 12, 2000 — Oct. 3, 2014. 
A fearless patrolman, a devout companion and Olympian-skilled Frisbee catcher, Gus Amann peacefully died on Oct. 3, 2014, surrounded by his best friends Bryan Amann and Daniel Kusner
With impeccable breeding credentials, Gus stood out from his siblings because of a distinguishing facial mark that resembled the sacred stripe Hare Krishnas display between their eyebrows. 
His golden-and-sable coat was always impeccable and camera-ready.
If you were lucky, Gus massaged your leg muscles with his silky tongue — a service that only a world-class spa could provide. 
Gus lived in East Dallas, Phoenix, Ariz., and Oak Cliff. 
He enjoyed numerous trips visiting relatives in Arkansas and Illinois. 
Gus loved the Grand Canyon and running along the Katy Trail. 
He always beamed with pride while leashed to Bryan’s hand — whether strolling across the Santa Fe Trestle Trail bridge or standing guard during urban photo-excursions in downtown Dallas.  
He was a superb listener — issuing howling alerts and DEFCON-1 growls that warned of conditions requiring immediate attention.
By cocking his head during interrogations, Gus' intense concentration could separate each question by listening to a speaker's inflection.
Gus wore the devotional scapular while he drew his last breath. 
Shaded by pecan and live oak, Gus is buried beside his sheltie cousin, Bo Kusner, on the lawn of his Oak Cliff residence.
Sired by Cobblestone High Beam and dame Cobblestone Sweet-Sioux of Midlothian, Tex., Gus augmented the Shetland Sheepdog breed with his obedience and perceptive instincts.
He's already dearly missed.
— foto by Bryan Amann.
BEST FRIENDS: Bryan & Gus in Arizona.
SHELTIE SKETCH: Gus, left, and Bo. (credit: Bryan.)

Friday, September 19, 2014

FROM THE VAULT: My brunch with Richard


DAZED DIRECTOR AT STAR SEEDS: 
Linklater, above, says 'Dazed & Confused' was mis-sold as a pot movie.

Austin cineast Richard Linklater sits down at the Stars Seeds Cafe to chat-n-chew about his lack of hiring black actors, Janet Reno setting the Branch Davidians ablaze, gay rumors surrounding Houston footballer Jeff Alm’s suicide and one last dig about Robert Plant
By Daniel A. Kusner
During the early-’90s, Richard Linklater seemed especially accessible to his Austin neighbors. 
Back then, our Texas capital was a smallish, laid-back college town — one that’d often slept at night. And where honking your horn was as rude as spitting at someone.    
As an emerging visionary, Linklater’s scripts gave chatty and near-silent characters room to breathe. Showcasing Austin’s unpretentious landmarks, the filmmaker framed lingering sequences that cruised along our modest streets. He had a knack for casting future A-list talent and capturing moods didn’t favor rapid-fire special effects. He also developed the Austin Film Society. 
So how did I end up having at brunch with the director of “Dazed and Confused” on Dec. 21, 1993?
While I was working as a gallerina at the Dougherty Arts Center on Barton Springs Road, Linklater attended a performance by local choreographer Andrea Ariel — who just landed the job of teaching “Red, White and Blaine” moves to the cast of “Waiting for Guffman.”  
I noticed Linklater in the Dougherty lobby and asked if he was down for an interview. 
He said, “Sure,” and  told me to phone his production office. The next week, he suggested we meet at the Star Seeds Cafe at 11:30 a.m.

[Waitress approaches. I order coffee. Richard orders water.]

We’re in the thick of 1993 holiday movie season. Catching any end-of-the-year releases? I'd like to see Oliver Stone’s “Heaven and Earth.” And Mike Lee’s “Naked.” But Mike Lee movies don’t quite make their way to Austin — out in the boonies as we are. What else is opening? 

“Philadelphia,” which Gene Shalit dissed this morning. What'd he say about it? Too much like a TV-movie? 

Shalit liked Tom Hanks but said everything else was disappointing. The industry is so cynical while trying to be one step ahead. If “Philadelphia” could've come out quietly, it might have been appreciated. Finally a mainstream movie about AIDS. But “Philadelphia” was announced so early. Now everybody’s anticipating it. Plus, Hollywood thinks they're so cool for making it. So they're gonna prove they're not dupes. That they're tough critics — even with their most politically correct movies. So they'll backlash against “Philadelphia” to prove they don't fall for every formula. 

Speaking of formula. What do you think of movies like “The Pelican Brief.” What do you mean?

I liked “The Firm.” Maybe because I didn’t anticipate anything. And since I don't read too many legal potboilers. I can't read those thriller-Grisham-Clancy books. I’d rather just watch the movie for two hours. The books are apparently movies in book form to begin with.

The books are created to be translated into screenplays? That's where the money is. Every writer knows that. But I liked “The Firm,” too.

I often hear, “The movie wasn't as good as the book.” Fuck the book. I hate that. 

Waitress: Do you want a few more minutes?

Yes. A couple of minutes, please. 

How firmly constructed was “Dazed and Confused” while trying to score financing? I was working on the script, but no one had read it. I told them the idea, and they financed the writing part. It wasn't in development, but I gave them an option — an option that I’d turn in the script when I was finished. They could say yes, and I'd do it in the summer. They could say no, and I could do it with another studio. 

When you're writing, do you flesh out the whole script? As much as you can. Until the last step — which is production — you can't really do it all until you have the cast and location. In Hollywood, the execs would like to think that the script is “the movie.”  The script is something they can latch onto as security. They have to like the script before it goes into production. 
You couldn't mention a gesture or a funny expression. I don't write that visually. I just write dialogue and what happens in each scene. 

After you finished the script, was part of the deal that the studio would automatically pick it up and put it into production? No. They liked the script enough that it leapfrogged over, like, 35 other projects and right into a production slot. So I wasn’t complaining. 

Your “Dazed and Confused” journals were excerpted in the Austin Chronicle and the Austin American-Statesman. Was production as hectic and speedy as you described? Yes. Production feels like that anyway. You hear about big directors complaining that they only have like a 9- or 8-week schedule…. 

[Our waitress takes our order.]

Can I have the Choice Omelet, please?
Waitress: Do you want everything on that?
Yes. 
Waitress: Potatoes or grits? 
Potatoes, please. 
Waitress: Do you want a biscuit or English muffin? 
English muffin. 

How's your oatmeal? 
Waitress: It's not real thick or real soupy.
I'll try the oatmeal with hash browns.  
Waitress:  How ’bout an order of toast?
Do you have wheat? 
Waitress: Uh-huh. 
That works. Thanks.

[The sound-system pipes in The Beatle's “Paperback Writer.”]

So how long were you shooting “Dazed and Confused?” Six weeks. Six-day weeks. Thirty-six days was our schedule. We ended up with 38 days. It was a huge cast. A lot of locations and car shots. It all takes place at night. And Texas summer nights are only nine hours long. 

Did you hang out with the cast and get to know them? Only in a director-cast way — which is rehearsals. Not too much socially. Not until we wrap. I intentionally don't do that though. 

How come? I don't know. First, you don't have time. They have time to go fart around and play. But I don't. Also,I think the director-actor relationship is good if there’s distance. Especially at this phase in my career. I think as I get more mature and more experienced, I could handle that — like, working with my best friends. On “Slacker,” directing my best friends was difficult. 

Directing friends is tough? It was. Directing is authoritative. If you have a close relationship with an actor, and then you’re sudden their boss, telling them exactly what to do... It’s awkward. I might smooth into that role a little better. Many directors work with their best friends. Like John Cassavetes. I'd like to do that. 

Any actors you want to direct? Warren Oats, but he’s been dead for 12 years. I don’t think that way — like, “There’s this great actor. I want to work with them….”  In general, you see a lot of talented actors. But I wouldn’t design a project around an actor. I usually don’t think of anyone while I’m writing. 

What do think of the title “The John Hughes of the X Generation?” I haven’t seen that in print, so I’m not answering that question. 

What’s it like to have your work pigeonholed? It’s inevitable — especially if you make two films. “Slacker” couldn’t be pigeonholed. But nicknames are weird. If I’d made three teenage movies, I’d accept that comparison. I made one, which is the antithesis of John Hughes. 

Ever been critically attacked because your stories contain unexpected narrative development? Like how the “Slacker” plot moved from one eccentric, aimless character to another? Not personally. I know people probably think that. I can tell when a reviewer just didn’t get it. 

Ever confront that when meeting potential financiers? With Universal studios, yeah. They always knew “Dazed” had a big ensemble cast. They were afraid of too many characters and not enough “through line” for the story. 
Well, I just had to say, “The story is really just about this one night. And here are the little threads — the through lines.” 
You just have to explain what the plan is and how you intend to maneuver around it. 

Are you convincing? The film convinced them. They always liked the film. They weren’t sure how people would respond. They’re fine — now that “Dazed” got such good reviews.They’re like, “Oh, yeah. We were with it all along.” But the truth was —  they didn’t have much confidence in me. 

[John Cougar Mellencamp’s “Paper in Fire” is playing] 

Do studios brass worry that your tastes don’t satisfy mainstream filmgoers? The whole industry is based on fear. They all have their jobs, but so few people are based on talent. They’re intermediaries. In their minds, they raise those jobs to high importance. But the root is insecurity. They leech off others’ ideas. They’ve got no inspiration. No gut instincts. They're skeptical and immersed in fear. Fear makes people formulaic. They don’t know what audiences want — they don’t even know what they want. And they don’t have much of an aesthetic to begin with. They want money and power. It depresses me to talk about it. So much time is wasted in Hollywood meetings. 

Are these positions, like, “consultants?” Who eat up money and drive away the unusually talented? Yeah. Never under the title “consultant.” They’re just called studio executives or co-producers. My experience wasn’t really that top heavy. I intentionally kept it pretty lean. There weren’t too many cooks. 

I work at a TV station and watch anchors lose jobs over crummy “Q-scores,” which measure popularity and likability. It seems like bogus. That’s frightening. The movie equivalent of that is previews where audiences fill out these cards. 

I’ve been to those. In L.A.? 

No, in Dallas. They do previews in Dallas — not many in Austin.

Those puny cards mean something? Oh, my God. They mean a lot. There was a time when the head of Universal showed up to a preview screening, and somehow the cards weren’t there. There weren’t going to be cards at the screening. We had already rented the theater. I said, “Why don’t we just show it with an audience?”
And they go, “No! Without the cards, a screening is worthless.”
They would never just watch a film with an audience and try to “feel” if it’s working. I like experiencing a film with an audience just to confront my own material. To see if a  sequence seems too long. It helps me figure out if I should cut an exchange. In the editing booth, you can kinda lie to yourself, but with an audience…  

So interpreting the mood of the theater can extend a filmmaker’s creativity? Yeah. What’s working — what’s not. But studio executives want to take it to that next step and quantify it. WIth questions like, “Did you like this character?”
The whole audience doesn’t like a certain character, and they react with, “Oh, no. They’re not responding to that. Let’s cut it.” It’s so simple minded. 
Like the “bad” character in “Dazed” …. There are two bad characters — mean characters. So the cards indicate that the audience doesn’t like those characters. So you have to explain, “You’re not supposed to like them. But don’t cut out the bad guy from the movie.” After all that, they finally go, “Oh. I get it.”  They’re not quite dumb enough to make you cut out that character. But they’re certainly dumb enough to take it that far where you have to explain it to them.

[Our food arrives.]

I never knew the importance of those cards. It’s too bad becase those
Canoga Park teenagers who think the cards are a joke can be very critical. I sat in screenings and could just tell the audience loved the movie. Everyone laughed. There was scattered applause. I got that feeling that they really liked it. 
Sure enough, at the end of the screening — it’s like, “Okay. Now be critical.”
The younger the audience, the more critical they are. The questions were, like, “What did you think about the ending?” 
The more they think about it, they thought, “Well, I don’t like the ending. Because it’s not really an ending. Nothing happens.”
That reaction just puts pressure on me — and ultimately hurts the film. If audiences knew how influential, and how these studio people actually read their cards…. 
That's how films don’t get distributed properly. That's how films get taken away from their directors and re-cut by studios. 

Two-hour screenings are long enough. Sometimes I skip the cards. That’s bad, too. They assume you hated film so much that you didn’t fill it out. I hate those audience-assessment previews. I’m trying to get my contract to say, “No previews.” 

Before “Slacker,” I you made “You Can’t Learn to Plow by Reading a Book”?  The title is “It’s Impossible to Learn to Plow by Reading Books.” That’s my Super 8 opus, $3,000, 89-minute feature film. The true prequel to “Slacker.” It was a learning experience. For every first film you see, someone has a closet full of films that no one has ever seen. 

Did you study film? No. Not academically. 

You started in your late teens? No. Early 20s. I’m 32 now. I was 21 when I started watching three films a day. Got my first camera when I was 22. 

So the technical side  — like editing — you’re self-taught? Yeah. But I made up for lost time. For a couple of years, I saved money. When I moved to Austin, I didn’t have to work, and I wasn’t in school. So I spent every second — watching three movies a day. I’d read and write. Then shoot film during the day and edit all night, working on shorts. I spent 17 hours a day in film-related activities. I did that for two solid years. I still do. It’s what you have to do. 

Just submerge yourself? Yeah. But I thought about going into film school. 

You did? Vaguely. I didn’t know how to go about it. The hardest thing to get going in film is figuring out where to start? You need money, a crew, equipment.... It’s tough. You have to find your own way. There's no real, one, set way.

You worked on oil fields? Yep. 

The dangerous kind? Where oil-workers lose fingers? Yeah. I worked on production platforms: oil wells that've already been drilled and are just producing. Those were a little safer. But I also worked on drilling rigs. 

That’s challenging, isn’t it? Yeah. I had one friend who got killed. But I’m glad I did that.

 Did you do that for a long time? For two years. When I moved to Austin — more than nine years ago — I kept my college-student lifestyle. I lived on nothing. Didn’t buy anything. But I was actually making good money.So I just saved all of it.
I didn’t exactly know what I was going to do. I knew it would be something in film. I just wanted to have all my time to myself. I was trying to buy my way out of this system. Freedom exists for those who can buy their way out. I moved to Austin, and I had like $18,000 saved up — all in cash. 

From working on rigs? Yeah. 

That’s a large chunk of change. It took a lot of discipline. Even when I moved here, I didn’t buy a new car. I bought a camera and film stock. That car lasted me several years. My savings enabled me to live and work on films. 

So did you pretty much graduate from high school and go out to the rigs? No. I went to college for two years. I mostly studied English and Drama.

What's the last book you bought? Richard Avedon’s “Autobiography,” which was a Christmas present for my parents.

That huge picture book? Yep. Also, Dean Martin’s biography. In New York, I got a wonderful book on Jean-Luc Godard — about his later work. As far as a novel — I used to spend years just reading all the time. When I worked on shore, I’d read 12 hours a day. That’s kind of gone. I don’t have that “fun reading time” anymore. That’s a loss. I’d like to take a year off and just read. Read and watch movies. 

I get to read some while working at the art center. What’s your job there? 

I man the information desk. Which is how I met you. Oh. Warm body job. 

That’s the title of the last book you just bought? No, that’s what kind of job you have — where they need a warm body. 

Totally. Just a functional human in case something happens. The last job I had was at a hotel — the only job I’ve had since I’ve lived in Austin. I was the nightshift bellman at the Double Tree.  This was in ’88. I was completely out of money. I needed a job, but I wanted to have time to read and write letters.

Balance your checkbook? Yeah, all that. That’s the best job. So your freetime can truly be that. It can be creative time. 

Do you think social criticism in films is constructive? What do you mean?

I just saw “The Piano.” Later that same day, i saw a cable-access review that gave “The Piano” a thumbs down because of the docile portrayal of the native Polynesians. I know I enjoyed the movie way more than if I’d seen her review beforehand. So as you watched the movie, you weren’t, like, “That Indian looks primitive. That’s a bad portrayal.”  I haven’t got much of that. If I have, I’ve zoned it out. Most filmmakers have asked themselves all that. All Jane Campion could do was ask herself was, “In what year was the story set?” The natives were not academically educated. Because to make a whole other movie about that one Indian, who went away on a ship, got educated, tried to revolt and was murdered by the evil white man…. That’s not this movie that I’m making — so I’ll be generally accurate about the portrayal. You cant win. It’s not a filmmaker’s job to answer all those questions. Like, “Dances with Wolves.” An obvious Academy Award winner: The white men are so evil, and the Indians are all so pure. Yeah, right.  History isn’t so clean-cut. But people only want to see a simple rendition. If I was gonna do a movie about Indians — and I want to someday — about Indians in Texas in the 1870s. A young Indian, like, 17-20 years-old, stealing horses, riding around and just raising hell. You can’t tell me that the young Indians got into all that religious, mystical, spiritual... That's probably for their grandparents, you know? I’m sure the same codes exist. But to see these portrayals. All they’re doing is making up for other movies. The simplifications of how Indians were treated in so many Westerns — kind of faceless, dangerous tribes.

Remember when GLAAD and Queer Nation bitched that the main character in the “Silence of the Lambs” was a negative stereotype? Which makes me wonder if the backlash inspired Jonathan Demme to direct “Philadelphia.”  That’s like the criticism John Singleton got for “Boys in the Hood.” That the film was all about guys and no women.” So he makes his next movie about a woman to please people. It doesn’t work like that. 

Facing criticism must be hard for a director? With Demme, the gay protest is probably the loudest and most unified. Like any negative gay portrayal is — Boom! Immediately. Like with “Basic Instinct.” With “Silence of the Lambs” — who’s to say that person is gay? 

[Enya’s “Orinoco Flow” plays.] 

That “Buffalo Bill” character was a super-fucked-up psycho killer. In the movie, they say he wasn’t even gay or transsexual — just a guy who hated himself. The upstanding Italian Americans — every year they have their little code. Whatever Italian gangster films come out, they always have to say, “Only .22 percent of all Italians are involved in organized crime. This is a bad stereotype.” 
I think it’s more entertaining to have gangsters. 

Have you been called out for not incorporating enough black people in your films? Yeah. I got that with both “Slacker” and “Dazed.” Just very subtly. I think I’m not established enough or high-profile to offend many groups. I’m too smalltime. If you’re Spike Lee — you’re someone in a bigger league. He had what was seen as a negative Jewish stereotype in “Mo’ Better Blues.” The bar owners — the Flatbush brothers — are a Jewish stereotype. Some of my Jewish friends were very offended by it. But everybody needs a sense of humor. I mean, it was a funny scene. Big deal. So what?

Did you face criticism for the of drug use in “Dazed and Confused?” Surprisingly, not very much. 

Even with the studios? Not really. Like I said in the Austin Chronicle, I was in that position of being “the young, hip, independent director.” Also, it was just pot, and I think they all smoke pot. So it’s not a big deal. It certainly passed in the script phase. But there was a little more in the movie than in the script.

I recently came across a tidbit: You don’t have to hold your inhale when smoking pot. I guess it’s similar to your body ventilating oxygen — that your lungs processes the gas all in one breath, and you exhale carbon dioxide. Immediately? Do people just guess they’re getting a bigger high? People don’t do that with cigarettes, right? I mean, you just smoke. 

Guess so. Well, good. See, I don’t even smoke pot. I hate smoking — the physical process. I could stomach it as a teenager but... 

You don’t smoke pot?  No, I haven’t smoked pot in years. Seriously. Since high school, I’ve probably I’ve smoked — or shared — maybe five joints. 

It seems like a prerequisite to see “Dazed and Confused” fucked-up. I could imagine it. 

Wasn’t that in the advertising campaign? Hey, I didn’t have anything to do with that. 

You didn’t? Fuck no. 

You’re kidding me? What, you think film directors do that? I wish I did. I think it was totally mis-sold as a pot movie. That was never what it was about. 

You had no say over the tag line: “See it with a bud?” Or the fucked-up happy face? No. I got to say, “That was a really juvenile, stupid idea.” 
They told me, “Just trust us.” That’s how much I got to say about it. 

Could you have insisted upon a different approach? No. I just didn’t have any support. I didn’t mind some of the drug humor. It’s in the ’70s tradition of Cheech & Chong’s “Up in Smoke” tag line — “Don’t go straight to this movie.”  But the distributor got carried away. They were a little older — in their 40s. They thought it would be so the cool “Just Say Yes” movie. They thought they were so hip.  But they missed the point of the whole movie, which was... I was trying to steer to the cast, and the ’70s, and high school… And make it more of a high school movie than a pot movie. I thought more people would relate to that.  They think that it’s some big deal now, but it really isn’t.  Pot smoking has resurfaced in the media. But more people aren’t really smoking, I don’t think. It’s a little more out of the closet than in the ’80s. But statistics don’t really support that there’s this massive upsurge in smoking marijuana.  Two years ago, when I was working on the script, I ate a pot brownie. It was wild. I was at a party. The experience gave me so many ideas. And you see Mitch — he’s kinda high and drunk for the first time. How everything is kinda close to him. I was just kinda gauging how I felt — kinda fucked-up. And how certain conversations and music sounded and things kinda came out at you — especially if you’re a little paranoid. I just tried to recapture that. it was research. It’s been weird. Everybody thinks I’m going to support ...  whatever about pot. People wrote articles and wanted to interview me as a marijuana smoker.

Back to “moral responsibility.” Do you remember when Janet Reno spoke out against  “Beavis & Butthead”With that little kid from New York set his trailer-home on fire and blamed it all on “Beavis & Butthead”? That was so stupid.  We live in a media society. And every time something goes wrong, you can’t just go back and find some source and blame everything on that. That’s like trying to sue a rap artist after a cop gets killed. It’s such a stupid scapegoat. Let’s sue Judas Priest because our teenager committed suicide
I was surprised that Janet Reno was so lame -- hunting for a patsy like that. Why? 

I assumed she was a sharper player. With a job like that? Well, if she was, she would’ve gone in and talked to David Koresh instead burning him and all the Branch Davidians out of there. 


Not sure. It was very critical. And watching it was freaky, because it was abruptly interrupted with a hokey country video. The government fucked up the day they went in there. Everything they did was just wrong. That’s what should upset everyone — how the government will suddenly ambush and shoot you. That’s what happened. It’s frightening. 
They could have easily waited. Koresh left the compound every week. When he was driving around, they could have stopped and questioned him. But no. They went in and made a big stir and ended up killing a bunch of people.
I have a friend who writes for Esquire magazine. He wrote the Esquire piece on that. He was down there for the whole time and he says the day after the seige, it was apparent that all those guys, the ATF — in the days leading up to it. They were shooting-off their mouths in bars saying they were gonna go in and people were gonna get killed. Everybody knew it was about to happen. 

Wasn’t the ATF ultimately reprimanded?  Finally. Months later. It’s only now coming out just how poorly... That they didn’t abandon the plan — even after they knew the Branch Davidians had been tipped off. Stupid! They had their own people kill, basically. And then, because those people had been killed, that totally negated their possibility of any kind of negotiation.  It all comes down to dumb, fucked-up macho posturing. 

“Slacker” has fun with conspiracy theories. Sure. 

Does the Koresh story interest you as a political conspiracy? Not so much as a conspiracy. It’s just government incompetence. There’s a lot to be paranoid about. They thought Koresh was a religious fanatic. The U.S. now having a problem with that. Koresh was just a rock ’n’ roll guy? It’s weird. 

What’d you think of the way the media covered Waco? The news-media are cahoots with the government. There was never an attempt to look at it from Koresh’s side. Right after the raid, there were shootings. They immediately portrayed Koresh as “The Waco Madman” with all these wives, kids and guns. A complete fanatic. We went in and tried to stop him, but he killed a couple of our people…”
Before the raid, there were no problems with Koresh. And during those ensuing months to tried villainize Koresh — the same way they villainized Saddam Hussein. They made Koresh into a madman, which justifies killing him. Everyone is tried by the court of public opinion these days — not by any legal procedure. Michael Jackson’s already been convicted. He’s already dead. 

Did you see that he was strip-searched yesterday? I heard about it.

He said the strip-search happened twice. He looked pretty sad Michael Jackson has been effectively lynched by our society and media. We’re sacrificing him. 

With the news being so quickly assembled, it’s hard to figure out exactly how the news is manipulated. Did you hear about Jeff Alm, the Houston Oilers football player who shot himself? Right, yes. 

Did you hear any rumors surrounding Alm’s suicide? No. 

Supposedly, Alm was driving on a freeway exit ramp and got distracted while receiving a oral sex from his male friend. He lost control of his car, sideswiped a guardrail and — like “The World According to Garp” — the impact caused him to lose his genetalia. The impact also sent the passenger, his longtime buddy, flying out the window to his death. Now wait…. How documented is this? 

Well, everything but the blowjob and severed penis. The accident happened at like 2:30 a.m. I arrived at the TV station at 4 a.m, and I could see the predawn live shot from the scene of the Houston accident. There were so many emergency vehicles at the scene. By 4 a.m., this rumor was already spreading like a virus in Austin. Anyway, his best friend is flung out of the window and dies. Alm is still on an elevated ramp — 20 feet above from where his buddy landed below. Alm figures he can’t disguise the accident. He’s a gun collector and has a shotgun in his Cadillac. So without even going down to check on his friend, Alm dials 911 on his cellphone. On the tape, you can hear cars whizzing by as he fires three shots in the air and then turns the gun on himself.  Oh, wow. 

I asked a news producers, “Why wouldn’t you cover this suicide and the impulsive reasons behind the tragedy?” He said, “Oh, no, no, no…. There are just some things one doesn’t do.” Like they’d even hesitate if it was Michael Jackson. But the image of a football player is somehow sacred.


I’m transfixed by how quickly Alm decided to take his life. It’s a sad, but fascinating story.That’s a great story. In the ’20s, F. W. Murnau came to the U.S. to make “Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans.. He also made “The Cabinet of Dr. Calagari” and other films. He died in an auto accident. They say Murnau’s car went over a cliff. The rumor got out he had this Filipino chauffeur — a 14-year-old Filipino chauffeur. Murnau was gay. The rumor said that he was giving his driver a blow job while they were driving and caused the accident. No one came to his funeral. It still goes down in history that that’s how he died. Just immediately documented. But it was such a big thing that…. 

That story is eerily similar to the Jeff Alm rumors. With shows like “Hard Copy” and “Current Affair,” you’d think a footballer’s suicide might be covered. The footballer story might come out on “Hard Copy,” don’t you think? 

Don’t hold your breath. So has your economic status greatly improved since “Dazed”? Personally speaking? 

Yeah. Well, better than “Slacker” that’s for sure. With “Dazed,” I got paid for the first time. I got salary — no profits. By Hollywood standards, the film was low budget. But by my standards, it was plenty. Not that I’ve changed my lifestyle. I’ve put all my money back into my company and buying equipment: a camera and editing gear. I still live in the same apartment. 

Really? Just for a while. Whatever income I get, I’m put back into the company. Plenty of time to worry about other things later. 

Will you have an easier time raising money for your next movie? It’s something I’ll always have to deal with. It looks like a company is going to let me do whatever I want. I mean not whatever I want. Same kind of system: You show them a script. If they like it, then I can do it. But when I do it, the deal is cleaner.  I get to be the sole producer. And my company, Detour, produces it. I have all final cuts.  I didn’t get creatively burned by Universal. It could have been worse. Every other director working there had more troubles than I did. I was always lucky that “Dazed” was always “working.”  You get in trouble when it’s “not working.” When audiences aren’t responding. That’s when you hit an impasse. And that’s when the studios start doing the work — taking over the project and recutting it. I was lucky that never happened, but it could have.  And it might happen on future film. So I’m trying to nip that — where I have final cut. There are some movies that I want to do that are on a much lower budgets too. Like “Dazed” was a pretty big budget: $6 million. But the next film I want to do is pretty low budget — more like a million.

As a filmmaker, do you still make, like, super-8 short? The way an author would write a short story? Can’t say that I have. I don’t have time. I spend most of my time just writing. I shoot some video, but that’s more just farting around because I think my short films are like a low-budget film. I mean, I would really like to do a low-budget experimental feature. That would be like my equivalent to, like, a painter who would paint a huge canvass in, like, four months, compared to, like, a little sketch that takes less time. 

Any developments on your feud in the press with Robert Plant? That’s totally manufactured by others. But he ends up looking bad — when he lashed out, “I never heard of that fucking movie until two weeks ago.” That was my point. He hit me at the wrong time. I really nailed him in The Chronicle because I was getting a lot of shit from everybody. It was frustrating. I was having so much trouble with the music industry. He was the final straw. Maybe I did go overboard in that article — focusing on him. To me, he was a symbol. Because you’d like to think, “Well, artists don’t treat other artists this way. It’s always the companies.”  But when artists insulate themselves so much. I felt that if I could’ve had a one-on-one with him — like I did with Jimmy Page — via video and things like that, Robert Plant would have responded. I don’t think he could have not. But he’s isolated himself. That’s okay. If you’re gonna be some Howard Hughes-rockstar, you’re just gonna suffer the consequences. And this is one that slipped by you and you’re gonna look bad. So fuck you. 

[I can’t stop laughing.] So I didn’t mind saying that. And every interview I did, I mean — nationwide — they’d go, “So no Led Zeppelin?”  And I’d say, “Yeah, Robert Plant and his people wouldn’t allow it.” I just told them exactly what they told me: They “thought it would interfere with his solo career.”

“Hope I die before I get old.” Interfere with his solo career — even though he’s touring as “Led Zeppelin’s Robert Plant.” It was the dumbest thing I ever heard. But I just plant the seed and say, “Solo career?” and let other reporters ask, “What solo career?” And then they would blast his album about how bad…. I just gave them a little bit and let them go off. Then finally, his people were calling my music supervisor and going, “What the fuck? This guy has to stop. What’s he doing?” I don’t mind that reputation.  I mean, if you fuck with me, I’m gonna sometime, in the future, have a mouthpiece. And when your film comes out — you have access to the media for a while, right? It’s good that people in the studio and people you’re working with know that. It’s a power thing: the studio knows at the end of the day, I would have my say and they wouldn’t. 

Are you beings serious or silly with this feud in the press? Have you even met Robert Plant? No, I haven’t met him. But the feud was… I didn’t even have to contribute to it. I said one thing. A feud is a back and forth thing. And the back and forths were other people. It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t Robert Plant. It was others taking sides. 

Like, your “entourage” or something? Yeah. [laughs] Not even that. It’s people in the media. No one I work with commented or cared. I mean, they cared. But I think people in the media picked up the torch and ran with it. The whole thing was funny. 

Is the “Dazed and Confused” title Led Zeppelin’s property? No. Anyone can use titles. 

Do you watch TV? No. I don’t have cable. Haven’t since I was a teenager. If I’m in a hotel or at a friend’s house — where there’s a TV. I don’t want cable because I know I’d watch too much of it. I know I’m missing a lot by not watching TV. I just can’t go through all of that crap to get to that few good stuff. It just doesn’t weigh out for me. If something cool is on, usually someone has taped it. When Oprah Winfrey interviewed Michael Jackson, sure enough, a friend taped it, and I eventually saw it. 

What’s some of the worst advice thrown around in the film industry? Faster? Funnier? I don’t know. I always try to avoid those people. That’s why I didn’t go to film school. I hate rules. I didn’t want to know what I can’t do. If I went to film school, by the time I got out, I never would’ve thought about making a film like “Slacker.” Film schools don’t want movies like that. There’s no real reason for a film like “Slacker” to exist. I’d hate to know about the rules for things you can’t do. 

Did you face studio restrictions while making “Dazed”? “Dazed” was different. It’s not a radical film. It’s a teenage-rock movie. I felt confident going into that territory because I knew — at the end of the day — I’d deliver the goods. I described commercial aspects of the film: “funny, ’70s rock, driving around…” 

How’d it feel selling “Dazed” like that? Like a salesman. I had to do what I had to do. And I knew I wasn’t lying to them. Because “Dazed” is a big party movie. But I like it when 35 year olds tell me, “That was my life. It was so sad — tragic. I laughed the whole way, and then I was really depressed for a couple of days. Just reliving everything.”  That’s reaction is good, too. Because that’s how I feel. “Dazed” is a lot of different things. So I chose to talk about — to people with money, who were going to finance it — I’d just conveniently just pick the most commercial…. It just makes sense. I mean that’s just some. That’s a rule, I think. 

Last questions: Any New Year’s resolutions? I never do those. I have daily resolutions — little to-do lists. 

Do you get it all done? About 80 percent. That’s good. Because It’s an ambitious list. I just got an office and hired people. But in 1994, there are some big plans: A deal where a company will pay my overhead. So I’m getting to that point where I can be productive — instead of just struggling. Because I spend so much time just trying to get things happening, which subtracts from time spent creating. I don’t want to be two years in-between projects anymore. I really want to make three films in the next two years or something like that It would be quicker. 

Your production company is named Detour, right? Yeah. I’ve had that company since ’86. It was nothing at first. It’s been a long, slow process. But it’s good to have cash for the first time ever. Back in the “Slacker” days we did everything out of my bedroom... an allowance from my parents. Now it’s so great to hire someone to take care of the business aspect. Because once you are legitimate... There are two ways: one is underground, the other is legit. And if you go legit, you have to do that. You have to pay your taxes, file reports, deal with insurance. It’s so…. real. Ugh. 

[Getting the check] 

I read that Derek Jarman financed his first film with a computer loan. That can happen. I financed “Slacker” with credit cards. Whatever you can come up with. You want me to get the tip or something?