Okay – here’s what I’m getting from Bernie’s talk with Kelo Printz, the movie producer with the big white teeth. Two perps – Louis B. Mayer and Erich von Stroheim – got into a fight about a movie called Greed. Mayer wanted it to be shorter, Stroheim wanted it to be longer, or maybe the other way around. Shorter sounds better to me – Bernie and I watched it the other night, but something was wrong with the sound, as I might have mentioned. There wasn’t any! No sound! Hard to imagine.
Printz thinks there’s a can of film buried out here in Death Valley, and we’ve dug a couple holes already. Love digging, myself, but we didn’t find anything. “Let me get this straight,” Bernie said. “You think Mayer came out here during the shooting and they had some kind of showdown?”
“Exactly,” said Printz.
Shooting? Showdown? Maybe we weren’t looking for a can of film after all.
“And you want to make a movie about that?”
“Got it again.”
A movie about a movie. I lay down for a while.
“With the subtext of two modern-day Jews wandering in the desert?” Bernie said.
Printz gave him a long look. “Interesting idea,” Printz said. “Ever considered the film business? Moving to Hollywood, maybe?”
Moving? My head came up all on its own. I watched Bernie, waiting for his answer.
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