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Mamet likes the heat. Today's not bad. He's worked up a bit of a sweat helping build one of the new houses, so he's come to the Compound for a shower and some AC. And then, he thinks, what the hell, maybe there's something worth checking out in the rec room. So he goes and he's reaching for something on the bookshelf when a fucking film canister falls right on his fucking head.
"Fuck," he exclaims, one hand instinctively rising to his head, the other reaching for the culprit.
Men With Guns | 1998 | Directed by Kari Skogland the label reads, like someone used an old typewriter. Simply because he's fascinated that the movie shares the same year he was living in before ending up here, Mamet takes the canister and the projection equipment down to the third floor rec room where it's always far less crowded. He sets it up, Starbuck and Poe settle around the couch for a nap.
Mamet isn't paying a whole lot of attention, and is in fact contemplating a nap himself when all of a sudden the screen is full of Eddie and Richie-- Richard. Mamet stares at his friends in a vaguely detached way, the surprise of it blocking total realization at first.
Mamet looks around, like maybe it's a prank or a trick and there'll be people hanging around behind the couch, waiting to jump out and laugh. But there's no one there, and Eddie and Richard go on.
"--I'm your back, and you're mine. You wanna be the kind of dude where people are like, Richard Lucas, Eddie Goldman, don't fuck with those dudes 'cause you fucked with the wrong motherfuckers?"
With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Mamet continues to watch, knowing what's inevitably going to happen. And then there he is, standing outside the fence of The Lakeview Lunch. And there's Easy Gary, and then, and then...he knows this. And even after all this time, just seeing those fucking pills makes him want them.
The more Mamet watches, two things become clear. He sees that Eddie and Richard were kind of assholes, and that he was kind of fucked up. Fucked up in ways he can hardly remember or realize, maybe not even now, and maybe doesn't want to.
The movie goes on, and all of it is almost unbearably uncomfortable to watch. He doesn't know why he keeps it on, he knows what happens, he knows what he did. Maybe to find out what happens after, to know that it all fucking meant something. And when the shooting starts he has to look away, he doesn't want to see that shit. He might have been drugged up to his eyeballs when it happened, but he remembers enough. His fingers dig into his leg just to hear it. The phone rings, and Eddie's saying something You got my back, man and Mamet's eyes flicker back to the screen.
And there he is, a bloody hole under his chin, his lifeless body slumped against the wall. Mamet stares at himself, the other self that isn't the one here, and the film continues without him noticing. He is dead somewhere. In Toronto, he's dead.
The film continues, and it looks like Eddie and Richard might actually make it out okay. But then some fucker that should have been dead wasn't quite, and gets Richard. And then mob guys show up, and then that cop, and then...it's just Eddie, bleeding out in some pool.
Mamet leans forward and turns the projector off.
None of it meant anything, in the end. None of it meant a fucking thing.
[[Whee canon puncture! Feel free to have seen any of the last 13 minutes or so, or nothing. They're up on youtube here (pt. 1) and here (pt. 2). | No new tags, please!]]
"Fuck," he exclaims, one hand instinctively rising to his head, the other reaching for the culprit.
Men With Guns | 1998 | Directed by Kari Skogland the label reads, like someone used an old typewriter. Simply because he's fascinated that the movie shares the same year he was living in before ending up here, Mamet takes the canister and the projection equipment down to the third floor rec room where it's always far less crowded. He sets it up, Starbuck and Poe settle around the couch for a nap.
Mamet isn't paying a whole lot of attention, and is in fact contemplating a nap himself when all of a sudden the screen is full of Eddie and Richie-- Richard. Mamet stares at his friends in a vaguely detached way, the surprise of it blocking total realization at first.
Mamet looks around, like maybe it's a prank or a trick and there'll be people hanging around behind the couch, waiting to jump out and laugh. But there's no one there, and Eddie and Richard go on.
"--I'm your back, and you're mine. You wanna be the kind of dude where people are like, Richard Lucas, Eddie Goldman, don't fuck with those dudes 'cause you fucked with the wrong motherfuckers?"
With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Mamet continues to watch, knowing what's inevitably going to happen. And then there he is, standing outside the fence of The Lakeview Lunch. And there's Easy Gary, and then, and then...he knows this. And even after all this time, just seeing those fucking pills makes him want them.
The more Mamet watches, two things become clear. He sees that Eddie and Richard were kind of assholes, and that he was kind of fucked up. Fucked up in ways he can hardly remember or realize, maybe not even now, and maybe doesn't want to.
The movie goes on, and all of it is almost unbearably uncomfortable to watch. He doesn't know why he keeps it on, he knows what happens, he knows what he did. Maybe to find out what happens after, to know that it all fucking meant something. And when the shooting starts he has to look away, he doesn't want to see that shit. He might have been drugged up to his eyeballs when it happened, but he remembers enough. His fingers dig into his leg just to hear it. The phone rings, and Eddie's saying something You got my back, man and Mamet's eyes flicker back to the screen.
And there he is, a bloody hole under his chin, his lifeless body slumped against the wall. Mamet stares at himself, the other self that isn't the one here, and the film continues without him noticing. He is dead somewhere. In Toronto, he's dead.
The film continues, and it looks like Eddie and Richard might actually make it out okay. But then some fucker that should have been dead wasn't quite, and gets Richard. And then mob guys show up, and then that cop, and then...it's just Eddie, bleeding out in some pool.
Mamet leans forward and turns the projector off.
None of it meant anything, in the end. None of it meant a fucking thing.
[[Whee canon puncture! Feel free to have seen any of the last 13 minutes or so, or nothing. They're up on youtube here (pt. 1) and here (pt. 2). | No new tags, please!]]