Saturday, April 4, 2015

6564. WHY THE JEWISH FELLOW FLIES ON PASSOVER NIGHT

WHY THE JEWISH FELLOW 
FLIES ON PASSOVER NIGHT
'Bring to me a semblance of that something known
already to the world as real and true : seeded rye, a seat
at a long Pastrami table, all your ruggelah and gefilte
in the world, I don't care. I'm a worldly gent, I'm a
secular Jew. All the rest of this, it's all my grandmother's
crap  -  gentle memories, perhaps, but just something for
the film and the movie. Everything in the world  -  all
your passion and lust and flavor and fire, all your ideology
and beliefs together  -  they are only good inasmuch as
they can be turned into money. Cold cash, but money
no matter. The rest is a feint  -  a story for the goys to
buy and pay for. Chosen people? Bring me a frog. The
favorites of Yahweh? What the fuck. I'm headed back
to L.A., for this, my nineteenth film. Soft core, never
over that invisible line  -  sex pranks and double entendres.
We want the little bitchy Christians to welcome this into
their homes, remember, to buy and flag and pay for
this  -  our hard and carefully selected production crap.
Religion and politics, not mixing? I'll tell you
about that, next year, in Jerusalem.'

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