You bought a DVD?
For your eighty-seven year old grandfather?
Well, I think so.
You think so?
Still, are you sure this is the right film for him?
It’s a generation thing.
It’s like, if someone gave me the Wiggles… what do I want with the Wiggles? I mean, sure, the Wiggles are fine if you’re five. There’s all that colour and a bunch of guys singing and dancing with a dinosaur. There’s even a pirate. Five year olds love it, but it’s really not me.
Did I say that?
I did not say that.
I’m simply pointing out that an eighty odd year old man might not appreciate the so-called classic that is Predator.
That you think it’s a classic is extra lame, by the way. Serious serious lame. I’m having trouble coming to terms with the fact that you know the director’s name. All I can say right now is that you have an unhealthy geek level.
There’s just some director names you should not know. They’re what I refer to as the Hack Directors of the world.
Yeah, well, living vicariously through your cybersex life isn’t as fulfilling as you think it is.
What’s this theory, anyway?
No, I’m not going to tell. I don’t need anymore of your pop culture contempt.
My theory is that there are basically three kinds of director. The first is your Artist Director.
They are the kind of director whose film actually has a style and substance that raises them above the majority. Think Takeshi Kitano, Ang Lee, and John Woo before he went to Hollywood and made films with Ben Affleck in them. Basically, when you hear one of their names, you instantly know that you’ve got to see that film.
No. Just my examples.
The second kind is the Shit Director. This is the kind of director who makes films that are so appalling that you’re insulted on every level, from aesthetics to intellectualism to simple pleasure. Think Michael Bay, Steven Spielberg, and John Woo after he came to Hollywood and made films with Ben Afflect in them. When you hear their name attached to a film, you know that it should be avoided at all costs.
The third category is the Hack Director. This kind of director just churns out films. Everything in it is bland: story, actors, look, music, everything. They’re not bad films, really, but you don’t want them for any kind of stimulation. You just watch their films to the pass the time until one day you die and, at the Gates of Heaven, Jesus rips up your video card so you can’t borrow movies and waste your afterlife.
That’s where your man who made Predator comes in.
I haven’t had sex for in five months.
Says cybersex boy.
Anyhow, you reckon Pop isn’t going like Predator?
I kind of doubt it. It’s like the Wiggles for straight ADD boys: full of colour and noise and manly man who don’t touch each other in that special way.
What made you think it was a good idea, anyway?
“We should have the death penalty here. Send some of those fucks to the chair, fry them up. Make their eyeballs melt.”
He said that?
But he was for it, y’know?
Arnold is the man, apparently. He reckons that Arnold is doing a great job, which I thought was a bit odd, considering that all he knew was that Arnold was frying some poor fuck.
Anyhow: we’re sitting there and suddenly we’re having this conversation about the death penalty and Arnold and all I can bring to the conversation that won’t upset him is that I like some of Arnold’s films.
Commando is kind of about the death penalty.
What I really wanted to say was hey, fuck the death penalty. I wanted to tell him how I once heard this thing where they said that before inmates are taken into the chamber and killed, they are given this booklet that tells them how they’re going to die.
What, like details?
That’s fucked up.
Was he interested?
Then why you buying him Predator?
Gift certificate says you don’t care, man. You know that. If you give someone a gift certificate, what you’re saying is you don’t care enough to even bother spending ten minutes thinking about them.
You might as well give them nothing.
Predator isn’t going bridge the gap between you and your Pop.
“Hey, you’re family. I gave some thought.”
And that’s all you want to say?
You would have been better off with a gift certificate.
(Street Conversations is an eight week project. Prose and photography with the link being that you're on a street. That's the gimmick. Gifts for Strangers is week six. Previous weeks are Wires, Jesus, Words for Friends, Love, and Hate. And yes, I did change the title of week three to better fit the overall structure. It's allowed. There are two more weeks left. Can you feel the excitement?)