What makes pistachio nuts korine

It can happen when you loop a single movement. I also thought there was something exciting about the idea of bleeding for the people. Yup, essentially he wanted to provoke enough people into beating him up so that he could make a Buster Keaton style film out of it. But, before you all panic, at least Harmony had some guidelines in place.

Guidelines which made no actual sense, mind…. Then I started taunting him. So he starts running after me. High comedy? No wonder Korine gave up on THAT project halfway through — he found he was spending far too much time in hospitals and mental institutions to ever get it finished.

They have to survive, they were ultimately more gangster than the most gangster. Film seems determined to move into 3D, 48FPS etc at the moment, is that stuff at all important? You can have 10 trillion pixels and still be a bastard. With sequels and reboots littering the cinema, has the film industry become more difficult to work in? Honestly it was always hard. The project What Makes Pistachio Nuts sounded fantastic, whatever happened to it?

The script was burnt in a fire unfortunately. It was a page script about a boy and his pig named Trotsky. Poppy Logo. I like that! I want it to be fresh when I meet you. I understand that. Laughs I wanted to film that for some reason. It has a little puzzle in it. Pistachio is so big the guy can put a saddle on him and ride him around. Ride into town on his back. He finally produces a glue so sticky that he can apply it to the bottom of Pistachios hoofs, and ride him right up the sides of walls, and across the ceiling, up side down, without falling down.

He charges admission for people to watch all this. But I was feeling pretty unhealthy when I finished the script. It was around I was living alone in a house in Connecticut, after I left New York. Nice old house, down by the water. I came back home one day and found the house had disappeared. Burn down to the ground. There was nothing but ashes left.

Everything I owned went up in flames. I mean everything, including the Pistachio script. It was like the hand of God had struck me. I still have no idea how it happened. Plus, I had no money, so it was really tough. I ended up moving to Paris. After a while I started thinking about the nuns again, and working on ideas for the story I wanted to tell of Mr.

Lonely and the impersonators. Maybe because the chaos in those films was a reflection of my mental state at the time. It was more of an abstraction. Emotion and feeling were the important things.

But Mr. I just wanted to make the most beautiful picture I could make. Actually, there are two stories running in parallel: the story of the nuns, and the main story of group of iconic-celebrity impersonators living on sort of a hippy commune in Scotland.

Although actually, the story begins in Paris with a Michael Jackson impersonator making his living dancing in the street. I actually lived on a commune for a few years when I was a kid. Anyway, my film is more about a society of fake celebrity icons: Sammy Davis Jr. Perhaps for the first time. Or was it Harpo Marx? I was taking all the style cues from Harpo at the time! But yeah, with this film I really went with it. Samantha Morton plays Marilyn Monroe.

Diego Luna is Michael Jackson. Denis Lavant is Charlie Chaplin. Anita Pallenberg is The Queen. A real character and a very good actor. Really funny. Not much vanity left about her looks. And what a lot of life that is! Werner Herzog plays an alcoholic priest, in the jungle with the nuns. The agent, as he was written was really boisterous. A mad French agent, totally over the top. But Leos played him as being depressed.

An odd take on the guy, but I really liked his performance. It was really interesting. Plus, these guys are my friends, and I saw something in them I thought would be interesting on screen. My wife acts in it. She plays the part of the Little Red Riding Hood impersonator. The laws of nature do exist, but amazing things can happen.

There is a story that has a definite arc. But, at the same time, I think it flows in what I feel is almost a musical way, a lyrical way. Why did you shoot it in Scotland? For the landscape? So we went there looking for locations. On the last day we saw an interesting house — kind of remote — so we knocked on the door. A woman opened the door just wearing a nightgown with nothing on underneath. Her breasts were totally exposed. She was crying — all this makeup was streaking down her cheeks.

We went inside. There were ten dead horses on their backs, with their legs sticking straight up in the air!

Frozen stiff.