Meet Marlon Brando
Albert Maysles, David Maysles
- As charming as it gets.
Gimme Shelter, by Maysles Brothers
The best secret Is the one We all know Without knowing.
- Eye in the dye.
The Color of Pomegranates, by Sergei Parajanov
Life is such, Looked through from all directions It reflects the same As if One is seen from The point Which One Stands alone But Never grown.
- Warmth of a ppappy dog.
A tail slips through the door, Find a mat, And wraps it worn. A girl comes home through the door, Looks at the mat, And gets a bit torn. A dog runs through the door, Finds its tail, Looks at the girl, And asks for more. Oh! What a day! A tale is born!
- Multitudes of singlitude.
One-Sixth of the World, by Dziga Vertov
A man flashes by the mirror, Carrying a bottle of liquor, Reflecting his past valor, From mirror Shattered to vapor. There it is, He says to himself, Like his doctor, Hiding from his rigor, Collecting the scattered vapor. Only it's no longer us, in the mirror.
- Strings of a small space.
The distance from couch to ouch, Is The distance from sand to land. Taste the unsalted crystal, Listen to the roasted mud, Smell the grilled rock. It is you, Who Have the distance in mind, Where Home is to there to find.
The Ride to the Abyss
(La course à l'abîme)
- Islands on brain water.
I can't see, Sea along the side, Sighed the old lady on the right, Write me a letter, I said, Sad it must be, she looked away A way to go down is leading me straying off, Of that path I took and played, Plaid on the plain, Plane over lane, Lain, too late to see, Sea along my feet.
- ...in mis-adventure-land.
Drive up the hills. Drive up those hills. Drive up the hills! I said! - But we don't have a car. Drive your feet up the hills! - But I don't have feet. Drive your damn hands up the damn hills! - But I don't have any hands really... Drive your goddamn...hmmm... What are you anyway? A snake? - I'm just the car, you are the driver!
Mirror of Holland
(Spiegel van Holland)
- The second life of perception.
The Silent World, by Jacques-Yves Cousteau
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When the Day Breaks
Wendy Tilby, Amanda Forbis
- Walks of life.
The joke is spreading around faster than she could imagine, Like she used to do, lie in front of her boyfriend, But then, this time is different, everybody is laughing, Finally it's funny, no longer requiring an extra effort To be made when she doesn't even feel like it. What else could she do? Buying groceries at midnight? Nothing really is going to be any funnier than that, And she knows it, as the joke is going to kill a couple guys, Better now than never. It always worked. It will work. Then why standing there like an idiot unknowningly smiling? Nobody is going to laugh when the lights are green.
The Mystery of the Leaping Fish
Christy Cabanne, John Emerson
- Douglas Fairbanks Jr. as Johnny Depp.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, by Terry Gilliam
There is no need to save the girl, When you could have some little sips, Of Sizzling coke, Grilled fish, Couched nap, Cracked smoke. Let her die, Time is good, noon is high, Every hero needs a -bye-.