Sitting atop the hood of his broken-down Chevy Impala on a quiet desert road outside the town of Zeller, New Mexico, Hal Flannery saw the boy with the pale skin and cold, black eyes. The boy had to be around twelve years old. He was pedaling away from Zeller and toward Hal on a rusty
‘I don’t do realistic films. I don’t believe they exist … by definition, movies are a lie on reality.’ Alan Rudolph Satirical movie pitches thread their way through Robert Altman’s The Player, like Hollywood punctuation. One of them features film-maker Alan Rudolph, who attempts to describe his latest project – a comedy thriller about a
