A Michael Mann moment

Don Johnson > Don Henley

Even though I'm dark-haired, the intense moonlight makes me look like I'm wearing some sort of optical white fright wig. A passage from the middle of Les Thugs' "New Day" plays as earsplitting volume.

"DON'T QUE PASA ME"

i'm going 75 per past the skyscrapers. a tough guy in a beat-up ford goes past me, weaving in and out of traffic. i smile to myself. man, driving a car like that in that manner is like a fat girl in a tight dress: you ain't foolin' nobody.

i glide up to the nightclub and park it in front of the valet. i toss him a couple of twenties. 'watch it but don't don't it,' i hiss. 'i'll be back in two minutes, if that'.

the doorman waves me past the line. i get some dirty looks, i shoot them right back. i enter the club. a mmoody techno track throbs. in the corner, sitting up slightly higher than everyone else, light shining down on his bald dome, is hector vazquez. he sees me staring at him. he knows he's made. he bolts. i pursue. he gets about ten feet from the door when i trip him up. 'heeeeyyy man, i was just goin to take a leak', he sputters. fucking liar, always was.

'you and me gonna have a sitdown, hector my man. now buy me a fuckin' drink.'

Celebrating the 10-year (or 10.5, whatever) anniversary of Andy K's incredible posts upthread...

A Michael Mann moment
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A Michael Mann moment

mark leyner weeps in abject defeat

Ha. Revived a couple days after a USFL YouTube binge.

flying down the 101 at night at a nice clip coupled with the opening 30 secs of "stay away" by charli xcx = instant michael mann moment

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNrbrhQknLQ

"IGOT the key. I...got...thekey."

It’s one year in his life, 1957. That’s the year that, fortuitously, the parts of his life that I most care about in making a human story, all collide. It’s an opera, it’s a family drama, a tragedy, filled with wry humor. It’s a racing film, but it’s not a movie about car racing. It’s a movie about this guy’s life and his passion. He started as a race car driver and then became a racing team manager for Alfa Romeo. His passion was to make the racing team win, so he’s kind of an impresario, conductor or film director, of a race team. He’s an instigator of men, many of whom tragically die young. He’s very close to death and death is very close to him. His father died young, his brother died young. In the year of 1957, of the seven Ferrari drivers, only two were left alive at the end. He is passionate, plenty of libido. There’s part of him that’s like a metronome. As an engineer, he’s precise, like a master draftsman. At the same time, he has passion. There are other women in his life. Sex, food, death. There is a contradiction between chaos on one hand and the precision with which you determine the diameter of an exhaust valve, on the other. Someone in London who really knew the heart of this, who’s Italian, said it sounds like what you’re doing is making something so intensely local that it’s universal. And that’s it. The film is about life, danger, passion, racing with volcanic temperament throughout.

(cf.)

anybody want a.. bump