Monday, January 2, 2012

The Stuntman (1980)

Escaping a mountain of midterm work, I bought my ticket, crested a dune, and found myself looking down this bright busy beach. It was still October back in the Hyland, but here it was hot, so I ditched the jacket, took a knife to my jeans—shorts and bare feet to blend in with the crowd.
     And please don’t make me bore you with school, but somebody asked, and somebody else on the crew said the director was looking for young engineers to help with his next war picture . . . a new romance, maybe . . . but adventure, regardless I won or lost.

Image courtesy of Kathy Bischoping.

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