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Film | Nov 07 2002

I think it begins with a snuff film or what I’m told is a snuff film. Do you know what a snuff film is? It’s a film of a person being murdered. In real life such films exist and people pay a lot of money to see them. Anyway it’s set in the desert. There are these two brothers and they have this famous artist father. The brothers bring home two people, a couple, and most of the film is about the horrible things the brothers do to this couple. Now I’m remembering how it begins. I go into this kind of barbershop and find all these bodies, not only of the people killed but of the killers, the brothers. And then I find this film that shows how this came to be, how they all ended up dead in these certain positions. I wish I could remember more of it, although maybe it’s better I don’t. But I do recall that somewhere in the barbershop I find a book, a novel, that tells the same story. It’s written by the father of the two sons. He’s some artist guy who marries someone who’s sort of like Lucille Ball but not really. She’s like a western chick. Reading the book, I begin to sort of see or experience—ah, yeah, here I go again. I begin to see or experience this weird bizarre story of all these weird bizarre things that these two brothers do to their victims and then in the middle of that I find a book just like the book I’m reading and I start to read it and start to see it all again, only this time it’s different; it’s the same people and the same story but it’s different. In this version the brothers see some film that inspires them to make their own snuff film. The film they see is fictional and was filmed in three days by a bunch of actors in the desert, in the same location where the brother’s film gets filmed later on. It’s really cheesy, a piece of crap, but it inspires the brothers to make their own snuff film, only to make it a real snuff film, not some cheesy thing with fake blood and so on, which they both agree ruins it. All of this is in the father’s book, the one I found in barbershop. Or it’s not in the father’s book exactly; that is, not literally. But when you read the book, it all comes to you.