Mel Gibson. August 1998. Rooftop of the Peninsula Hotel, New York.
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Mel Gibson. August 1998. Rooftop of the Peninsula Hotel, New York.
Christopher Walken does not walk in. He glides.
All black. “Like those old vampire movies where they don’t walk, they glide.” Dancer’s feet. Sits down. Does not talk about the script.
They talk about the Middle Ages. Then they swap tortures. Walken keeps topping him. Gibson’s assistant leaves. The air turns cold. Gibson already knows he will not work with him.
He turns to break the stare.
Across the street: Top of the Sixes. A huge illuminated triple-six in red.
He looks at the sign. He looks at Walken. Walken is smiling.
“Oh no. Chris Walken is the Antichrist.”
Revelation 13:18. The number of a man. Hollywood put it on a Fifth Avenue roof and called it an address.
Watch the tape. Then decide if he was joking.
— Fallen Exposure
The light was always there.
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