** "I prefer something that's eccentric - I don't mind my eccentric persona that exists..."

Crispin Glover Talks Mr. K, Orson Welles, and 'navigating within the corporate structure of the film world.' The famously referred to as both madman and genius actor engages in a kind of Kafkaesque conversation regarding Glover's enigmatic excursion through his current Tallulah directed, no exit hotel noir.

And pretty much as an actor in search of his elusive, mysterious character who may or may not be Kafka - while expressing his frustration seemingly stuck in the circular cyber-corridors of IMDB, not unlike Melville's contrarian Bartleby that Glover has likewise portrayed in a movie.

** "The people out there are not your enemy..."

What's Going On - From the Pentagon to Portland, Chicago - mass protests in the streets. Pacifica Host Garland Nixon on the mixed messages military, Patton and George C. Scott, Dustin Hoffman's Rain Man, bobbleheads, screwdrivers and sledge hammers - and Trump's speech at the Pentagon...

** "The African heist heroine - the case of South African drama..."

Bro On The Global Television Beat. Arts Express Paris Correspondent Professor Dennis Broe on 'cabbages versus caviar' in the crime series, Marked. With connections to The Lavender Hill Mob, The Asphalt Jungle, and Steve McQueen's Widows...

** "I think one of the points we try to make, is that while there are traditions, even traditions change. But folk music survived that..."

Newport And The Great Folk Dream: A Continuing Conversation With Filmmakers Robert Gordon And Joe Lauro. And 'an American original that has been delivering legendary performances since 1959...' 

COVER-UP REVIEW

There is no secret as to the horrors of recent US history, in words and horrific imagery - the Vietnam My Lai Massacre, Watergate, Abu Ghraib, Gaza and way before and beyond. But the monumental moving force for decades behind these shocking revelations has been somewhat of a mystery figure - in part as a result of his media pariah status despite his work bestowing their corporate entities enabling investigative accolades. Part Sherlock Holmes, Columbo and enigmatic Superman, Seymour Hersh is finally receiving his long overdue acclaim in the film, Cover-Up. But is he thrilled at the prospect. Apparently, not so much.

In pursuit of the investigative legend for no less than twenty years by filmmakers Laura Poitras and Mark Obenhaus to have him take rare time out to tell his life story, a somewhat grumpy and suspicious Hersh grudgingly concedes - though at one point ready to shut down the filming and storm out when questioned about his confidential sources.

And no wonder, by way of explanation. 'It's complicated to know who to trust - you know I barely trust you guys.' And stunning insight into a fearless eighty-eight year old undercover loner astonishingly without bodyguard protection - and whom scary Nixon once referred to as  'this fellow Hersh is a son of a bitch. He's probably a communist agent...'

And as a result, both Hersh and the filmmakers seem more comfortable tracking his formidable secrecy buster, covert CIA dirt tracker, toxic cocktail exploits across the decades instead, and well they do. Including an incidental revelation that government leakers do so even  though 'a lot of them hated my guts and still talk to me' - he surmises, out of an ambivalent sense of personal guilt.

Though with Hersh on occasion dropping hints about who he is and how he got that way - from an unusually crowded childhood as part of two sets of twins, and secrecy shrouded, refugee traumatized parents, to confessing regarding his revelations 'at times I'm in such despair with what I've seen,' that he's relieved to have his shrink spouse to turn to for periodic emotional healing.

And still seething with justifiable resentment as to the media turning against him when he progressed from exposing the government to outing corporations - apparently circling the wagons as corporate entities themselves - he found a new space to stir up investigative revelations at Substack online. And ironically with the advent of the Internet, seemingly surrounded there by his defiant digital offspring in the streets everywhere, increasingly outshinig and preempting the mainstream media.

In other words, expressing the lifelong relentless, uncompromising impatience of that rowdy prophet pursuing stories that nobody wants to touch: 'we're a culture of enormous violence - you can't have a country that does that, and looks the other way...'

Prairie Miller
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