jeżeli twoje dziecko najbardziej na świecie kocha filmy, a ty najbardziej na świecie kochasz swoje dziecko, to kup mu spekulacje o kinie, pozakulisowy apendyks:

Slaughter’s Big Rip-Off (..) In 1972 my Mom was dating a black professional football player. So in an effort to get in good with her, he wanted to hang out with me. He asked her: Does he like football? She said: No, he likes movies. So he took me to my first movie in a black theatre in a black neighborhood. The film was Jim Brown’s brand new movie Black Gunn (the radio spot proclaimed: Jim Brown’s gonna’ git the motha’ who killed his brotha’). And frankly, I’ve never been the same since. To one degree or another, I’ve spent the rest of my life trying to recreate that experience of watching a brand new Jim Brown movie on Saturday night in a black cinema in 1972. The closest experience I ever had with a white audience at that time, was how they reacted to Sean Connery’s James Bond in Diamonds Are Forever and Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry. Still…there was no comparison. When Jim Brown sat behind his desk and Bruce Glover (Crispin’s father) and his other white gangsters threatened Jim Brown’s Gunn, and Gunn hit a button and under the desk a sawed-off shotgun dropped in his lap…the jam-packed cinema of black males cheered in a way the ten-year-old little me had never seen in a movie theatre before. At that time, living with a single mother, it was probably the most masculine experience I’d ever been a part of. And I remember as the movie ended with a freeze-frame of Jim Brown as Gunn, the guy behind me proclaiming out loud: “Now that’s a movie about a bad motherfakker.”