Dreams: Walkathon
Last night I had a dream Martin Scorceses had directed a musical. It had begun with complete darkness with all the singers and dancers having their backs faced to us. The camera makes a slow dolly when the main actor fills the frame, the lights go on. It's Christopher Walken and his eyes are dead and empty. And he begins to sing and dance, women twirling around him. It was creepy and yet, at the same time, absolutely thrilling.