Thursday, June 02, 2005

The Directors Cut

“They know. They know all.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. They know nothing. How could they possibly know anything?”
“I can see it in their eyes. The mirrors of their eyes.”
Message left on the Directors answering machine,
At 5:31pm on the evening of the17th.
The message appears to record a conversation between two distinct voices. The former closely resembling that of the Director.

Save for a deep cut on his cheek beneath the right eye, no one had noticed anything strange or out of the ordinary in the behavior of the Director, in the days prior to his disappearance. It must be said that the Director was a man known above all else, for his regimental character, contrasting greatly with the strange, indeed macabre, nature of the movies he conjured from the deepest depths of his fantastic imagination. His absence at the film studio on the morning of the 20th, came as quite a shock to everyone present, above all his long-term crew members who had never known the man to be late a single day, in a career that spanned two decades as a film maker. The alarm was soon raised after the Cinematographer and long time friend of the Director, fearing the worst, drove out to the Directors mansion in the Hollywood Hills, and found it in quite a state of upheaval, wholly devoid of any sight or sign of the man himself. The Cinematographer grasped the seriousness of the situation immediately, owning that the Director never left his house, apart from his daily drive to the film studios. He was a man of solute routine, and this, it appeared, was decidedly out of habit. In the following days a million T.V. broadcasts held the same, most recent picture of the Director, taken on the 16th, four days before his disappearance, and the first day of shooting of his latest movie, entitled “the Dreams in the Witch House”.
As to the general state of upheaval witnessed by the Cinematographer at the Director’s home on the morning of the 20th, this would suggest burglary by some third party or perhaps some form of mental attack or breakdown on the Directors behalf. The very few who knew the man intimately, have fervently dismissed the latter theory. The Director never partook of alcohol or any other drug, legal or otherwise. Indeed it is to this that many attributed his unnaturally youthful looks. The man was 62 and yet if the truth were told, he did not look a year over forty. If a third party was involved, it is unlikely that the man knew the person or persons in question. The Director had lived alone all of his adult life, seeming to visibly shun the company of others. He limited his human interaction to those of his film crew he knew and trusted.
In the weeks following his disappearance, experts in their respective fields, put two strange theories forward:
Dr. Daniel Meehan, Head of the History Department at U.C.L.A. and leading expert on occult literature, has suggested a theory surrounding the strange cut beneath the right eye, that appeared on the Director’s face in the days prior to his disappearance. Dr. Meehan believes, after careful study of the last picture taken of the Director, that the strange wound could only have been made with an ancient Egyptian ceremonial dagger, as part of the ritual evocation of certain dangerous spirits of the underworld. Of course the police have been quick to distance themselves from seeming partial to any such line of enquiry, dismissing the theory as sheer fantasy.
The second theory is a more plausible one (and perhaps a definite lead), involving the recorded conversation on the Directors answering machine, on the evening of the 17th.

Communications experts now believe it took place between the Director, calling from a pay phone at the studio, and another person within the Directors mansion in the Hollywood Hills.

26 Comments:

Blogger Michael said...

A bun in my head oven for the last two days.They never found the man and the case is as of yet,unsolved.

11:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now, you will see me one more time if you do good. You'll see me two more times if you do bad. Goodnight.

11:53 AM  
Blogger Michael said...

This is the girl.

11:57 AM  
Blogger Mirepoix said...

Hey, that girl is not in my film!

11:59 AM  
Blogger Kelly said...

Good stuff M. Is there going to be a part 2 or are you leaving it unresolved?

12:32 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

How weird. And yeah, that does sound like something Dr. Meehan would spout from his spouting hole.

12:45 PM  
Blogger Mirepoix said...

are you on myspace? if not you shoudl join Robert, Ian and Ger on it. (Jessie and I as well)

5:41 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

Kelly, the story is fin. No conclusions, just the strange circumstances of a disappearance.I'd love to go like that.Just disappear without a trace.Disappear down an old Georgian alleyway on a foggy november night.

7:22 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

Rob, yes life is indeed weird.However i'm sure Dr.Dan would put us all in the shade if he created a blog such would be the wonderous discharges from his spouting hole.
The man has dwelled for all eternity inside his own mind.My God, i can't even begin imagine the magnificence of that which potentially manifests within.Probably something to do with windmills.

7:30 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

Sabi, i hope to get around to joining this myspace thingy.However my scanner died awhile back and i think i would be a bit insensitive to the memory of what my scanner and i had together, to get a new one straight away.I have loads of pictures i like to through up but am for the present without facilities.Thanks for the invitation.
It is not my custom to enter where I am uninvited.

7:38 PM  
Blogger Mirepoix said...

Windmills always the culprit.

You have an open invitation from me to join myspace at any time. I will wear my black veil in memory of your scanner and pray to the PC gods for it's soul.

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8:32 PM  
Blogger Mirepoix said...

(you're in ireland right? why up so late/early? wolves again?)

8:34 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

Oh yeah, women in black.If there's anything sexier, i don't wanna know about it.

8:36 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

Yes still up, very late or early.I work in a bar nights.Don't finish till three.So i sleep quite late two.It's a vicious cycle.

8:39 PM  
Blogger Mirepoix said...

Do you get to break up bar fights?

8:52 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

The odd time violence is involved.Sometimes you gotta ask scumbags to leave and thats no fun.But usually the locals will come to your aid.I personally relish the deaththreats though, they are such a perk.

10:00 AM  
Blogger Mirepoix said...

One should always be prepared for a bar fight. Plan what type of bottle you're going to break and what your slogan will be to yell out with a fevered gleam in your eye.

mine is a wine bottle and my slogan

"A cha cha cha cha cha!!!" (said fast like a crazed Jack Nicholson)

3:11 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

That's seriously funny stuff Sabi.I've got quite a scary stare that i use sometimes.If i had a slogan or cat call it would probably be:
"Your mine, cuntfucker!!!"
I prefer "cuntfucker" to "motherfucker".It's got more of a back alley ambience to it.
Have you ever seen a movie called "Withnail and I".If not, you seriously have to check it out.It's one of my very favourites.

7:52 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

CUNTFUCKER, FUCK, SLICEING THROUGH COLD METAL,WHORE, FACE THROUGH GLASS, FUCK, EVERY CEEL SCREAMS FOR OXYGEN, PUNCHING CONCRETE WALLS, SHIT-STABBER, FUCK.

Sorry, some cuntfucker pissed me off tonight in the bar.
I fell better now.

8:29 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

I fell and feel much better now.
I does one fall better.
Strangeways here we come!!!

8:56 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

I or how?
My mind is beginning to unravel.
Bedways is best ways now, methinks.

8:58 PM  
Blogger Mirepoix said...

cuntfucker. that's good one. Good slogan as well. It would carry a lot of power and probably scare the shit out of whoever you're about to go after.

I use shitfucker b/c i think coprolagnia is really damn gross. Fucking one's mother is also gross as hell. but I am a big fan of the insult cocksucker where there isn't anything gross or bad about that at all. I also made up the word assmonger even though there isn't really anything wrong with that either but I like the feeling of the word. funny how these things work out.

9:00 PM  
Blogger Mirepoix said...

Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.

Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.

-dickinson

goodnight M/X of wolves and ramblings

9:04 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

What's COPROLAGNIA? Please excuse my ignorance.
Is it shit-fucking or some other shit related activity.
Yes, i agree their is nothing at all offensive in the term "cocksucker".
If you are one who partakes in such activity's you should shout it from the rooftops, change your middle name to "cocksucker", fuck wear a name tag at all times with "cocksucker" in bold print.

I'm a cuntfucker and damn fucking proud of it.
Nice poem.

7:59 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

Also, does "motherfucker" strictly refer to one who fucks their own mother or someone elses mother.It's not so bad if it's the latter.There are some pretty damn hot mothers out there.
Wow this conversation is so complex.

8:04 PM  
Blogger Mirepoix said...

I agree witht he fucking of other people's mother.. just not one's own. corpolagnia is sexual pleasure from handling etc.. feces.

I also know about 7 ways to say sprayed or spattered with feces. not a hobby of mine to do such things but it is a hobby of mine to know the words for it. Should I ever get an invitation I want to know to decline and believe me I know people who have gotten invitations.

yuck.

12:44 AM  

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