To the degree that there is any hero involved in this sad enterprise, it is Rip Torn, who, perceiving that there was no movie unless something happened, attacked the star (and director) with a small hammer.It may not be much of a film experience - but it's certainly a spectacular folly. Mailer sold $70,000 worth of his shares in The Village Voice - almost half a million in today's money - to finance it. ["A prosperous and sentimental holding", as he described it in "A Course in Film-Making" - his thought-provoking (naturally) essay on the enterprise, collected in Existential Errands.] Filming in East Hampton a month after RFK's assassination - with a volatile mix of professional actors, bored rich, and shady hangers-on all drinking, drugging, and screwing - it was (in the parlance of the times) a heavy scene.
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