We hit upon the idea of making a movie about the Revolution. A feature film that would be shown in all the movie theaters. The short video about the frozen chicken up the cunt was all well and good, but it wasn't for a mass audience. Art for the masses means Hollywood. Calling people to revolution requires a big screen. We visited at least twenty studios over the course of a week: identical offices; blinding, snow-white smiles. We had no problem getting appointments, because they were writing about us in all the newspapers.
"We want to make a movie about revolution." "Which revolution might that be?" "The Russian revolution." "Which one do you mean? The 1917 Revolution?" "No! The one that's happening now." "But you don't have any revolution now." "Oh, really?"