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Untitled (Thanks. Get in...) Dashing leading man of the forties picks up a stag model hitchhiker on the Boulevard one night in West Hollywood during the 1960s. The conversation as they get stuck in traffic involves the young model’s recognizing the star, asking advice and triggering a psychedelic discourse on acting for the camera and the metaphysics of fame on the big screen. Directed by James Fotopoulos 2008, digital video, 58min 33sec, color, sound stereo |
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