Tracy Chapman comes out doing the same shit Joan Armatrading was doing ten years ago, only Tracy’s younger and has a funkier haircut, and she walks away with all the press and the awards.”
“It’s the same in film,” he said. “There’s very little in the way of originality right now. The film schools are cranking out mimics and technicians, but there isn’t any soul.”
“What about your boys, Scorsese and De Palma?”
“Scorsese’s still a true visionary, a genius. Goodfellas, man, that was a piece of work. The first time I ever saw a cocaine high, visualized, up on the screen. And the violence was real, not stylized. Real. But De Palma?” Dane snorted and dismissed the director with a wave of his hand. “De Palma used to have that crippling Hitchcock fixation, and the critics hated him. I got a kick out of him, though. I mean, I had the sense, when I was watching his films, that I was witnessing the work of a madman. Then he does The Untouchables, and the critics love it. But it was pretty much just a straight narrative thing, don’t you think? And the centerpiece of the film, the shootout at the train station—he managed to rip off both Eisenstein’s Odessa steps sequence and himself at the same time.”
“Rip-off?” I said. “You used to call that ‘homage.’”
“Whatever. De Palma used that one hundred percent slow motion sequence once before, in The Fury, a much better film in my opinion, what with its theme of patricide and its dark humor. Godard called that the most honest use of slow motion he had ever seen on film.” Dane rubbed his forehead and swallowed more beer, then said, “It’s all bullshit anyway.”
With that remark we sat in silence for several minutes. The calico emerged from under my seat, and with a low crawl slowly crept up on a group of sparrows that had lit in the middle of the yard. I watched as they scattered and flew away.
“I heard Jimmy Broda got it while I was on vacation,” I said, a careful indifference in my voice.
“Yeah,” he said, closing his eyes as he killed his beer.
“It surprised me, the fact that he was a gonif.”
“Well, he was.”
“You have to fire him yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“You got a soft heart, Joe.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I finished my beer and crushed the can. “I talked to our lady in personnel. She has his reason for termination down as ‘job abandonment.’ You told her that, so theft wouldn’t be on the kid’s record. Am I right?”
His face tightened. “Sure. He was clean, up until the time he tried to boost that box. No reason to have that on his permanent record.”
A strong, stocky little boy ran from the side of the house and slowed to a walk as he neared us. He had his old man’s pug nose and his mother’s round eyes. Dane turned him around and locked him gently between his knees. He rubbed the kid’s shoulders with his big hands.
“There’s one thing I can’t figure out about that whole deal,” I said. “The kid’s grandfather phoned me after the boy was fired. So I went to their apartment, and the grandfather shows me this VCR that the kid had bought for him.”
“So?”
“So why would a kid lift an eighty dollar piece, then turn around and pay for a VCR worth two bills? Why not steal the more expensive item, if you’re going to steal?”
Dane brought his child up into his arms and hugged him rather roughly. His eyes were closed and I wondered if he’d heard me. Then he opened his eyes and spoke.
“You’re talking about a nineteen-year-old kid, Nick, and you expect him to do something rational.” He put down his child. “You think too damn much.”
“And you brood too much,” I said, rising from my chair. “Why don’t you go on inside. I’ve got to get going.”
“Don’t tell me not to brood. The hole is just getting deeper and deeper around here.”
I looked at his beautiful kid, then at him, and said, “You’re right. A single guy like me just can’t understand your ‘problems.’ ” I shook his hand. “So long, Joe. Thanks for the beer.”
I walked across the yard and looked through the screen door. Sarah was stirring the pot of pasta, the child in the fatigues sitting at her feet. I went around the side of their house and to my car without saying good-bye.
WHEN I ENTERED MY APARTMENT, the top light was blinking