Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia: Directed by Sam Peckinpah. With Warren Oates, Isela Vega, Robert Webber, Gig Young. An American bar room pianist and his prostitute girlfriend go on a trip through the Mexican underworld to collect a bounty on the head of a dead gigolo.
i love the heat and how it makes everyone go a bit mental. yesterday i was in the park
reading ballard short stories and its striking how almost all of them take place in the heat
drinks on the veranda, a kind of detachment from the self, watching your wife fall into the
orbit of your rival with a kind of dispassionate curiosity or perverse complicity
smoking on a hot hot day: it's tfw you light your cig and you can't see the flame or smoke as the sun is so intense, you can't tell if it's smouldering or dead, you take a drag and can't taste the smoke properly as the air is so hot anyway, your fag is at risk of sogginess from the sweat on your nose and top lip, which hits your cig and evaporates instantly leaving a shrivelled and tide marked butt that's turning your fingers brown, it seems to burn down extra fast, you are a smoker so you want to burn the world but it's already on fire
i walked into the pub yesterday about 2pm drenched in sweat, pouring, and there was just one customer in there sitting by the door, one of those
plump, soft-skinned, genteel pissheads and he said
you look very thirsty
and i ordered an ice-cold lager just like in that clip.
The Flight of the Phoenix: Directed by Robert Aldrich. With James Stewart, Richard Attenborough, Peter Finch, Hardy Krüger. After a plane crash in the Sahara, one of the survivors says he's an airplane designer and they can make a flyable plane from the wreckage.