![]() ![]() Soon after, I noticed the Slovakians blubbering so heavily they could no longer practice their dirges. The combination of this avian liebestod, the swirling duck down, and sundry buried traumas gave Russ a boner so sudden and violent that he burst into tears and fainted boom-mic-first onto the make-believe lovers, whom he drenched in his unconscious sobbings until we were able to haul the grief-wracked technician out. Just as Mark slid the bison pelt into business position, a dying pigeon dropped from the rafters and landed on Isabella’s lap, where it warbled its last. It all started on day 12 when sound man Russ Dyck perched himself on the lip of a beer vat with his furry boom to record the noises rising from tub bottom, where Isabella Rossellini was being stripped of her buffalo-hide panties by Mark McKinney amid a blizzard of eider feathers. We’re all laid low as if by a plague of sadness. ![]() This is the final installment of Guy Maddin’s production diary for The Saddest Music in the World (opening April 30).ĭAY 20 Been too sad to write the last few days. Manic, depressive: Maddin and Rossellini photo: Robin Holland ![]()
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