Now and again, my thoughts turn to actor Lance Henriksen. Lance of the world-worn face and rough-edged voice.Bishop. Frank Black. You know who I'm talking about.
I think of what an amazing talent he is, and how I wish more projects like Millennium were on his resume; projects that showcase the intensity and precision of his work. I think of how kind he was to me when I met him, and how, if I ever find a way to make my feature film, Nothing But Time, I would spend 90% of my budget to have him as Brother Parks. I would carry his coffee, buy his smokes, cook him steaks (even though I'm vegetarian); buy a bunch of the beautiful pottery he makes, to benefit the charity of his choice. Whatever he wanted. Just to have him be a part of the project. Just to watch him work.
Sigh. See how happy I look? It was genuine.
