I turned Frank on to Barton Fink this evening. He was transfixed, as I expected. So many themes. But, the most audible was, "you don't listen!" I have a "you don't listen!" story of my own. Comedic, too: Bill Mayhew: "When I shut my eyes, I can almost smell the live oak." Audry: "That's chicken fat, Bill." Mayhew: "Hmm. My olfactory's turning womanish on me -- lying and deceitful."
