Nosferatu

Nosferatu at the site of what may be encroaching daylight on recent press perfunctory for his remade somber German Expressionist film of the same name. He had an air of disdain for the remake similiar to the notion that he was more 'keen' to the original. He passive-aggressively implied that the temperature of Hollywood bullshit was exceedingly, seemingly and sometimes invariably melting polar ice caps. He went on to say 'off-the-record', but I am not one for records, that he was sorry for being part of a so-called faux bipartisanship and that it was all one conglomerate and their job was to shuffle drama so you can watch it and teeter back and forth between the fake liberal media and the fake neo-con media and wonder which way is which while they make more money and you wonder about football and Anna Nicole. He had a moment of truth, like deer-in-the-headlights, and said something about East Timor and genocide and then he caught himself and focused on catching his orb. It was quite bouncy. The sun was rising and he had to get a little shut-eye from all the ballyhoo. They had ideas of taking over lands with new plans.