He ran out of things to say
A few snippets from a script meeting with director Rainer-Atlas Faustbinder regarding his latest film, the upcoming Pusher movie; Pusher: the Movie. Featuring never-before-seen production stills.
The dragon—that’s what we call his lady, as she is constantly breathing fire—is mad. I had better let the small amount of people, besides the Pusher’s mother, who read this know that the dragon is a rather good-looking young lady. All smiles in fact.
As you can see, Cutler was afraid of the Dragon, but the Pusher wasn’t. To quote the Pusher: "She can’t beat me. That is precisely why I had to draw the picture of her yelling at me after I ‘bad mouthed her’ in the 5th Pusher." I
know what everyone is thinking right now: "What would possess him to do such a thing?" I wish I knew. I mean, shit, I’m already sorry that he did this.
He wakes up in the morning, looks out his window, and the gods smile. No, they do. Really. These are hungry Hertel-dwellers searching for a fine meal, so they’ve decided to head up the block and hit up Kosta’s for some grains and barley.
Seriously. Kosta’s is on Hertel, right before Parkside. Not on Mount Olympus, downwind from the Parthenon as one would think. They have a lovely fruit medley for breakfast, though. I swear they do.
Here we see the Pusher after reading some Chekov. Realizing that he is not a good writer—in fact, not even a novice—the Pusher decides to find some cool rocks…to stone Cutler with after Cutler wouldn’t draw a nasty picture of the dragon for him.
He does in fact throw stones at Cutler; they rumble in remarkable Hollywood fashion, and then the two make up on route to a record show on a rainy Sunday to cop some fly jazz vinyl. He then goes home for some pasta and apologizes to the Dragon for drawing that
near perfect likeness of her for his last article. Little did he know that she was in cahoots with the Beast, concocting a brilliant demise for At, BKA the Pusher.
In the end, as we all must, the Pusher perishes. Finally kilt by the Beast in a beautifully shot and choreographed fifteen-minute chase scene that captivates on-lookers with John Frankenheimer-ish action. We close the film here, at the funeral.
Unlike the dirty Camry, the van survived a big showdown with the Beast, so the Dragon wasn’t too upset. As you can see, not even his brother is attending the funeral. Such is life.