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"This is a poisonously funny Hollywood noir nightmare, smart and savage. I loved it."  - Warren Ellis, author of Gun machine

No matter how many horses might come into your life over the years, there will only be just one that is truly your horse, that one partner and companion you shared the better part of your life with, rode the most miles on, trusted your very life with, got to a place where you were so connected, you no longer had to give rein commands to - you thought about turning right and downshifting to a lope, and he just did it.

Chato Red Cloud, who went on last week at the amazing age of 36 - 100.5 in human years -was that one horse to me, and he always will be.

Chato came into my life in 1987 on the set of "Young Guns" in New Mexico. We had coaxed the legendary Jack Palance out of retirement to play western villain L.G. Murphy , a casting coup that I was very much excited about as a young gun myself, still in my 20ʼs.

Scouting Kazakhstan

  • March 21, 2014

We are officially 10 days away from starting production on ʻMarco Poloʼ, and I find it fitting that Iʼm flying from Kazakstan -- the Silk Road city of Almaty-- to Venice tonight. We start rolling in Venice on the 31st, shooting for 4 days where it all began and then returning to Kazakstan for the entire month of April.

Excited that we have added the magnificent steppe, desert, and Kazakh horses to our Venice and Malaysia locations. Here are some location pics from the past few days, courtesy our director Joachim Roening and writer-producer Patrick Macmanus:


Back when my first movie Crossroads (1986) was produced, I remember feeling incredibly blessed to be able to bring my screenwriting and my music together.

Things have come full circle now as I find myself working with Mick Jagger and T-Bone Burnett (Last Train to Memphis).  So I've been in a bluesy state of mind again. 

Visiting in Boston with Sir Mick last summer, we got into a conversation about the early blues roots of the Stones.  He told me some incredibly cool stories about when he and the very young band brought Howlin' Wolf to London for a recording session (the proper British recording engineer kept referring to the Wolf as Howlin' Chappie; but you have to see and hear Mick do the impersonation).

In any case, on a muggy day here during Malaysia's rainy season, I am thinking about the rainy day in New York City, in 1983, when I wrote this following scene.  Although I wrote in then (on a yellow legal pad), I had written it in my head years earlier while down and out in New Orleans, feeling bad.  Broke, hungry, and far from home.

Like playing music, writing a scene can get you feelin' good again: